Page 42 of Bound By Pain
I don’t relent, pushing her further. One orgasm into the next, until she’s mindlessly begging for my knot. Only then do I pull back, wiping her slick from my face with one hand.
After kicking my sweats off, I wrap my slick, soaked hand around my dick, stroking slowly. My head falls back, eyes slipping closed as I groan in delight. My nose wrinkles, hating how faint the tipsy scent of her arousal is. This room should be flooded with her perfume, but those assholes at the breeding ring stole that from her.
A growl rattles from my throat, and I feel my baser self surge forward. Driven by my instinctive need to protect my Omega.
“Alpha?”
My head snaps down, eyes flying open to lock on my mate. She looks like a goddess. All golden delicious curves and dark curls. Sweat-soaked and bare for my pleasure.
Palming the backs of her thighs, I carefully push them up toward her chest, cautious of her wounds. The tip of my cock slides against her slit, bumping her swollen clit with each pass. Tilting my hips back, I catch her entrance and push in.
Tight, wet warmth grips me, sending electric shocks up my spine with every millimeter I push deeper. Fucking Fates, we need this. To reconnect our bodies and revel in each other’s pleasure.
This Omega is mine.Mine.
Pulling my hips back, I slam forward, setting a punishing pace as I rut into her. I’m entranced by the way her body moves. The scrambling of her hands as they dig into the sheets, anchoring herself. Heavy, peaked breasts bounce each time our hips meet, hypnotizing me. I let one hand drop from her thighs and reach up to cup one, squeezing the soft skin.
My pace quickens, a fist gripping the base of my spine as I teeter on the edge of an orgasm. I swipe my thumb over her clit, guiding her to release with me. Spurt after spurt of my cum fills her wet pussy.
“Knot,” she whimpers, hands gripping my hips and trying to pull me against her.
Baring my teeth, I pull out and flip her to her stomach. “Mate.”
She keens when I slam back inside of her, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades to hold her down. Strained pleas fall from her parted lips as I pound into her, angling each thrust to pummel against the spot deep within her that has pleasure rushing through her body in crashing waves.
Trailing my hand down her spine, I grip her cheeks and spread her open, watching as she takes my cock, knot brushing her entrance. Her walls hungrily grip me, muscles rippling as she grows closer and closer to her peak.
As she shouts, the sound as depraved as it is breathless, I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her against my chest. The change in angle pushes her weight down on my knot, which slips inside her pussy. Euphoria greets me as I lock us in place, finding my release as she convulses in my arms.
I tilt her head to the side and strike, teeth sinking deep into the juncture where her neck and shoulder meet. The most vibrant, blush pink thread reaches from her chest to intertwine with the pastel blue in mine.
Bea tilts her head back, latching onto the skin beneath my jaw. Our threads braid together, solidifying our bond. My tongue laves over my mark, helping it to heal faster.
I shift us to our sides and lay us down, grinning when my Omega groans with another mini-orgasm. “I love you, sunshine. So Fates-damn much.”
Her eyes find mine over her shoulder, the most content smile on her face. “I love you, too, Alpha.”
“Holy shit, you weren’t joking!” I damn near moan around the mouth full of the dinner Orion made.
Having a pack mate who can cook will be awesome. Lex and I usually survive on frozen meals and takeout. A hazard of living like bachelors and working on the road.
“Orion is incredible in the kitchen,” Bea comments, her eyes shining with so much love and appreciation that it makes my heart hurt. Based on the soft way Orion is staring back at her, he is just as gone for our girl as I am.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?”
His expression falls a bit, a lost look entering his eyes. Bea places her hand on his, gently reassuring him. I feel like I just accidentally stepped on an emotional landmine.
“You don’t have to answer.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head and making his blue hair fall into his face. “It’s good to talk about it. I had an Omegamate before. My childhood sweetheart and I bonded after we graduated from our respective academies.”
My stomach sours at hearing the sadness in his voice. Mate bonds are permanent. The only way out of them is… well, death.
“Serenity, she wasn’t a good cook. More of the burn the kitchen down trying to make toast type. Her family life wasn’t great, so she never had the chance to learn those necessary survival skills. I learned at the Academy so I could surprise her.”
“That’s incredibly sweet.” Bea swoons, hanging on Orion’s every word. I half expect to turn and see her barely hiding her jealousy, but it seems she has made peace with this other woman’s existence. A real feat, because Omegas are territorial as hell.
Orion smiles at her before turning back to face me. “She died. Serenity. A car accident. It was horrific, feeling her bond tear from my chest.”
