Page 35 of Bound to the EMT

“Because I’ve never run from anything in my life. When the going gets tough, I just get tougher. Will our marriage be perfect? Hell no. No marriage is. Even though I know my parents love each other dearly, they still squabble. It’s human nature. It’s what you do after the disagreements that count. I vow to you, my dear bride, that I will work it out with you. Thick and thin, no matter what. Can you promise me the same?”

“You don’t know my mother. She-”

Branson eases forward and curls his hand around my throat, choking off the rest of my sentence. The pressure is firm but not implacable. I can still breathe, but somehow, I don’t want to. A haze drifts over my eyes as my stomach flops about like a fish demanding air.

Just as I think I’m about to go under, he releases me, allowing me to fill my lungs. Once I can breathe, he does it all over again, teasing my consciousness as he controls the very air I so desperately pull into my body.

“I’m going to speak, and you’re going to listen. Understand?”

I give him a weak nod, unwilling and unable to do any more than that as I drift away on a calm, placid lake.

“Good girl,” he purrs, tightening his grip again. “Your mother cannot touch me. By law, I am your husband. By our signatures on the marriage paper, I’m your mate. And by my cock driving into your pretty little pussy, I’m the man who vows to love, honor, cherish, and fuck the living daylights out of you until death parts us. I don’t give a fuck about the six months. You’re mine until you demand I release you. And even then, I’m sure I can convince you otherwise.”

“But what about love?” I manage to croak out, my heart rending in two.

“Love will come. I’m sure of it. I’m already crazy about you in a way I’ve never been about anyone else. They all pale to you. Your scent is a drug to me, chaining me to your side. The moment I helped you in your room, I was smitten. When I picked out a ring, it was with you in mind. It’s only fitting that you are here by my side as my wife.”

As I open my mouth to retort, he leans over and brushes his lips against mine. All thoughts flee from my mind as he runs his tongue along my bottom lip and eases it in, forcing it past my teeth. He moves in and out with shallow thrusts, making my body sing as pleasure sizzles along my synapses.

One hand runs through my hair and grabs at the scalp, tugging my head back so he can open me even further to his hungry lips. His other hand skims my body, leaving fire and pleasure in its wake. I don’t care if he’s my husband or not, it still feels naughty to let him have his way with me.

With a feral groan, he wrenches his mouth away from mine and stares into my eyes. His hot, heavy, panting breath washes over my skin, making it tingle as I come alive.

“I’m not going to demand that you run from me, seeing as there’s not really anywhere for you to go. But know this, my little princess, you are never getting away from me.”

He yanks his hand back from my body and grabs my wrists, hauling them up to the headboard. One hand encloses around both and pins them into place, stretching me out beneath his hungry gaze. In this moment, I’ve never felt so small, so delicate, or so vulnerable.

There’s not a trace of hatred or anger in his eyes, but I see nothing gentle either. That man is gone. In his place is a feral Alpha intent on claiming me as his. The shiver racing down my spine is half fear, half arousal, and all wanton desire.

I tug a bit, just to give a token amount of resistance, just to say I did, but he holds firm. His dark growl slides over my skin, making my eyes nearly roll back into my skull.

“Is that the best you’ve got? I’m about to tie you up, making you helpless. A little tug is all you have for me? Surely you can do better than that. I’m sure that fancy school you went to taught you self-defense or something. Come on, Princess, fight me. Protect your virginal innocence for as long as you can.”

My eyes widen at his words. He wants me to actually fight back? I thrust my hips into the air, doing my best to rock him off of me, but he doesn’t budge.

My school never taught me self-defense, never taught me how to protect myself from an Alpha. And why would they? My primary school and college are both female only. Why would I need to keep myself safe from other omegas? A thread of unease slithers through my veins, forcing me to move.

Deep inside, I know he won’t actually harm me, but my body doesn’t know that. Not for sure. Gritting my teeth, I toss and turn, wrenching myself from side to side, as if that will somehow move his massive bulk off of me.

From between my thighs, his cock swells even larger against his sweatpants and bumps against my sensitive flesh. An odd sound, something between a sob and moan, erupts from my lips as I grind against him, seeking pleasure as opposed to freedom.

“Seems as if my naughty princess wants this. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. This won’t do. I’m supposed to force myself upon you. You’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking through my pants.”

With a hard tug, he jerks my wrists up and grabs the rope, tying them to the headboard with an ease that leaves me breathless. Everything he’s done to me so far is with a skill and a finesse that makes me weak in the knees. Competency. It’s the only word that thrums through my brain.

Once my wrists are bound, making it nearly impossible for me to wriggle free, I kick out with my feet, putting up a token resistance to the deflowering I crave. He chuckles as he swats my feet away, pushing them to the side as if they were nothing. My breath comes in haggard gasps as he grabs my ankles and wrenches my legs apart, baring me to his feral gaze.

“So. Fucking. Wet for me. God, you’re just perfect, my naughty princess. But as much as I want to indulge, I find myself in a more sadistic frame of mind.”

Everything freezes. Sadistic? But then, I asked for this, didn’t I? I wanted this. Now, however, as he pushes my knees back toward my head, nearly bending me in half, I wonder if this is such a good idea.

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, lowering them back down. “You’re going to be here for a while. I’m a deviant, not an ogre.”

He turns back to the small closet and rummages around. As much as I crane my neck, I can’t seem to see what he’s getting. When he turns back, he holds two large straps in his hands and a dark smile on his face.

“Time for your examination, little omega. The doctor will see you now.”