Chapter 19 Sam
nineteen
Sam
“Gods fucking dammit.” The words leave me as I run my hand over my face. Her fucking heat. Right before we were about to bond. My aching cock throbs once in disappointment.
Just my luck.
Jo whips her head around, growling at me. “Take that negative energy out of my fuckin’ nest.”
My brows shoot up. Negative energy?
I’ve never been with an omega in heat before, so I’m not sure how it affects their temperament exactly, but this is obviously a side of Jo I’ve never seen. Raising my hands in a placating gesture, I keep my voice calm. “No negative energy here, Trouble. Just…we’ll have to wait to bond now.”
I don’t have time to blink before she’s tackling me. My back sinks into the mattress as she straddles my waist, leaning over me with a murderous expression.
“Woah, Siren—” West starts, but I glance over at him, shaking my head. Jo’s omega is front and center, and I have a feeling that despite my apologies and fixing my attitude, she still has a bone to pick with me.
West’s mouth snaps shut, and I don’t miss the way Kole and Hayden don’t even try to hide their smirks.
Cheeky bastards.
She leans down until our noses are almost touching.
She must have sweat the rest of the way through the de-scenter spray because her apple cinnamon goodness calls to my alpha.
I can feel him fighting to take over, but I am not so powerless that I’ll be lost to a rut before I have a chance to bond her.
“You don’t want to bond?” Her voice is deadly quiet, a raging fire in her eyes.
“Of course I do,” I struggle to keep my tone level, “but your heat—”
“Then bite me,” she growls, “bite me right fuckin’ now Sam, or I swear—”
My alpha hijacks my body. That’s the only explanation for why I lunge forward, sinking my teeth into the crook of her neck without any foreplay.
She cries out, a sound of half pain and half pleasure as I pull back, and then she’s striking the same spot on me. Pain lances through my skin, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Especially when it fades to a burning pleasure.
And then the damndest thing happens.
Something like a tether snaps into existence, connecting our souls together. She is fire, burning as bright as the sun inside my chest, and I stare up at her, her green eyes zeroing in on the bite mark she left on me.
“Mine,” she declares, leaning down and running her tongue over the mark. “You’re mine now, Sammy-boy,” her gaze meets mine, “no take-backs.”
“I’ve been yours,” I correct her, catching her off guard as I grip her hips and flip us over so she’s underneath me, and nothing but a sense of thrill comes through the bond as I lift her leg and slide inside of her.
Red tinges my vision as her hot, wet heat envelops me, and I blink, trying to keep possession of myself.
“He is going into rut,” Kole’s voice reaches me even as my blood roars in my ears.
“Oh!” my omega cries out, her nails digging into my arms. Her eyes are clouding over, her body heat nearly burning me as my hips drive forward, the rut slowly taking over.