Bite Me Open
Tony
I’m rushing back with grocery bags, and I already know she’s awake. It’s like I can feel her. We aren’t bonded—I’ve never been bonded—but I just fucking know she’s up and plotting. Her little hands are wringing, and her wily little thoughts are racing.
When I open the door, my gaze falls to Kelya in a red lace bodysuit, kneeling at the other side of the room, pointing my gun right at my stomach. Slowly, I move in, letting the door shut. I drop the grocery bags to the floor. Her fucking finger is on the trigger.
“Kelya, where did you find that?”
Upon her silence, I step farther into the room. She’s absolutely dead fucking serious as she realigns her aim to my middle. The overhead fan slowly moves, the curtain from the balcony blowing casually in the breeze, and she remains focused right on me.
By the way she’s holding my gun, I know it’s loaded. The magazine adds weight. She adjusts her hands, and her little red-painted finger dances directly on the trigger. I peek at the slide, not seeing protrusion on the extractor. It’s too far away for me to know.
I look back up at the omega.
“Never point a gun at someone unless you are planning on shooting them.”
“I’m planning on shooting you.”
My mouth goes dry as I weigh my limited options. I could hedge my bet the gun is yellow and try to disarm her, but that could lead to a fight. If I attack her but it’s red, she’ll shoot me.
Or I can try to negotiate. “Last night was that bad, huh?”
“Probably the worst I’ve had.”
“Rats. I did put in my all, so a man has to know when to accept defeat.”
“Stop being cute, Cypress. I can’t go back and you know it.”
I lower my gaze. Something has happened. I’m not stupid enough to think fucking her would lower her inhibitions, but she seems to be reacting to something.
“We made a deal.”
“That was before I had a gun.”
I grit my teeth so hard I think I chip a molar. This is not fucking happening. I could have ended this the moment I knew she was about to walk onto that goddamned boat. She’s not going to go back on our deal—a deal I should have never fucking offered her!
“Then fucking use it! Congrats, you broke into the safe and stole my gun, Kelya! Fucking pull that trigger you’re fingering and be done! But you better kill me, because if I live, you’ll never get out of my ropes again. You’ll be mine!”
She closes her eyes, grimaces, and pulls the trigger.
Instead of a bang, there’s a click.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Kelya’s eyes jump up in surprise, and mine do not. I rush her, tackling her and ripping the gun out of her loose grip. I’ve got her underneath me, screaming.
“No! Get off of me!”
“You fucking pulled the trigger on me!” I scream back.
“Tony! Fuck! I’m sorry!”
“You were going to shoot me!”
“No! I knew the gun wasn’t loaded!” Tears fall down her face.
As if I’m a fucking idiot! My adrenaline pulses through me, and my anger doesn’t know what to do except make everything else about me just as violent and passionate.
I sit up, making sure her eyes are on me, pull the slide back on the gun, chambering a round from the very much loaded gun, point it out the window towards the ocean, and pull the trigger.
It’s a bang so loud it disrupts the entire room and rocks our eardrums. A real fucking shot.
With one hand, I press a button on the side of the gun to drop the clip to the rug near her ear, disarming the weapon, then drop the rest of the gun to the side. I grab her face with both hands, making her still and look me in the eyes.
“You’re only sorry because you didn’t know to fucking load a round in the goddamned chamber! If you knew how to use my gun, would I be fucking bleeding out on the rug, Kelya!? Would I!?”
She whimpers, but her tears have dried up. I smell her arousal, and it temporarily blinds me. My hard dick presses into her center. She’s such a fucking vixen, but she can’t fake this. She’s turned on.
“What’s got you turned on, Sweet Rosette? Putting you in your place.”
Her breaths are wildly erratic, and she doesn’t even look guilty when she nods.
God, when she’s like this, flushed and fucked up—smelling like an omega who wants to fuck—I can’t help myself.
I kiss her.
If she gets to hop onto me and kiss me without warning, can’t I pin her to the ground and kiss her? If she was going to kill me with my own gun, shouldn’t I get to take something, too?
Kelya pulled the trigger while aiming a loaded gun at me: I get one fucking kiss.
She kisses me back, and so I go all in. I wrap my arms around her and pull her up into me, devouring her mouth.
Her hands skate up my shirt, grabbing my ribs and digging her fingernails into my skin.
I pull away from her mouth to suck on her neck, and her head falls all the way back with a moan.
I’d love to bite her. I want to rip into her skin.
Maybe even make it a claiming, bonding bite.
