Page 44 of Bonds and Beasts

“Are you going to come so soon, omega?”

I gasp as he takes both of my ass cheeks in his hands and spreads me wider. Over my shoulder I watch as he stares down at the place where we meet.

“You take my cock so well,” he growls. “Your pussy’s putting on a show for me.” The electric cord at my center curls tighter and tighter. I reach between my legs and slide the pad of my middle finger over my soaked clit. He chuckles before spitting on my puckered hole and rubbing it in with the pad of his thumb. He presses until it pops past my tight ring. That’s all it takes. I come violently around Bello, mouth open, drooling into the carpet, choking on the force of it. He never stops pounding into me.. Every pull shocks through me as my orgasm drags on under his constant rhythm.

“Fuck,” Bello groans. His hips snap faster, more forceful as the ring of his already half-inflated knot pushes into me. Once it pops in, I see stars, and another orgasm rips through me. Or maybe it’s still the first one? His cock kicks in me as he coats my insides with his cum. Bello grunts, hips jerking as much as he can with us locked together.

I slump. The only thing holding my lower half up is Bello’s knot and cock. He carefully extracts his thumb from my ass. The sting is pleasure. His hand on the back of my neck, caresses from the base of my skull, down my spine and over the crest of my ass then back again.

“Was that too much, Beauty?” he asks, genuine concern lacing his voice.

I shake my head. I didn’t have to think about anything. I trusted him and he took every piece of me apart. “No, I needed all of that.”

His purr reverberates up his chest and through me as he guides me onto my side. Locked together, it will be a few minutes before his knot recedes enough for us to separate. His arm comes under my head and his hand reaches up to the couch to pull down a soft blanket. He drapes it over me and his heavy arm wraps around my middle, hand splaying on my stomach possessively, pressing his chest into me.

As he slowly puts me back together, the worries of before start inching back, and one stands out above the rest.

“Dean,” I whisper.

His lips come to my hair, his hand tracing lazy circles on my abdomen as he shushes me.

“It’s okay, Beauty. We’ll find him tomorrow once this storm passes. It’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay. I promise.”

Staring into the warm fire, I believe him. I fall asleep in his arms on the rug.

Dean

The knock on the door is loud and commanding and I really don't even need to guess who it is.

Bello.

I sigh and get up off the couch. My head is throbbing. I drowned my sorrows in the hotel's cheap bourbon last night, and now I'm paying for it.

I swing the door open and am only slightly surprised to find that Bello isn't alone. He's with Easton and Adison, who’s looking unsure about even standing in the hall. My heart drops to my shoes. I don't want to hurt her, but I have to choose which hurt I'm willing to allow at this point.

"I'm not really in the mood—" I start but Bello stomps past me and Easton isn't far behind. Adison doesn't barge in. She just looks at me with big, confused eyes. Fuck me.

I step to the side and gesture for her to come in. She might as well. It doesn't seem like I'm allowed to be in my own thoughts this morning. She hesitantly enters and I close the door behind her. I can't help but look at her. My eyes are always drawn to wherever she is in a room. Her expression is so pained that I'm forcibly reminded of the night we met, of how she curled into me and let me hold her even though she didn't know me at all.

Well, she still doesn't know me.

"What's up?" I ask nonchalantly.

"Fuck off with that," Bello replies immediately, sitting on the suite’s couch. Easton is standing by the window, openly glaring at me. Adison is further back near the wall, making herself smaller. It guts me, but I can't go back now.

"What?" I growl.

"Why'd you leave last night, Dean?" Bello asks. I think of the manor. Of our retirement. Of my parents. It all twists up in a frustrating, stress-inducing ball of knots at my center.

So I don't say anything. I shrug. Based on the way Bello's looking at me, I'll be lucky to get out of this without two black eyes.

"I've been puzzled about something since I found out you left last night," Easton interrupts. "Actually, that's a lie. I've been wondering about it since we first started staying at the manor."

My eyes drift to his, hoping to pull off bored confusion while my insides set off an internal alarm. Easton knows. The smart bastard figured it out.

"Why did you have rut blockers?"

My heart freezes. This is the question I’ve avoided my whole adult life. "What?" It's literally the first word that pops out of my mouth, even though we all know I know what he's talking about.