Page 86 of Bonds of Pain
She’s not wrong. My body betrays me, responding to her touch despite every rational thought screaming that this is wrong. The blush has made her bold, stripped away her inhibitions, but it shouldn’t be capable of creating desires that weren’t already there.
That’s both terrifying and exhilarating.
With trembling hands, I catch her wrists before she can go further. “Stop.”
Her face falls, hurt flickering across her features. “You don’t want me?”
“Not like this.” I slide down until I’m kneeling in front of her, our faces level. “When—if—this happens between us again,I want it to be your choice. Not because of some drug that you were tricked into taking.”
Maya’s expression softens, though her eyes remain unfocused. “It is my choice.”
“That’s the blush talking.” I brush a strand of hair from her face, resisting the urge to rub it between my fingers. “Tomorrow, when you’re yourself again, you’ll remember this differently.”
I pull Maya up from her knees, steadying her as she sways on her feet, her eyes still wide and dilated.
“Come on, let’s get you into bed,” I say gently, guiding her toward the mattress.
But Maya has other ideas. Before I can react, her hand slips into my pants with startling precision, too fast for me to stop her. Her cool fingers wrap around the hardened length of me, and I freeze, caught between desire and duty.
“I knew you wanted this,” she says with a triumphant smile, her voice a husky purr. Her grip tightens slightly, and my breath catches in my throat. “Your body doesn’t lie, Cillian.”
“Maya…” I plead, my voice lacking any hint of conviction even to my own ears. I’m not a fucking monk here. “C’mon, baby.”
She strokes my length with a wicked smile. “What do you want me to come on?”
I don’t have it in me to stop her. Not when her free hand works at my belt with an amount of skill that completely belies her level of intoxication. Not when she pulls me out and stares at my cock while licking her lips like a kid seeing a giant lollipop in a store window.
My fingers tangle in her hair as Maya wraps her lips around the tip of my cock. I’ve lost all ability to resist her. Whether it’s the blush or the bond or even, the hopeful part of me wonders, some legitimate desire that she keeps buried deep, it doesn’tfucking matter. I’ll take what she’s offering because refusing her is simply no longer an option.
I’ll worry about being disgusted with myself for this later.
“God, Maya,” I groan as her tongue swirls around the head of my cock. The sensation is exquisite torture. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of her wet heat.
“This is so much easier without a knot getting in the way,” she hums, her voice husky with desire. Her fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking with just the right pressure.
The reminder of how Logan has used her should cool my libido, but I can’t focus on anything aside from the velvet feeling of her mouth on me. “I’m happy not to disappoint.”
She pulls back slightly, looking up at me with dilated pupils. A wicked smile plays across her lips, just before she takes me deep enough that her lips brush the taut skin of my belly.
“Fuck!”
The thrum of her chuckle while I’m still down her throat makes stars dance behind my eyes. The feeling is indescribable—hot, wet, perfect. Through our bond, I feel her satisfaction at my response, her own arousal building as she pleasures me.
She pulls back with a throaty breath, staring up at me with an intensity and focus that I’ve never seen from her before. She trails her tongue along the underside of my cock, smiling wider when my hips jerk in reaction.
“No knot,” she muses with a wicked smile. “But I wonder if the same tricks still work.”
Before I can draw breath to ask what she means, Maya takes me down her throat again, and I momentarily lose the ability to speak. My hands, caught up in the violet mass of her hair, curl into fists with enough force to leave little half-moon marks in my palms. I feel the urge to pull harder, to use her hair like a leash and yank her closer. My muscles tremble with the urge tobecome a true brute, even as I dig my fingers into her scalp in a silent entreaty to take me deeper.
A sober Maya might pull away in indignation, but this one only hums with approval, and that vibration is nearly enough to send me over the edge.
I feel her hand shift down, fingers gently cupping my tightened balls before drifting further. In the split-second it takes for me to realize her intentions, it’s already too late.
One of her fingers traces the puckered ring of my ass before pushing past the tight ring of muscle. She immediately hooks the digit to massage the spongy bit of flesh inside me, as if she already knew exactly how to find it.
That’s all it takes. I come with a strangled cry, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure and heat. Maya doesn’t pull away, swallowing everything I give her with clear satisfaction.
When she finally leans back, eyes dilated black and hazy with drunken pleasure, she gives me a smile that is practically predatory. “I guess Alphas and Omegas aren’t so different, after all. A man is a man.”
