Page 99 of Drown My Sorrow

“You want the bond?”

“The bond?”

“Mmm, my bond?”

Oh, yes, I want that very much. I lean in, drawn by the temptation of green apples. It swirls around me, turning slightly spicy as he grips my hips and thrusts up, grinding himself through me.

I’m wet, but then I feel like I’m always wet around them.

I’m suddenly aware the entire pack is watching. Hungry eyes on me, and I should stop this, but the power I have over them is something I don’t want to let go of. I want to punish them. I cup my breasts and let out a moan, arching my back, tossing my hair.

“Oh, you are bad, Omega,” Beau purrs.

In minutes, I’m naked, and Shale lifts, grinding his cock into me. The ridges rubbing along my clit.

Shale frowns, slows, and finally stops moving. “No, this doesn’t feel right. It’s not me that you need.”

I open my mouth to protest when Shale stands us up and grabs Keagan with one fist, while his other arm supports me, and then pushes me into him.

“But the bonds,” I say, confused.

“You can’t have one without the other,” Shale murmurs. “If you want me, you take Keagan, too. You might have his bond, and I can see you want each other, but why are you holding back? I don’t like this, and it ends right here.”

I pout. “I would’ve taken him anytime, but he keeps telling me the moment isn’t right.” I mock Keagan with a snarl that is tempered by the almost spicy scent of my perfume.

“It isn’t-”

“Keagan,” Shale interrupts, “this is the moment. Make your omega feel good.”

“I’m not gentle,” Keagan growls out.

My heart thumps because maybe that’s exactly what I want right now.

“If she ends up sore and achy, we will take care of it, but we trust you. Besides, the whole pack is here.”

“We’re on a fucking plane, Shale.”

“I know. Hot, isn’t it?”

Shale’s smile is wicked. He reaches out and pulls Keagan’s pants open and fists his cock.

“See how ready he is for you, Aspyn? Keagan is all words.”

I look down between us and find his cock. The tip is darker than the rest of it, and its weeping small beads of clear fluid.

I suddenly want to taste, instead I decide to tip the situation.

I lift my bad leg awkwardly and hook it around his waist. He grabs me immediately and holds my weight, taking the burning, stretching pain away and lifting me right where I want to be. So the hot hard length of him is pressed against the wet heat of me.

“Fuck, how are you so wet, sweetheart?” Keagan looks up at the ceiling and lets out a deep groan.

“There’s an incredibly hot alpha who wants me more than anything, and I’m wrapped around him. Why wouldn’t I be wet?”

Keagan lifts me up and impales me.

“No foreplay?” Beau teases.

“Don’t need it,” I gasp.

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