Page 81 of Bonded By Christmas
The vibration feels incredible.
I growl, planting my feet on the floor to buck into her mouth at the same time I shove her deeper down my length. My crown hits the back of her throat, making her gag, so I pull out a little.
The raging screams and cheers from the crowd draw my attention, and I search for Grim. All that comes through thebond is simmering rage, and that’s a very good sign that he’s rabid.
My thought is confirmed by the fact Grim has switched places with idiot number two, and he’s choking him out with his forearm around his neck from behind.
Fights aren’t usually to the death, not unless it’s carefully negotiated beforehand like this was. Grim’s hand lands on the man’s forehead. He twists, and the veins on his forearm bulge.
I can’t hear the crack over the crowd, but the minute his bones give way, the asshole’s head flies in the other direction.
Uh, yeah.
That’ll do it.
My cock gets so much juicier, and Lacey hollows her cheeks, sucking like she’s desperate to taste my cum.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Suck Daddy deep,” I growl, stretching back.
I still need to scan the crowd to make sure those MC members don’t try shit, but the first guy Grim took down is also back on his feet. They circle each other, and I exhale in pure relief as Grim tackles him.
Huh.
Maybe they should have tossed a third in there with him. He’s fond of varied kill methods. His fist flies at the guy’s face over and over as blood splatters the ring.
Lacey wraps her hand around my knot, applying the perfect amount of pressure. My head falls back as I finally let myself enjoy the sensation. Grim is going to be done in the ring in just a minute, so it’s about time I come down her throat.
It doesn’t take long of her warm, wet mouth working my cock, and my shaft swells. I’d love to make her gag again, but I settle for coming all over her tongue.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Grim
My vision is tinged with red, and not from the blood splattered all over my face. Shaking my head doesn’t force away the red sheen. Someone grabs my arm as we walk down a hallway that feels like it should be familiar.
I spin, wrap my hand around their throat, and shove them against the wall.
“Back the fuck off.” It comes out a nearly incoherent snarl.
The man’s fist flies at my face, but I shove it away. He has dark hair and deep blue eyes, and I feel like Ishouldrecognize him.
I justdon’t.
“Fuck. Come on, man. Enough of that bullshit.” The voice is familiar, but again, no clarity sparks in my mind. Whoever the voice belongs to jabs a fist into my kidney, and I growl, spinning around. “Well, at least you released Wilder.” He chuckles. “Don’t show your ass now. You have a pretty little omega to take all that pent-up energy out on.” The man tosses a thumb over his shoulder.
The woman is tiny.
I don’t know why he thinks it’s safe to let her anywhere near me. Her wavy dark hair falls just past her shoulders, and herhazy eyes sparkle as she meets my gaze. She has eyeliner or mascara smeared under her eyes, and her puffy pink lips seem swollen.
My stomach tightens.
She looks unsure of something, and my system riots at the thought she could be afraid of me.
I don’t hurt women.
My chest pangs, and I bring a hand to rub at the ache.
“You don’t recognize me. Do you?” she whispers.
