Page 53 of Forbidden Bonds
“Goddamn! Fuck!”
She sinks her fingers into the already swelling knot. And with a growl that is somewhere close to torture, I grasp her wrist and tug her fingers off.
“Bad girl,” I admonish. “My cum goes inside you and nowhere else.”
I line up, slide the tip of my dick into her waiting entrance. And then I sink slowly inside her. We both groan as her hot flesh sucks me in.
It’s unbearably good. I’m not going to last.
“Please, Rhett,” she whines. “I need to come.”
Not a problem… I snake my arm underneath her back, grip, and pound the fuck out of her. The bed creaks ominously. I’m guessing it’s not made to take an alpha rutting an omega…If it collapses, it collapses, I decide, distantly.
She cries out. Her nails score my shoulders. Her pussy is already gripping me. My knot is swelling.
I’m going to knot her…. I’m going to knot her, and it’s going to feel so good.
I want to reach the summit, but I also don’t want this to end.
She squeals with pleasure, and her pussy locks down on me, taking the choice away. My knot bulges to the point of no return, and her rippling, spasming cunt compels a climax from me.
My teeth find the claiming mark, and I bite. I taste blood and the surge of her pleasure through the bond, our climaxes in perfect synchrony. Her pleasure, my pleasure. The sweet squeezing sensation, milking me, my balls rising, and bliss as I dump cum deep, right where it needs to go.
I see stars, little shoots of light behind my closed eyes.
My breathing is ragged, hers likewise, as I rock gently against her, prolonging the pressure, dumping yet more cum deep inside her, grinding against her softness.
She whines a little.
“Take it like a good girl.”
Her thighs squeeze around my waist, and her pussy clenches over me.
Heaven. Right here, with my woman blissed out on pleasure and stuffed full of cock and knot.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Rhett
“You want her to read his mind?” I say slowly.
“Yes,” Woodrow says. “Cohen knows a lot about their operations, and we need it all.”
“No.”
“No?” He raises a brow and turns to the man at his side.
Victor Brach has a presence. He keeps his profile in the middle of the pack and doesn’t draw attention. But beyond the spotlight of his role on the ruling council, Victor secretly pulls a lot of strings.
Lucian shifts where he sits beside me.
“The infamous hacker, also known as the Gecko, and his criminal mastermind brother, who owns half my city,” Victor Brach growls. “Tell me why I shouldn’t arrest you both.”
“I’ve got nothing,” Lucian says. He’s wearing his usual business suit paired with a black shirt today. No one would suspect he grew up in poverty on that hellhole, Lyus. “I’m sure you were always planning on donating your net wealth to a gecko sanctuary…” He trails off.
“I always have a contingency,” I offer, smirking. I’m dressed a little less formally than Lucian, in a dress shirt and pants, but it’s still a far cry from my usual attire. What can I say? I have a mate now, and she gets a little hot and squirmy—for reasons that escape me—when I put some effort in and dress nicely. She also gets hot and squirmy when I dress nice and then slip back into just a pair of sweats, so, you know, I like to mix things up.
The communicator on Brach’s desk beeps.
