Page 90 of Bound By Pain
“Pizza!” Delilah cheers, earning the attention of her parents and my packmates.
Creed and Jericho aren’t in sight, so they must have gone downstairs. Good. The sooner we have answers, the sooner we can find a solution to my Omega’s stalker problem.
Watching my mate play with Delilah all afternoon was heartwarming. Bea clearly loves children, which brought pictures of her pregnant with my child roaring to the front of my mind.
Hiding how hard I was while sitting and chatting with my family was not entertaining.
Now, everyone has gone home for the night. I take advantage of her other mate’s distraction and sweep Bea into my arms. “You’re mine for the evening,” I tell her, carrying her to my room. I lock the door behind me, ensuring we are on our own.
Stalking toward her, I brush the hair away from her face, palm running up the curve of her neck and cupping her jaw. “I’ll likely apologize a thousand times for the way I’ve treated you since realizing you were my mate. You deserved better than my blunt dismissals, my blatant refusal to acknowledge you. I’m sorry, Sabine.”
“I know plenty of ways you can make it up to me,” she teases. Her pink tongue darts out to flick across the top of my thumb, where it hovers below her lip.
“Do tell, Omega.” I guide her backward until her knees hit the edge of my bed.
She drags her nails over my t-shirt, tugging at the collar to pull me closer. Feather-soft lips brush over mine as she speaks. “You can start by getting on your knees and eating my pussy until I’ve had my fill.”
My cock jerks hard in my jeans, arousal flaring up my spine and consuming my body. The connection blaring between us is an inferno whipping around and driving us to madness.
Dancing my fingers over the sliver of her stomach showing beneath her shirt, I press my lips to hers. Slow and sweet, I savor her. “I’ll gladly get on my knees for you, Omega. When you are mindless with pleasure, so overstimulated it hurts, I’ll bend you over and rut into your soaked pussy until I’ve hadmyfill. Even then, it won’t end. You’ll take my knot and my cum, because we both know you need it. Need my scent on your skin and the feel of me buried between your thighs.”
Bea whimpers, a small burst of her faint perfume slowly tickling through my senses. She drives me to the edge of ferality. A place so wild my carefully mastered control threatens to snap.
“And your bite.”
My hand stills on her stomach. Her words resonate through my mind, but I can’t seem to make sense of them.
“Claim me, Alpha.”
That tether? The restraint keeping my roughest edges at bay? It shatters.
Her shirt is ripped over her head and tossed to the floor, bralette quickly following. My knees hit the hardwood floor hard enough to jar me, but I ignore the bite of pain as I slide her shorts down her thick, sun-kissed thighs.
Slick makes her skin glisten. A beacon guiding my tongue between her folds and into her entrance so I can lap up her sweet, tart flavor. One leg lifts onto my shoulder, opening her up to me, and long fingers dig into my hair, tugging and pulling me closer.
I lose myself between her thighs. Content to survive on nothing but my Omega’s slick until the end of time.
There isn’t an inch of her I don’t relish. The lips of her pussy, the warm, tight grip of her walls around my tongue, and her ass. Every inch of her is mine to feast upon.
Two fingers press into her core, crooking to tease the pleasure spot deep within. Her reaction is immediate. Nails digging into my scalp, and walls clamping down.
“Fates, yes. More.”
The sound of her begging, voice breathless and coarse with desire, has me reaching down to palm my cock. Easing the raw need threatening to consume me.
I fuck her with two fingers, then three, then four. She takes them all beautifully. Falling apart before I touch her clit. Her knees tremble, so I gently push her onto her back on the bed, not letting up with the insistent thrusts of my fingers.
Leaning my cheek against her thigh, I take deep breaths to replenish my aching lungs. My eyes train on the way she stretches around me, still mindlessly clinging to me and begging for more.
Leaning forward, I suck on her clit, reveling in the drawn-out shriek that escapes her lips as she scrambles against me. I clench my hand into a fist and work it into her tight pussy, stretching her farther than any of our knots ever could.
“S-shiloh,” she sobs, back bowing off the mattress. “It’s too much. I can’t-”
“You can.” My words are a promise, a small touch of comfort as I push her to her limits. When she convulses around my fist, her release squirting all over my shirt, I sink my teeth into her thigh, right above the scar from her missing scent gland.
Bea’s scream echoes through my bedroom as she comes. I slow my thrusts, slipping my hand from her abused cunt and laving languid licks over her clit until her orgasm has subsided.
After giving my bite the same attention, I crawl up her body. She’s boneless and sweat-soaked, eyes heavy-lidded withexhaustion. A smirk twists my lips as I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
