Page 236 of Broken Bonds
“I don’t even understand why I broke down so hard last night,” I admit. “It felt like someone else was in my brain yanking the controls.”
“Someone was—an evil bitch named ‘hormones.’ Be honest with me, now. Really honest. If they had been willing last night…would you have been?”
“I—” My jaw snaps shut as I stare at him. “No,” I whisper.
His left eyebrow slowly arches. “And that’s why I wasn’t in a mood to get nakey last night, either. I knew I could’ve fucked you, and had fun watching you have fun, but I didn’t want them all over me, and I didn’t want to be on them.”
“Then why was I so horny yesterday thinking about doing it?”
He nuzzles my nose. “Hoooorrrrmoooones.” He smiles. “I think the anticipation building up to your concrete date will make it that much better, too. And Jax said if the opportunity presents, and everyone’s willing, you’re free to play with others before initiation. No pressure.”
“What if I still feel like this then, though?”
“Look. You smell like pack. If you still don’t feel like fucking others then, you can still have fun with them jerking off on you, right?”
I think about it, my cock twitching at the thought of being in the center of something like that. “Maaaaybe.”
He nuzzles my head so he can get to my throat, where he nips me. “Maaaaaybe with me rutting you at the same time?”
Houston, we have wood.
I hook a leg over his so I can grind on his thigh. “Yeeesss?”
He laughs and shoves his thigh between mine, knowing what I like. “Rolling around in the dirt while I fuck you senseless and everyone’s watching us? Knowing that you’re the only one who gets to breed with me? Knowing that I’m the only one who’s ever going to put pup after pup inside you?—”
“Ah!” The climax catches me by surprise, and even though I’m rubbing myself raw against my briefs where they’re bunched up with my shorts, I can’t stop grinding on him.
He flips me onto my back, his face pressed against my throat while he works on my shorts to get them off me. “Everyone getting hot and jerking off watching my cock breeding you, rutting you. Everyone jealous that you’re my mate, and you sleep in my arms every night. Every single omega jealous that my babies are only for you.”
I’m frantic now. He braces himself on his forearms, lifting his hips enough I can shimmy out of my shorts and briefs. Then that cock is inside me and I wish I was in heat so he could make good on that right now and breed me.
I’m so slick for him, too, and the grunt he lets out as he slides all the way in to the root in one hard thrust makes my cock jerk between us.
Caging me with his body, he stares down at me. “All those Alphas fucking jealous that your perfect ass belongs to me. Knowing they have to get my permission to play with you.”
He finds my hands and laces fingers with me, pinning them over my head while bracing himself on his elbows. His lips hover just out of reach over mine. “Who does this ass belong to?” He slams home, deep and making me cry out, it’s soooo damned good.
“You. It’s yours.”
He slams into me again with another of those primal grunts that curl my toes. “That’s right,” he rumbles. “Alll mine.” Another punishing thrust. “So you’d better be a good boy for me, or I’ll lock you up and not let anyone else play with you, even if you want them to.”
I realize I’m whining, but I don’t care. I try to lift my head to kiss him, but he stays frustratingly out of reach.
“Will you be my good boy?” he asks.
“Yes, sir! Please!”
He speeds up, deep, hard, drilling right over my sweet spot and fucking another orgasm out of me before I even have time to process it, everything messy between us now.
“That’s right,” he growls. “I know what my sweet little slut needs, don’t I? Yes, I’ll let you play, baby. You got so horny when you were pregnant, and I know you’ll feel that way again. Maybe after initiation I won’t let anyone play with you until after I breed you again, hmm?”
A delicious shudder rolls through me at that thought. My shirt rides up and his abs press against mine, the sweet friction of the fabric against my nipples adding to the pleasure.
“Ooh, my sweet, slutty little omega likes that idea. Making sure I’ve bred you so no one else can, then put you in the middle of a puppy pile and let you have fun, right?”
“Yes!” I gasp. “Please!” How the hell am I still hard? Our bodies are sliding against each other from my cum, and I’m impossibly going to come again.
He finds a rhythm that I know means he’s making the climb, too, and I struggle to catch up so this next one happens with him. His thick cock owns me, fills me perfectly, and he was right about last night—my brain wanted it so badly that I ignored what my body truly wanted.
