Page 68 of Bound By Pain
Planning to camp out on her steps again, I startle when the front door opens and Creed walks out. He nods, clapping me on the shoulder as he leaves, mumbling something about new trainees. He must be heading to work.
Slipping into the apartment, I settle at Bea’s island, body relaxing in her space. The first rays of light are starting to paint the kitchen a cheery yellow when I hear rustling. I’m expecting one of her other mates, but it’s Bea who stumbles out of her bedroom.
She stops when she sees me. Eyes wide. “Lex?”
“Good morning, brat.”
A scowl forms on her face as she heads to the fridge, digging a bottle of water out. “What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” I admit. “Needed to make sure you were safe.”
Her body softens, lips tightening at my reminder of the threat made against her yesterday. She downs half the bottle, toying with the label while she sits with her thoughts.
“I know you said you want to be with me. I guess I’m just surprised you’re actually here.”
Pushing to my feet, I round the island and cage her against it. Drawn by her uncertainty and the sadness in her midnight blue eyes.
“Your doubt of me is well-deserved, Omega. I have to prove myself to you. To earn your trust. You thought I was spouting bullshit the other morning, didn’t you?”
Her head jerks in a sharp nod. I should have expected this. My actions have cut her too deeply for her to keep her faith in my words. Why would she believe I am trying to be better for her when I haven’t shown her?
Gripping her throat, I use my thumb to tilt her head up. “I’m so fucking sorry for the way I have treated you, Bea. For pushingyou away and acting as if the connection between us was nothing more than an inconvenience. You deserve better.”
Wetness builds along her lashes, so I gently brush it away. My lips brush against hers, light as a feather. “Iwillbe better for you. I swear it.”
Her hands grip my shirt, keeping me close. Shining in her mesmerizing oceanic eyes, I see her desire. It’s an inferno that grows and spreads, surrounding me until the air between us feels too thick to breathe.
“Lex.” My name is a whisper. A plea.
Slamming my mouth to hers, I claim her in the only way I can. With tongue and teeth and emotion. She kisses me back, just as fervently. Her hips grind against mine. I hike one thigh up, leaving her panty-clad pussy open to grind fully against my cock where it hardens beneath my shorts.
“Please,” she begs, pressing open-mouthed kisses across my jaw and down my neck. “I need to feel you.”
Fuck. I shouldn’t. Not when I haven’t earned her trust. But I can’t deny the same need in my heart.
Even if it’s just for this moment, I want to experience my mate the way I should have done months ago. The night she tried to go out to that stupid party to fuck someone else.
Trembling fingers grip the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. I groan when I see her gorgeous tits, nipples tight and begging for my tongue. Dipping down, I lave over one while my fingers pinch the other. Bea is so responsive. Moaning and pushing her chest out. Her hands dig into my hair, holding me against her.
My palms drag down her sides, over her hips, and push her panties down her thighs until they wrap around her ankles. Slipping my hand between her thighs, I almost lose my mind when I feel how wet she is.
I want to savor her. To sink to my knees and prove how much I want her by making her come on my tongue until she’s mindless and begging me to relent. But my hindbrain demands I sink my cock into her. To feel her walls pulse around me.
Shoving my shorts down, her hand wraps around my length and strokes me. Her soft skin feels incredible, the pressure perfect as she plays with me.
“Fuck me,” she demands, head tossing back and eyes heavy-lidded with desire. She lines me up with her entrance, foot pushing on my hip, trying to get me to move.
Lifting her onto the counter, I slide into her pussy. Warm, heavenly devastation wrecks me with each inch I push into her. She feels amazing. Like she was made to take my cock.
Bea wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding on as I take her. Our joining isn’t romantic; it’s primal. Driven by our need to connect.
Slapping flesh and the squelch of her slick, soaked cunt fill the room, mixing with our pleasured sounds and heavy breaths. The soundtrack to perfection.
“Yes,” she keens, “knot me!”
My teeth ache with the urge to bite her. To claim her. I turn my head down and watch as her pussy swallows me instead. This is about pleasure and physical intimacy, not bonding. Nothing about this moment is permanent beyond the reminder that this Omega owns me, heart and soul.
The feeling of her pussy clamping around my knot as it swells inside of her is euphoric, sending starbursts of light across my vision. “Fuck,” I groan, flooding her with my cum.
