Page 21 of Forbidden Bonds
I feel sick. My gaze lowers to his cock. It’s sitting there, bobbing, leaking. Huge and daunting. But I just want it inside me. A little growl erupts from my chest as I fall onto him. I grasp his length and direct it toward my lips, close my mouth over the head, and suck.
A contented sigh leaves me as I taste him for the first time.
He mutters a rough curse. His fingers are gentle in my hair. “Baby, don’t. I need a moment. Damnit, that feels good, you’re not playing fair.”
Fair and right never got me anything I wanted.
His hips rock forward, and his fingers tighten against my scalp. I lavish my tongue over the head and stroke him.
“God damn it—” He peels me off by the hair.
I growl at him and bare my teeth.
“Little savage,” he mutters, heaving deep breaths. “You want my dick?”
“Yes!”
“Not a fucking problem. You’re getting it. Every fucking inch and then some.” He tips me onto my back and drops down over me. The head of his cock snags against the entrance to my pussy.
With his eyes on mine, he curls one hand around the back of my neck to anchor me and pushes deep.
I moan. He’s inside me, pulsing, heavy, stretching me open, forcing my flesh to yield. I’m so full. We’re so close, our bodies pressed intimately together.
I feel whole.
Perfect.
And then he begins to move, and I realize there is so much more to this. His body moving over mine, the steady surge and retreat, have me spinning, nerves zinging—hot, floaty, rapturous. Slicing through the wild pleasure is a tingling sensation that manifests in the center of my chest—a tickly tendril connecting us both.
My orgasm rolls through me even as my eyes roll back.
His lips press to the side of my throat. He groans and stills. The little golden thread connecting us sparks and flares to life.
Deep inside my pussy, I feel a stretching sensation that sets panic and pleasure at war with each other.
He purrs into my throat and that calms me. I soar. The knot presses just right, triggering a deeper, stronger release. His weight sinks onto me, pushing me into the mattress, his hardness fills me, and his cum pulses. I’m trapped, but the best kind of trapped.
Safe, with him.
Safe to let go. To be in heat. To release fear, and embrace trust for the first time in many years.
What comes next is a mindless frenzy. I lose all sense of self as he fucks me over and over, slow, steady impalements that shot sparks of raw pleasure the length of my channel. My nails sink into him. My teeth find his skin.
I taste blood. His or mine? I only know I never want this to stop, the feeling of togetherness, of being one, of his flesh moving inside mine, over and over again.
Panting, writhing, moving, never leaving.
One omega.
One alpha.
The perfect synchronicity of the moment. Lust, pure and undiluted. And, throughout it all, a little thread between us shimmers and grows.
So beautiful…. I’m not worthy… My hands on her, so good… Her pussy around me is fucking heaven…
His mental shielding has gone, and his emotions and thoughts bombard me one after another. I see myself through his eyes as an unrecognizable stranger.
“Good girl. You can take my knot again. That feels good, doesn’t it?”
