Page 22 of Forbidden Bonds
“Yes,” I groan. He has rolled me above him, his hands are on my hips, lifting me on and off him, filling me, feeling so good.
A cry tears from my lips as he bears me down while he pushes up, the thick swelling popping past my slippery entrance to nestle inside. Pleasure explodes through my core. I gasp and jerk, rocking, never wanting it to end.
Knotted… I love how she squirms and grips me…
His lips find mine.
She tastes so good everywhere. I just want to inhale her and keep her under my skin... Fuck Lucian and his orders, she’s mine.
And in that moment, my mind clouded with my heat, I believe him. I believe the woman he sees is worth claiming.
My heat is over. My mind is alert to the aches and pains, to hunger and thirst. I’ve been hungry and thirsty before, but it was only a passing, limited urgency, taken over by the need to mate.
He’s sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. His mind is quiet again. He has shut me out, and I feel utterly desolate.
“How long has it been?” My voice is a croak, raw from all my screams of pleasure.
“Eight days,” he replies, rising, he collects a drink from the nightstand.
I’m so weak as to be helpless, and he holds my head and helps me to drink. I gulp it down, the cool water heaven against my raw throat.
He doesn’t meet my eyes. It’s only when he lowers my head and turns away that I recognize the discord.
“I fucked up,” he says, putting the empty glass on the nightstand. “I mean, it’s not the first time...”
“What’s happened?”
He stills, and his haunted eyes find mine. “I’m pretty sure I bit you first.”
I don’t like his tone. Nor his body language. I like even less that I cannot read his mind and see immediately what is behind the pain in his eyes and voice.
“We’re bonded,” he says. “Mated. Can’t you feel it?”
He turns away, stalking over to the huge window. It’s dawn. Beyond it, I see the skyscrapers of Chimera. It is an impressive view that might distract me another time. He’s naked, and I drink in the sight of his lean back and firm ass. There are scratches and bites all over him, and those are down to me.
Should I be disgusted that I put them there? There are just as many on me, and I love each and every one despite this discordant feeling between us. “It wasn’t you who messed up.” Guilt settles over me like a cold, desolate weight. “I wanted you to bite me. Honestly... I might’ve bitten you first. It got pretty blurry after a while. I don’t remember who did what or when. But if we’re allocating blame, then I need to own my share.”
“You don’t get it,” he says.
“Then tell me,” I demand
“You’re Larissa Olsen,” he says bitterly. “You’re a mind-reading omega. The government’s going to come for you at some point.” He swallows thickly. “And you just bonded yourself to the biggest loser in the universe.”
Chapter Ten
Rhett
“Ineed to talk to my brother,” I say. I can’t look at her, but especially not at what Ididto her. She’s covered in bites, like she’s been savaged by a fucking animal marking its turf. My cum is on her and in her. And yeah, that shit makes me all kinds of satisfied. Just like her marks on me, the achy feeling and faint soreness act as a reminder of her putting them there.
Only this is bad. Really fucking bad. Lucian’s caution aside, what I’ve done is wrong. I should have stayed in control. The scale of this disaster looms on the horizon like a storm cloud waiting to unleash a deluge.
She’s watching me, but I look away, unable to face her censure. I throw on some sweatpants, snatch a T-shirt off the floor, and without a backward glance, get the fuck out of there. My cell is lying on the coffee table, along with a fresh tray of covered food.
I need to feed her. She’s got to be hungry.
Memories surface of me feeding her from my fingers during her heat, her tongue lapping sensually, all sweet, contented pet.
Yeah, not a chance I can feed her and not fuck her again.
