Page 33 of Bound for Their Pleasure

“Do you not want to make a nest, little one?” he asks her before nodding to me.

I stagger to my feet and round the bed to the neat pile of blankets and furs. I bring the first over, a decadently soft blanket made of the best lamb’s wool.

She looks from me to the blanket, and then she reaches out. I see the way her face softens as she touches it. She likes it.

She runs it down her body over her breasts and presses it between her thighs.

I suck a sharp breath in.

“That’s our good girl,” Lor says encouragingly, “We love your scent. Get it all over the nest, and then we will rut you well in it.”

Her glazed eyes shift from Lor to me as she takes the blanket, now smeared in her cum, and carefully pats it down beside her.

She rises onto her knees, takes the next one from me, and repeats the process. It is a sensual dance, one that we must endure as she carefully creates a nest to her liking, scenting each item against her slick cunt.

Lor moves over to the table and pours himself a drink. I don’t know how the fuck he can hold himself in check when our omega, our mate, is busy making a nest.

The clatter as he puts his cup down is loud and jarring. The omega barely notices, she is so intent on her task. A clank comes next as he removes his belt before kicking off his boots and stripping down. While his back is to me, I indulge myself. I consider myself a strong and dominant alpha, yet Lor is sheer masculine perfection carved into every rippling inch of his huge built body. He is also supremely dominant.

Gods, he is stunning—a wild beast who demands absolute autonomy and accepts nothing less. I feel no shame in submitting to him—it feels undeniable and right.

He takes another drink before he turns and approaches the bed. His cock sticks up, hard, thick, and veiny, the knot already bulging. Our mate will be tested when he takes her for the first time. He smiles as he sees the nest, now thickly layered, and shares a look with me, filled with the knowledge that all our mutual love and hopes are about to be realized in this cottage in the woods.

Freya pauses on her hands and knees; her nose twitches, and she turns toward him.

Lor steps up to the side of the bed and waits. “Do you want to touch, little one?”

She nods.

“Tell me how you want me.”

She glances toward me. Perhaps she, like me, senses that Lor is a bastard, and this is some sort of trick.

“Here,” she says, pointing to the center of the bed. “I want you here.”

His lips tug up. Gods, I want to fall on her like a fucking savage, yet he’s all calm and grace as he lays down in the middle of the bed with his back propped against the headboard before lacing his fingers behind his head.

He spreads his legs invitingly wide, his beautiful thick cock on display. “I am yours, little one. Do with me as you will.”

She glances at me again, perhaps seeking reassurance. At my nod, she crawls toward him, her long hair making a silk curtain and hiding her face. I take in the lines of her body, her natural beauty. An omega is delicate and yet with hidden strength.

They are both visions of beauty.

The omega and the alpha.

When she reaches him, she closes a small hand around his cock. It kicks in her hand. She grips a little tighter. “You won’t hurt it, little one,” he says. “Handle me how you need.”

She looks from him to his cock. Then she takes it in both hands and pumps slow and erratic.

I hope it is killing the bastard.

“Have a taste,” he says. “You know you want to.”

No hesitation. She lowers her lips and sucks the head straight into her mouth.

I groan. I don’t realize I’m moving until I’m gathering her hair and lifting it out of the way so I can better see what she does. I run my fingertips over her cheek, feeling it hollow every time she sucks him in.

“God, she is so beautiful,” I say.

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