Chapter 22 #2
Bentley growls as I start to move, his blue eyes swirling with desire as he grits his teeth and watches where we’re joined. “Love you so fucking much, omega.”
My alpha wraps his hand around my cock, squeezing and stroking me in time with my hips, encouraging me to fuck his hand until I’m throwing my head back and grabbing the oh shit handle above the door.
I rock faster, grinding my ass against his hips each time I slide down over him, my orgasm coiling tightly in my belly as I start to bounce on his cock.
“Gonna come, baby?”
I nod and try to catch my breath. “Yes.”
“Gonna come with me? Let me fill you up, knot your hole and fill it with my cum so it’s dripping out of you for days?”
“God, yes. Alpha, please,” I whine as I slam myself down on his knot, over and over until I feel it swell. “Bentley, alpha, I—”
I cry out loudly as he quickly sits up, pushing my ass down onto his knot as it binds us together and he sinks his teeth into the side of my neck.
Stars burst across my vision as I explode, my orgasm racing through every inch of my body as a warmth spreads from his mark and blankets every inch of me in a peace like I’ve never known before.
My hand flies to his hair as Bentley’s jaw locks momentarily, my fingers burying themselves in the long blond strands, pulling hard as my cum fires into his hand, spilling between his fingers and coating both of our stomachs.
“I love you so much,” he growls as he releases me, his cock still hard, knot still swollen as I continue fucking myself on him.
I look my alpha in the eye, that love reflected in those bright blue pools while my blood drips down his chin, and I snap.
With a whimper and a growl, I shove him back down onto the seat, fucking him fast and hard, working my body aggressively against his as I yank his head to the side and clamp down on his throat.
The coppery, citrus tang of his blood fills my mouth, coating my tongue and throat as my teeth pierce his skin.
Bentley groans as he starts thrusting up into me, his knot so swollen he can barely move, but it’s just enough to send me over the edge again, and I make sure to drag my alpha with me.
Our mutual climax is endless and euphoric, it’s life changing, and as the last of my cum shoots across his stomach and I release his throat, I can’t help the way my entire body shudders.
“Mine now, huh, baby?”
I nod as I lean down and press a kiss to his lips. “Yours now, and you’re mine.”
Bentley reaches up and pushes my hair out of my face with a soft smile. “I’ve always been yours, Tav, and nothing was ever going to change that.”
I just smile and kiss him again before laying against his chest, a feeling of contentment and completion flooding me for the first time in my entire life.
And that’s a feeling I don’t ever want to go away.
Bentley
I can’t stop smiling as I drive back to our loft with Tav and our babies.
My omega is finally bonded to me, and the twins’ bodies went to the good cause of feeding the pigs.
Tav went a little green when he heard their bones being ground up, but I found ways to distract him.
We had sex once more in the truck, and then it was time to go home.
No evidence is left in the truck since I scrubbed everything down, and we managed not to get any blood on ourselves. Now, we have to explain why we’re a half hour late meeting my dad for dinner.
A dinner that hasn’t been cooked yet. Fuck me, he’s definitely going to have questions.
“Hey, Dad,” I call out, jumping out of the truck.
His hair is hidden by the wide brim of a hat, and his arms are folded as he glances from the broken door to me. His powerful gaze softens as he sees Tav get out of the vehicle with Bella and Floyd, and I hope against hope that’ll stop the flood of questions.
This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten away with murder, though I do try not to make killing people a habit.
“Sorry we’re late,” I add, hurrying over to help Tav.
It’s not until my father sees my omega’s face as we step under the floodlight that he fucking growls.
“What the hell happened?” he asks. “The door is hanging wide open, so I wondered if there was a break in. Except, there was no one here.”
“We had an errand to run,” Tav admits, his teeth worrying his bottom lip. It manages to split it open even more and I gently reach out to tap his mouth so he’ll release it.
“I see.”
I’m not sure what my father sees because we haven’t told him fuck all, but I know the evidence of an assault is written all over my omega’s face.
His shoulders are rounded as if he’s worried he’s going to be in trouble, and he’s having a really hard time meeting my father’s eyes.
Octavian doesn’t lie nearly as well as I do.
“Well, I guess there’s nothing to be done except to fix this door and order take out.
I already have a delivery of supplies coming from the hardware shop.
It’s amazing what you can order on an app in a big city, isn’t it?