Make her really regret trying to shoot me.
If she were mine with a bite, she’d never be rid of me.
She’d have to use a gun to end our bond.
I nip her skin, making her yelp, then suck on it again.
My desire to bite into her—like her scent is trapped inside of her and all I need to do is rip her open to get to it—makes me break out a god-fearing growl.
Her fingernails dig into me further, and the pain is invigorating.
Maybe she can hear my thoughts, because suddenly, her little omega teeth dig into my flesh at the top of my shoulder. My dick hardens, and I dig it into her to show her what her bite does to me. She bites down more, and it just makes me harder.
Her hand finds its way between us, and she grabs my dick over my pants, then bites down again. I come unglued.
I have to lay her back on the ground so I can hold myself up. She strokes my dick over my pants and bites me more while I kiss her neck and fucking move my hips into her. I smell the moment she draws blood, but it does nothing to stop this.
If she wants me dead, she’ll need to do it like this: biting me open and bleeding me dry.
“Take these fucking pants off,” she says between her heavy, desperate breaths. “Fuck me, I need you inside of me, Alpha.”
I put my hands on either side of her head and push up to look her in the eyes. Her lips have a bit of my blood on them. Oh my god, she’s so damned beautiful.
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes. Yes, please, yes.”
I lean over and grab the gun and bring it in front of her face. She becomes uncommonly still. The clip is on the rug near us, and I grab it and sit up, pinning her underneath me.
“I’m going to teach you to use this, Kelya, for my safety and your own.” I slam the clip in. “You got that part right, but not this one—“
I pull the slide back, and a bullet loads into the chamber. My finger lays next to the trigger, not on it, like the Wild Wild West omega underneath me. I show her the tab.
“See, now if you pull the trigger, a fucking bullet will come out.”
She blinks at me. I drop the magazine out of the gun and pull the slide, ejecting the bullet into the air. I catch it and show her. She’s still just watching me.
She flushes red again. I think she likes watching me use the gun.
“Your turn.”
I yank her up onto her hands, but keep her legs pinned down with my body.
I hand her the gun and the magazine. She looks at me, knowing there’s a trick somewhere, knowing she just tried to fucking kill me with this only moments ago and here I am handing it over. I wait until she takes it.
“Now, load it properly.”
With steady but careful hands, she slides the magazine in, slams it all the way with the heel of her hand, and then looks to me for permission to actually arm the weapon.
“Go on.”
Her hands shake as she tries to pull the slide back. She’s only able to pull it a little bit before giving up.
“Hard. Do it hard, Kelya.”
She tries again, hoping I’ll give up, and it goes a little bit farther, but then back to normal position.
“Hard!”
“Fine!”
She gives it a mighty yank, loading a round into the chamber. I smile. Now she knows how it really feels to hold a loaded and armed weapon.
“You see the tab?” I show her. “It’s raised. Now you know you can kill a man.”
I slowly take the gun from her hand and direct her back.
“You want me inside of you?” I ask, barely recognizing my own crazed and angry voice. I keep my finger off the trigger and glide the end of the barrel over her throat and down her chest. The scent of her arousal fills the room like a bomb. Her chest and neck flush bright red.
“You like this, Sweet Rosette?”
She nods.
“Use your words.”
“Yes. I like when you…” Her words get stuck in her throat when I glide the end of the barrel over her hip.
“Tell me.”
“When you make me.”
I straddle her leg and slide my knee out, pushing her legs apart and exposing her to me. I reach her pussy and unclasp the bottom of her bodysuit. It snaps open, making her jump. I switch hands, holding the gun in my left, and bring it up to her neck as my other fingers push into her wet pussy.
“Oh my god.” She moans, and her eyes slide into the back of her skull. She’s so hot I swear she’s going to burn me.
I punish her with my hard, quick moving fingers. Her slick drips onto my palm. Before she can get used to it, I remove my fingers and crowd over her more, bringing my face to hers.
“Tony, fuck me,” she begs. I push the gun further into her neck.
“Do you want”—I growl, pumping my fingers hard into her soaking pussy—“to shoot me with this gun, or should I fuck you with it?”
Her face turns to me, and I bite her bottom lip, making her shout her frustration until I pop off. Her lip comes away red and aching. I want to do it again. All my blood rushes to my dick as I get her closer and closer.
“Cypress,” she says, making sure I know she wants this.
I lead her right to the edge. Abruptly and without warning, I pull my fingers out, then sit up.
“Fuck! No! Please.” She whimpers, tears dripping down the sides of her eyes.