Page 44 of Bound to the EMT

My body begins to coil again in that telltale way that signals another orgasm. It builds, making my muscles twitch as frissons of pleasure dance along my spine and nerve endings. My pussy stretches as his knot expands, opening me up even more, stretching me to the point where I worry I might break. But I don’t. I never do.

As soon as his knot locks behind my pelvic bone, hitting that magical spot that drives me wild, I explode again as shards of agonizing need scatter over my body. His head is once more at my neck, licking me, soothing me, preparing me for what’s about to come as his hot cum bathes my insides, making my inner walls clench and ripple around his thick girth.

The instant his teeth embed in my shoulder, my body stills. Instead of pain as I was expecting, it’s an amalgamation of both erotic torture and relief, as if my body has been primed for this one moment. Colors burst from behind my closed eyelids as I scream myself hoarse from the pleasure he forces from me with each stroke of his fingers on my clit.

Silver threads, so small and thin I can barely see them, barely feel them, fly between our hearts, linking us together. They double, triple, flying so fast, I can barely keep up. It winds around us, connecting us together forever.

His heart beats as one with mine. Each breath is in time with my own. One. We are finally one. Nothing and no one will ever separate us. As each thread winds around, pulling us even closer, it feels right, as if we were always meant to be in this place, in this space and time, where we meld together into a solitary unit.

Strong, undivided, united. Never alone. With his heart beating in my chest, his love bathing me from the inside out, I will never be alone again.

He pulls his teeth from my shoulder and laps at the wound before dragging a bit of sheet over to staunch it as best as he can. But that’s not what I care about. Not right now. The feral need to claim him in return, to mark him as mine as he did me, beats in my brain.

My fingers scrabble over his chest as I do my best to lower my body. There’s a reluctance there. I can feel it through the bond like a discordant note pinging from an untuned piano. Bringing my eyes to his, I search his gaze, not understanding why I can’t have him, why he denies me so.

With a heavy sigh, he turns us over until he’s on his back, allowing me access to his body, even though I’m still impaled on his engorged knot. Bloodlust and need run through my veins, painful, as if stinging nettles flay me from the inside out, spurring me forward to complete the circuit.

Finally, he rests his hand on the back of my head and shifts me lower, directing me to the space over his heart. Yes. This is what I need. This will ease the pang of discomfort banging around in my heart. I lick his chest, moaning at the salty taste of his skin.

With a savage roar of my own, I bite down, my pussy spasming into a mini orgasm as copper fills my mouth. The threads, so small at first, double, triple, multiply until I honestly can’t tell where I end and he begins. Thoughts, images, and memories slam into my mind as if they’re my own.

But I know they’re not. They can’t be. I don’t remember any of the pictures flashing through my mind. I don’t recognize the rooms he walks in and out of. Nothing.

Until I do.

I know those people. The ones smiling at him in the first apartment we were in. I know the older Alpha man standing next to the younger two beaming at him with such love, such maternal and paternal feelings flowing off of them. The omega is in my school. Or, at least, she was until we graduated.

How does he know the Astorfords? And why do they act as if they know him and love him? He’s just a simple EMT, a common man, salt of the earth. How... Why...

I pull away and look up at the man beneath me, noting the regret in his eyes, the way it floods the bond, tainting us. Lies. It was all lies.

Sunlight shatters the inviting darkness,piercing my eyes as I blink up at the intrusion. The scent of breakfast wafts over to me, making my stomach cramp and growl. My heat. I remember that much. Groaning, I pull myself out of the sticky nest and look down at my body.

Bruises, scratches, and gouges cover me, as well as his cum encrusting nearly every inch. I should feel disgusting being this dirty, but somehow, it makes it all the more erotic. I shift my hips, wincing as my thighs burn and my pussy twinges.

Well used, depleted, and satiated.

I rub my hand over my heart, feeling the bond snap between us. He’s not happy. That much I can tell. As I rise to get out of the nest, Branson walks in with two plates. He’s glorious in his nakedness, covered in just as many bruises and cuts as I am.

At least I’m not the only one to come out of this scarred. At my unspoken joke, he smiles, his lopsided grin not meeting his eyes. He’s concerned, worried about my reaction to what I saw when we bonded.

Without saying a word, I take the plate from him, no longer worried about how I look. My gut clenches as intense hunger rages through my body. We both eat in silence as we fill that void from several days without eating, neither of us really looking at each other.

Once the hunger pains die down, I finally speak. “Why did you lie to me?”

A heavy sigh flits from his lips as he puts the plate on his lap and looks at me. “I didn’t. Not really. Legally, my name is now Afford. I had it changed when I moved out of my parents’ house.”

“But I don’t understand. You had everything. Your family is the richest of the five families. That is, if I’m recalling the right people. Astorford. Am I right?”

“You’re right. They are my parents. And you, of all people, should understand why I changed my name, why I left without taking a bit of their money.”

The bond ripples inside my chest. “Because of my mother.”

“She’s one of the reasons, but it’s more systemic than that. My parents seem to be the exception rather than the rule when it comes to wealth. They are philanthropic to their core. Many others, especially in the five families, are more concerned about how they look, or what underhanded ways they can get their money.”

“I have heard some odd stories about your family. But then, they were from my mother, so it’s impossible to know whether or not she’s accurate or skewed.”

“Probably a little of both. But that’s a bit off topic. I wanted to help people. Well, that, and I never did have a good head for figures. Not when it came to money. From as young as I remembered, I wanted to actually do good for others. Not just send money and hope it helps. But there’s no way I could do that with my family name still attached to me. Since my eldest brother was ready and willing to step into the family business with finance, it allowed me to do what I wanted.”