It should all be here in a few minutes. Bentley, you go see if there’s anyone in the building. ”
“Yes, sir,” I reply immediately. I’m kind of out of it, and only my name is helping to snap me to attention. My father is here, and he’s not going to make problems for us.
I may be more affected by Tav’s assault than I’m willing to admit.
I acted in the moment, and I still haven’t stopped moving.
If there’s anything else, I can handle it on the fly.
I begin to catalog in my mind what I may need to hide or put away before my father comes upstairs to the loft while I wait for my escape.
“You have your gun don’t you? They wouldn’t let me take mine on the damn plane.”
The grumble makes me chuckle, and I nod.
“Yes, sir. I’ll head upstairs to see if there’s anything else disturbed.”
It’s as if he and I are playing a game, because I’ve already killed the intruders and the house has been scrubbed.
The heavy lifting is all done. Unfortunately, there are still bags of broken shit by the front door of the loft to be thrown out, and I may have also broken said door on Kyle’s face when I kicked it.
“Oh. Ah, Octavian, this is my father, Leif Walker,” I mumble. God, I’m seriously out of sorts today. Figures I’d get away with murder, and then turn into a bumbling teenager in front of my father.
“I’ll keep him company,” Dad drawls, reassuring me.
“Are you okay with that, baby?” I ask, making sure Tav focuses on me.
“Yeah. I think I will be.” I can feel through our growing bond that he means it too. There’s no anxiety, just concern that my dad may not like him.
I seriously doubt he won’t. My father has a great bullshit meter for people, and appreciates someone who is grumpy.
Everyone loves him because you can be yourself around him.
He also minds less when I have to step outside of the law when the time calls for it.
I’m not exactly supposed to have my gun, even though it’s registered in both Tennessee and Minnesota.
“I’ll be right back then.”
My long strides take the stairs up to the loft two at a time, and I clear the area quickly.
It doesn’t matter that I know no one was up here, I refuse to compromise my family’s safety on a hunch.
On my way back out of the loft, I grab my bag of tools and the garbage bags to throw out.
I make sure Tav and my sex toys are put away, everything is folded the way my omega likes, and that it’s as presentable as possible after what Tav just endured.
The bags are packed three thick to ensure they won’t bust open, or worse yet, an animal won’t be able to chew it open before they’re picked up in the morning.
“This is as good as it gets,” I whisper under my breath. The aftermath of a murder is not at all glamorous.
I walk down the stairs and out through the back using the record store dumpster to throw out the garbage. There’s no reason to run into my father for unwanted questions.
“We’re all clear.”
My father nods, talking soothingly to my omega as if I didn’t say anything at all.
“I don’t know what you like to eat, Tav,” he says. God, they’re on a nickname basis already, which makes me happy. My omega is twitchy about his name as it is. “Why don’t you order us some food while I change out this door with my son?”
“I need to feed Bella and Floyd too.” Tav glances at me as if to make sure I’m going to be alright, and I give him a wide smile.
My father isn’t the enemy, though I’m probably about to be grilled by him.
“Give our babies extra snuggles.” I make sure to kiss Floyd and give them both rubs for trying to protect Tav, and then I send them off.
I send Tav warmth and love through the bond, and he gives me a grumpy smile over his shoulder as he disappears. As long as he’s not spiraling or going to hurt himself, we can handle anything together. Once my dad is gone, he can cry in my arms, because at the end of the day, I didn’t lose him.
My father is quiet as he takes my bag of tools and begins to dig inside of it for what he needs. He’s wearing worn jeans, heavy boots, and a long sleeved shirt with his coat. He’s no longer dressed up for his meetings, which must be a relief for him.
I help him take down the door, and our supplies are delivered while we work.
“Are you sure Tav doesn’t need medical attention?” he asks gruffly.
“He refused to go, and only let me do what I could to set his nose.”
“Did you take care of whoever did that?”
Swallowing hard, I glance at him as we both hold the new door. My father wasn’t fucking playing this time and bought a steel door no one is getting through unless they fucking blow it up. It’s something I should have originally done, but Tav would have complained about it.
I have no problems creating our own bunker to block out the world when we need it. I want to bubble wrap my omega.
“I walked in on it,” I rasp. “It’s all taken care of now.”
“Good.”
My father is a man of few words, and that’s all he had to say about it until the door is in place.
“I like him, Bentley. I’d tell you not to screw it up, but I know you won’t.”
My jaw drops as he leaves me outside with my tools to join my omega and my pets without a second glance. He’s right though. I won’t fuck this up.
Tav is well and truly mine.