Chapter 12 #2
I cried out again when he pulled away, missing the pleasure he gave me instantly.
That bereft feeling only lasted a second as he lifted me clean off my feet.
The loss of gravity was disorienting, but it didn’t last. With his arms holding me as wide open as I could get, Saint thrust hard into me as he pressed me against the van.
My heat waves so far had been great, but nothing prepared me for how amazing it was to be fucked mercilessly by an alpha you were bonded with.
I didn’t know where my pleasure ended and his began.
My mind played tricks on me to the point where I could have sworn I was the one fucking him.
I felt the dominance and control of making him submit fully, and it blended almost seamlessly with the pure bliss of being filled and claimed.
My experience and his were completely blurred together, and when he broke through the entrance to my womb again and caused another breeding orgasm, I was lost.
I was Saint and Saint was me, and we were both the storm of pleasure that raged around us.
I’d never felt so complete in my life. I begged and pleaded with my body to let his seed take hold so that I could have his baby, all his babies.
I knew it wasn’t happening, though. Not this time, at least. I still had spermicide from before inside me, thwarting the one thing I wanted more than anything.
I have no idea how long the moment of unified pleasure lasted.
When I started to be aware of my surroundings again, Saint had me squashed against the side of the van, leaning his weight into me.
We were both still catching our breaths, and he was still knotted in me.
His massive size meant my feet didn’t touch the ground.
Yeah, my feet definitely didn’t touch the ground.
I was floating, high on something that I wanted more than I could put into words.
I was meant to be with this alpha, no matter his objections.
We’d bonded because we were a perfect pair, even if Saint hadn’t completely come to terms with it and I didn’t know how it would work.
“Are you okay?” Saint asked, still breathless, a few moments later as his knot started to go down.
“Yeah,” I answered, nodding. “That was—”
I didn’t have words for how thrilling and hot and satisfying being fucked hard by my bonded mate up against the side of a van in a growing storm was, so I let the bond do the talking. I closed my eyes and just felt all the things I was feeling, sending them Saint’s way.
Saint responded with a growl against my ear that made me wish my next wave would hurry up and crash over me so we could do it all again.
I just wanted to be taken by my alpha so he could use me to slake his needs.
And I wanted to feel like I was inside him being the aggressor, and maybe figure out a way to force him to feel what I felt like when I gave my body to him.
Saint made another unbelievably hot sound against my ear, then adjusted his body so that his cock could slide out of me. I hated that his knot had gone down. I wanted him fused with me forever.
“We have a lot to talk about,” he said at last, his voice still gruff with passion.
“Yeah, we do,” I panted, turning to face him on wobbly legs.
I had a million things I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him I didn’t care how he felt, we were bonded now, and he was going to accept me into his life whether he wanted to or not.
I planned to lay down the law and tell him, not ask him, how we would be together.
And I wanted to explain and rationalize and plan until we had extensive spreadsheets of how our new life together would work.
But a flash of movement out on the ocean behind Saint took the words out of my mouth and made my mind go blank.
“A boat!” I said, pointing into the dark, storm-slashed distance.
Saint jerked straight and turned to see what I was looking at. I felt curiosity and overwhelming protectiveness from him. A moment after that, I felt surprise as well. He’d seen the boat, too.
“It’s not midnight,” he said, turning and using his body to shield me. “It’s not even close.”
“If that really is the Dumfries gang, they must be coming early to get the guns because of the storm,” I said.
I felt Saint’s agreement. “They’re coming closer.”
They were, but from what I could see, they weren’t getting anywhere.
At some point when Saint had been rocking my world up against the van, the sun had started to set.
That, combined with the rain, made it almost too dark to see out into the ocean.
The only way I could track where the boat was going was by the lights on the boat and by the occasional flash of lightning rending the sky.
Both the boat and the storm were getting closer.
“We can’t let them see us here,” I said, grabbing Saint’s hand and running out from under the boathouse roof. “We need to get back up to the house and tell Fennick and Lucas that they’re coming.”
“Wait!” Saint shouted, alarm ringing from him as we dashed out into the driving rain. “They might not be coming.”
I ran a few more yards, making it about halfway up to the house, before turning to see what Saint was looking at over his shoulder.
Sure enough, the boat wasn’t actually getting closer.
It was bobbing like it was made of cork on the rough seas.
If I had to guess, I’d’ve said it was a fairly big boat and it was easily half a mile away from the shore.
I knew in my gut that it was the Dumfries gang trying to do the handoff before the storm got too bad.
Except they must have miscalculated. The storm had rolled in before they could accomplish their mission.
The boat wasn’t actually getting closer, and the longer Saint and I stood there, being punished by the rain, the more certain I was that the boat was turning around and motoring away.
We’d definitely just been handed an amazing reprieve from—
Before I could finish my thoughts, lightning split the sky, crashing into the boathouse and lighting the whole roof up for a second.
The strike was so close that it took my breath away and left every hair on my body standing on end.
Dad had made sure the boathouse had lightning rods and was grounded years ago, but that didn’t stop the flash or the ungodly loud sound of the metal roof stressing with the jolt of electricity.
That sound was bad, but the scream that ripped from Saint’s lungs, combined with the abject horror I felt radiating from him, was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Saint clutched his face, specifically his forehead where the scar sliced across it, and sank to his knees.
“No! No! Papa! Daddy! No!” he shouted hunching in on himself on the wet grass.
He gripped his head tighter and started rocking and wailing. The fear that slammed me through him was nearly enough to buckle my knees. My alpha was in so much pain, and I didn’t have a clue what to do about it.