Page 73 of Bound By Pain
His rich, dark brown eyes flash to mine, and he gives me a tight smile. I let him guide me back to where I was looking, but my attention splits as I try to figure out what has him on edge.
We’re halfway through the aisle when a woman rounds the corner. The blonde Omega glows with happiness, her shoulder-length hair perfectly straightened and a sultry makeup look adorning her face. She’s a bombshell in a gold bodycon dress. Our eyes meet, hers easily dismissing me as she looks at my mates.
A growl rattles through my chest as she checks them out, like they’re eye candy meant for her enjoyment and not another Omega’s pack. When she spies Shiloh at the back of the group, a spark of recognition ignites in her sky-blue eyes.
Wait, is this his old pack? Is she Cedes? The bitch of an Omega who used him and tossed him aside?
Everything makes sense as she smirks at me before pasting a soft smile on her lips. I move before she has a chance to so much as speak his name. Stepping toe-to-toe with her. “If you would like to keep your eyes, don’t fucking look at him.”
“What the fuck?” A man appears, pulling her away from me. He growls, earning matching growls from my mates as they step up behind me. I can feel Creed at my back, towering over the other men. Her mates, I presume, who have arrived to save her.
“Is there a problem here?” One guy asks, brows furrowed as he glances between me and his mate.
“I-I don’t know what happened,” Cedes whines.
The fake wobble of her lip makes me snarl. “Don’t lie. Disrespecting me by eye-fucking my mates when yours aren’t in sight is low enough.”
“Cedes,” the oldest of them sighs, turning her to face him.
“Jameson, I wasn’t-”
“You were.” Shiloh’s voice cuts through the air, sharp as a knife. He pushes between Creed and Lex, stepping into view. I move in front of him, plastering my back to his chest and blocking as much of his body from her view as possible. Thiswoman doesn’t deserve to see how handsome my Alpha is. Not after she so heartlessly discarded him.
“Shiloh?” The other men seem startled to see him. Their eyes fall on me before quickly turning back. Awkward smiles twist their lips. “I see you’ve found your Fate-matched mate.”
“He has,” I growl, my words pointed at their Omega. She glares at me, but keeps her mouth shut.
One of her Alphas steps in front of her, arms crossing over his chest. “Allowing your Omega to lash out at others is unbecoming of someone of your status, Shiloh. Having such a wild mate, I am ashamed of you.”
Lex steps forward, body vibrating with rage. The audacity of this prick to speak so nastily of me in front of my mates. As if they couldn’t kick his pack’s ass without breaking a sweat.
“Says a man whose own Omega can’t keep her eyes to herself. Trouble in paradise, Danny?” Shiloh slips an arm around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. I’m surprised to feel how hard he is, cock pressed against my ass.
A desolate thought takes root in my heart, burning like liquid sunlight as it grows and spreads through my body. Is his reaction about her? The woman he once loved?
Even considering the idea has my instincts screaming. The feral need to claim him, to mark him with my scent and slick so this bitch knows he’s mine, has me mindlessly grinding my hips back against him. His grip tightens, stilling me.
“As thrilling as this reunion has been, I need to tend tomy Omega.” I melt against his claim, desire throbbing between my thighs as he carries me away from them. I don’t remember the path we took, only recognizing we are in an easing room when the lock clicks into place.
As soon as my mind registers we are alone, I’m on my Alpha. Hands clawing at his pants, jerking the button open so I can push them down his hips, taking his underwear with them. Hiscock is hard, shining with pre-cum as it stands tall against his stomach.
Shiloh lifts me into his arms, my back pressed against the wall and my dress bunched around my waist. “Is this what you need, Omega?” he asks, teasing his tip through my slick folds. “Your Alpha’s cock?”
“Yes, fuck me. Knot me. Claim me.” My last request breaks, the words as shattered as my heart feels. I can’t get the thought of her out of my head. Wondering if she is the reason he has held back.
“Sabine, look at me.”
I blink, trying to clear my head of the fog I’m lost in. Concern fills his brown eyes when I manage to focus. “I-” The words are lost beneath crushing insecurity.
One hand lifts to collar my throat, thumb brushing over my other mate’s bond marks. Slowly, he eases inside me. Stretching me in the most delicious way. His eyes never leave mine as he fills me.
“I will not claim you in a department store easing room.”
A tear slips down my cheek. He catches it with a soft kiss, trailing up to my lips. Torturously slow thrusts accompany the languid way he kisses me, coaxing my body until I’m nothing but putty in his powerful hands.
I thread my fingers through the silvery strands of his dark hair, holding him to me. Every emotion, every ounce of his pleasure, I absorb it all, lost in the way he looks at me. “I’m yours, Sabine. You are my heart, the very core of my being, and one day soon, I will sink my teeth into you, making this connection permanent. But not here. You deserve more than a quick, dirty fuck in public for your bonding.”
Words of protest rise on my tongue, but I swallow them down when he slams into me. His pace is the same, but his thrusts are powerful, rocking me against the wall. Each one hammersagainst the spot deep within my core that has my pleasure building to a frenzied peak.
