Page 41 of Bound By Pain
I would prefer not to have one of you snooping through my dirty clothes.
Orion: Then bring them to the apartment tonight. I’m cooking, so you can eat with us.
An offer that goes to the other two as well.
Creed:
This is my place. My neighbor has a spare key. Grab anything Bea needs.
We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.
Ridley: Don’t worry, Lex. I’ll grab stuff from the apartment for you.
Lex: …
Ridley: We’re going to need a bigger place. There’s no way all of us will fit inside the nest here.
Orion: Yeah. It was pretty cramped with just the two of us and Bea.
No other messages come through. These assholes are frustrating, but at least Bea will have their scents tonight.
Crawling into her nest, I grab her calf and yank, knocking her to her stomach. I press my weight against her back and move her hair away from her face.
“Omega.” My voice rumbles from my chest, turning into a purr that has her melting beneath me. “How can I help?”
Bea hesitates, teeth digging into her bottom lip. I gently pry the abused flesh loose with my thumb, dipping the tip between her lips. Her tongue flicks across it, and she smiles.
Suddenly, she flips over and tackles me to the ground. Soft brown curls create a curtain around us as she stares down at me. “Bite me, Alpha. Make me yours. I need to know you won’t ever walk away from me again, not even for work.”
Grinning, I reach up and brush her hair to one side of her head. My palm grips the back of her neck and pulls her down to me, smashing our lips together. I use my other hand to move her thighs to either side of my hips, lining her core with my already hard cock.
“Take what you want, sunshine. I’m already yours.”
Bea’s nails rake down my chest and over my shirt before she pushes the fabric up and tosses it aside. Clasping my hands behind my head, I enjoy the way she groans, eyes trained on my flexed biceps.
When she sees my smirk, she pinches my nipple and twists hard, making me yelp. “That’s cruel, Omega!”
Shrugging, she gives me a wicked grin. “Someone has to keep your ego in check,Alpha.”
Oh, so slowly, she pulls Creed’s giant shirt over her head, exposing inch after glorious inch of delicious golden skin.
My mind briefly rallies in protest when I see the remnants of the bruises on her body, but I remind myself that this is her decision. If she feels comfortable enough to pursue a moment of intimacy with me, denying her would only cause insecurities she doesn’t need added to her plate.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
A soft pink colors her chest and cheeks, but my girl isn’t embarrassed. No, this is all confidence. And it is sexy as hell!
Her hands ghost up her thighs and stomach, cupping her breasts. Thin fingers roll her nipples, and her head falls back, a breathy little moan falling from her lips.
When her hips rock, grinding her soaked little pussy against my sweatpants, I snap. There’s no way in hell I’m lying here and patiently watching my Omega pleasure herself. I owe her too many orgasms.
Bea yelps, laughing when her back meets the bottom of her nest. The sound turns into a moan when I grip the side ofher panties and pull until the fabric tears. My mouth finds her center, tongue swimming in the river of slick leaking down her thighs.
I soak up every single groan, moan, and plea that falls from her lips as I devour her. The sweet, citrusy taste of her slick is more addictive than I remember. She’s the most delicious beachside cocktail I could ever imagine.
Circling her clit with my tongue, I push one, then two fingers into her. She immediately clenches down, her body trying to pull me deeper. I flatten my tongue and set a quick rhythm. One I know will drive her crazy.
Fingers dig into my hair, pulling me closer as her moans grow in intensity. Her thighs wrap around my head, clamping down. A breathy mewl fills the air as she comes.
