Page 26 of Forbidden Bonds
We discuss risks and thrash out some plans in light of my unsanctioned mating to the most notorious omega in the Empire. To most people, she’s probably more of an urban myth, because who the fuck would believe in mind-reading? As for her time in the Uncorrupted, I’ve no doubt they used and abused her and her gift. The hints I’ve picked up from her, the marks on her body, they tell a story.
But I’m anxious as hell the whole time I’m away from her, and can’t concentrate for shit, although this is off the charts, fucking important.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Lucian finally mutters. “Is the threat of the government and/or Black descending on us not enough to keep your focus?”
“I’ve been away too long,” I say, pushing off the couch and heading for the elevator. “I’ll do some digging. Check if there’s any chatter. If Ethan brought her here, he must have had some help, and a higher-up must know. They’ll be looking for her. We need to get ahead of that curve.”
Getting into the elevator takes the edge off the crazy. The floors count up one at a time. This is an express elevator, but it still feels too slow.
The door swings open directly onto the foyer of my apartment. And she’s standing right there, her eyes wide.
Her scent hits me, unleashing a primal urge to possess and claim. My nostrils flare as I take in her state of dress, everythingfrom her little naked toes, her bare legs, and the huge T-shirt she’s wearing—one of mine that I dumped in the laundry hamper yesterday.
I growl and step out.
She squeaks as I grip her under the ass and haul her into my arms. I thought putting my hands on her would calm me down. It doesn’t; it ramps the territorial right up, and more so when I realize she’s had a shower and washed my scent off.
Her arms and legs wrap around me, and her nose buries against my throat, which eases the mania a notch. She nips my throat.
Bad fucking idea; that just unleashes my beast.
I pivot and pin her against the wall, where I pinch her chin and devour her lips. My dick is hard and wedges against her hot core. I’ve been away for an hour, tops. What if it were longer?
Nope. Being apart is not an option, not for a minute. Not again. My hand slides between us, yanking the T-shirt she’s wearing up and shoving my sweatpants down.
I pin her more securely against the wall and bear her down. Her hot, tight pussy envelopes me.
She moans.
So fucking good.I pound into her, giving into the primal command to fill her with my seed. My knot is already swelling; each thrust drives me straight toward detonation.
“Come, baby. Right now. Come all over my cock.”
Her head tips back, and a high wail leaves her lips.
She gushes around me, squeezing my length. My knot reaches the point of no return. On the next thrust, I’m locked.
I taste her blood on my lips. My teeth are embedded in her throat, and I savage her as I dump load after load of cum into her cunt.
Chapter Eleven
Larissa
Ihave no idea what just happened, only that I wanted it with a desperation that bordered on madness. It filled the ache that had been gnawing at me since he left.
We are strangers. Sure, I glimpsed inside his mind a few times before he shut the door. Then, when I went into heat, I got another peek.
But that isn’t knowing someone. Not truly.
And yet, how long does it take to read someone’s soul?
Imprinting.We’re imprinting, and it’s happening fast.
With Rhett, I feel like I have known him all my life, like we are meeting not as strangers, but as lovers, and every touch is us remembering.
His teeth are embedded in my throat. It hurts. Sharp, unyielding pain that tangles with the pulsing pleasure in my pussy where his knot locks us together. I don’t mind anything he’s doing to me. He’s not a cruel man.
A sudden urge to cry bears down on me. His teeth disengage, and he lifts his lips. “Hey… shh. What’s that about?” I try to clingtighter, but he pries gently at my arms, peeling me back just enough so he can look into my eyes.
