Page 95 of Bound By Pain
Her laughter is as awe-inducing as the feel of her pussy. I nearly lose myself in the way she tightens around me, her amusement making it Fates-damn hard not to come.
“You pick. I’ll probably pass out in a few minutes,” she admits around a yawn.
Why does the thought of her sleeping with me buried deep inside of her make my cock twitch?
Shrugging the thought off, I grab the remote and flip to a baseball game. The local major league team near my hometown in Ohio is playing. It’s funny as hell to watch their games. Part performance, part actually playing. Their idea of adding theatrics to their games saved the stadium from closing.
“This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be,” Bea tells me. Her voice is thick with sleep, her eyes heavy-lidded. It’s only moments later that her breathing evens out and she starts to softly snore in my arms.
Fate really blessed me with an incredible mate. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives spoiling her and fucking her senseless.She’s everything I ever wanted and more. The perfect Omega. My sunshine.
Pleasure zips up my spine when I awake sometime later. My eyes blink open, flying wide when I see my gorgeous mate riding me. Her head is thrown back, hands pressed to my chest as she takes what she needs from me.
“Hell yes, Omega,” I rasp, gripping her hips to help her grind her clit against my pelvis. “Use me.”
Bea’s eyes meet mine. Hazy and full of need. Her skin is warmer than earlier, so she must be having another heat flare.
A whine fills the air, her Omega struggling to get what she needs. Palming her ass, I flip her until she’s pressed into the cushions. One calf presses against my chest, the other wraps around my hips, and I fuck her. Relentless. Ruthless. She was made to take me. To take everything we have to give her.
“Look at you, sunshine. Soaking my cock. So ready for my knot. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me? Let me lock myself inside of you?”
“Please.” Her plea is a gasp, swallowed by the moan that follows when I pound into her harder. Her back arches, a scream of pleasure ripping from her throat as she shatters around me. I don’t stop, don’t slow. I fill her over and over until I can’t hold back. The audible pop of my knot locking into her pussy is loud.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, face falling to press against her chest as I grind against her, already flooding her core with my cum. It’s never-ending. Burst after burst, and then more when she squeezes around me.
I press a kiss to her sternum and glance up, biting back a laugh when I see she’s already passed out again. Shifting until she’s lying on my chest, I tuck a blanket around her body, not wanting her to get cold when the rest of the heat flare fades.
Part of me thinks I should text the others and warn them how close she is to a full heat, but finding my phone would mean leaving her side. And there’s no way I’m letting her go when I have her all to myself.
When I wake for the second time, I’m alone in the theater. I sit up, scrubbing a hand through my hair before I search for my mate. And maybe some food, because I am starving.
In the hallway, the most delightful scent tickles my nose. It’s faint, like a recently lit candle. Gooey baked pineapple, rich vanilla cake, and shredded coconut. Leaning my head back, I freeze with my hand on my stomach. The immediate hardening of my cock should have been warning enough, but the sharp spike of secondhand pain in my abdomen forces my clarity.
Bea is in heat. Full heat, not just a flare.
Excitement rumbles in my chest, my feet stalking across the hardwood as I let the allure of her mouthwatering slick lead me to her. Up the stairs. Through the living room. Further still, until I’m crossing through her bathroom.
Another scent reaches my nose now. Sunbaked leather and sandalwood. Lex. My steps falter with the strength of it. Is he… I force myself forward, eyes widening in shock when I reach the doorway to Bea’s nest.
Holy Fates, this is not good.
LEX
Returning from work an hour ago, I found Bea and Ridley locked together and passed out in the theater room. As tempting as itwas to stay, I didn’t want to intrude on their alone time. Fate knows that with five Alpha mates, she’s going to have to make a schedule to spend time with each of us.
Cleaning up the mess of shoes in the entryway upstairs, I check the trash and sink to make sure they’re also clear. Ridley isn’t a slob, but that asshole tends to just leave things lying around to take care of later. A trait Bea and Orion both share. It frustrates the hell out of me sometimes.
With a quick text to our group chat and a peek into the fridge, I pull out a tray of Monterey chicken that Shiloh’s chef prepared for us. Labeled side dishes make it easy to throw everything in the oven later.
Bea will probably be hungry when she wakes up, so having food ready is crucial to avoiding her hanger.
I’m contemplating a shower when Bea walks up the stairs. Her naked, curvy body fully on display for my perusal. Fates, she’s magnificent. Thick thighs, bubbly ass, perfect handful tits.
Her eyes lock onto me, tongue darting out to swipe across her lip as she pivots to meet me in the kitchen. It’s faint, but tantalizing notes of her scent sweep through the room, teasing me. The smell grows the closer she gets. So powerful, it nearly takes me to my knees.
Fucking Fates, she’s in heat.
Her hands press to my chest, skin to skin without my shirt on, and it’s like a switch flips. Rational thought disappears, replaced only by an all-consuming need.
