Chapter Fifty
Willow
Ishould be afraid, terrified—the Black Plague are Pack Mordred’s minions, and they’re coming after me.
At the very least, I should have asked about my friends and Bruce getting home safely.
But with Cujo enveloping me, leather, amber, and whiskey swirling with every breath, all thoughts vanish.
There is only him.
Only us.
The adrenaline surging through my body morphs into desire running through my veins as Cujo leaps onto the motorcycle he procured. My core comes alive, and though I’m clinging to his chest like a koala, it’s still not close enough. Pressing my nose into his neck, I gulp his scent down greedily.
The bike revs to life underneath us, and away we shoot. No helmets, no protective gear. Gy would be having a fit, but I don’t say a word, feeling the precarious edge Cujo’s teetering on. Instead, I hold on tight and let him get us to safety. And, hopefully, a bed.
Slick soaks my panties, and I perfume as he curves one strong arm around me, tucking me onto his lap while the other guides the motorcycle.
My hips act of their own volition, grinding my pussy over the strong muscles of his abdomen, seeking friction.
There’s something wild building inside me, needy and screaming for my mate’s attention.
Cujo growls low against my ear, a desperate, wanton sound that makes me clench on nothing, wishing to be filled.
I know he senses my need through the bond because I can feel his rising to meet it.
Unable to help myself, I nip along his neck, licking and sucking as the sweet, spicy flavor of whiskey coats my tongue, with sweet vanilla hidden beneath it.
This man is complexity incarnate—his flavor, his smell, and most of all, his heart.
“Don’t think I can wait for home,” he groans into my ear as the road opens up before us. “I need you.”
“Me neither.”
We race down the road for mere minutes before he hastily pulls over into a wooded area.
There is a narrow path, and I wonder whether he’s been here before.
It’s uninhabited, silent except for us. We get deeper into the woods until he suddenly cuts the engine, throws down the kickstand, and grabs my ponytail, tugging my head.
Panting hard, he claims my lips with a savage, primal need.
Yes, yes, yes, my inner omega screams. Take us, want us, love us. Our tongues tangle in a violent clash of lust that’s been reawakened by fear.
“I thought I wasn’t going to get to you in time.
” Cujo pauses his claiming, dropping his forehead against mine.
His voice cracks, and I whimper at the brokenness he’s hiding.
Our bodies fuse together as if being closer can stave off the panic.
His muscular frame, so full of strength, shakes around me.
“But you did,” I soothe him, calming his frayed nerves. My mate traces my face, rubbing over my kiss-swollen lips before smoothing down my chest as my Alpha checks to make sure that I’m still real and whole.
“You’re all right.” The words are spoken with a hushed awe. He touches me with a reverence unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and I surrender to this moment.
“Yes. And I need my Alpha.” I nip his bottom lip, letting him feel the swell of my desire, and I yank at his hair. “Give me all you’ve got.”
His primal need flares within me. The devotion is replaced with hunger, and he yanks my tank top down, sliding my breasts from the confines of my bra.
“Honeybee. You can’t handle all of me.”
“Maybe you can’t handle me then.” I lunge forward, aiming straight for his neck. The second his skin touches my lips, I sink my teeth in.
He roars, all control snapping.
“I’m going to devour you.” Cujo’s eyes darken, and he attacks, nipping at my breasts, torturing them until he pulls a nipple into his mouth.
Each tug makes me wetter.
“Too much fucking clothing, honeybee.” He lays me over the handlebars, then drags my pants down toward my knees. “Stay still like a good girl.”
He bends forward, pressing his nose to my panty-clad center, inhaling deeply. Hot breath fans my flames, and I moan.
“Don’t need these.” He rips them away, his hands becoming claws. Then he slides his fingers through the sloppy mess at my core. Each touch bumps my sensitive clit, and I pant, trying to stay still on this precarious motorcycle.
“Yes. Yes.” My hips long to move, to rock against him and chase the orgasm, but I can’t. The danger sends a thrill through me.
“Need to taste you,” he grumbles, rolling my clit between his fingers faster and faster. Every touch brings me closer to the edge. But my pants keep my legs trapped, a problem even our size difference can’t handle. “You’re a fucking goddess, laid out on this bike for me. But fuck, I want more.”
I cry out in protest when his fingers disappear, but seconds later, I find myself lying on my belly over the seat of the motorcycle.
“Don’t touch the pipes, they’re hot,” he warns, dropping to his knees behind me. My jeans are pulled as low as possible without removing my boots, and then his heated breath fans over my open pussy.
“Please,” I whine, spreading my thighs as far as they’ll go.
“Careful, omega. I’ll take care of you.” Raw, primal lust sizzles through the bond, and he plunges his tongue deep into my overheated center. Cujo guzzles down my juices, then switches it up, circling my clit until I’m moaning and crying out loud enough to wake the devil.
“So close. Almost there, honeybee. Call my name when you come.” In one swift move, Cujo leaps to his feet and rubs his massive erection between my folds, coating himself in slick, then thrusts in to the hilt. His piercings massage my inner walls, and I detonate.
“Cujo,” I shriek as our bodies slap together. Pleasure swamps me, and my pussy stretches to accommodate his girth.
“No. Dean. Call me Dean when you’re on my cock.
” He drives in, deeper than ever. It’s heaven, and my eyes roll back in my head as I cry out with each thrust. My orgasm never ends, growing more intense with every press of his hips.
Reaching around, his fingers slide between my wet folds until they find my clit.
The slapping of our bodies and cries of satisfaction are eaten by the forest surrounding us, and I let loose.
“Knot me. Please. I need it.” My back arches, and his other hand finds my nipple, lifting me higher and spearing me deeper.
“Then take it, omega. Milk me with that perfect pussy as I breed you.” With a snap of his hips, Cujo’s knot pops inside, and I detonate. My legs shake, and I scream out into the abyss, howling my pleasure for all to hear.
“Dean.” His knot swells, growing fatter with every shift of his hips, and I can’t stop coming as it takes all my sanity.
I’ve never been used this hard, but all I know is I want it over and over and over again.
Nothing has ever felt this good before. With a violent roar, we lock into place, and Cujo comes deep within me, sending jet after jet of cum deep into my womb.
He hauls me against him, lips finding my bond mark with deep sucking pulls as he ruts into me.
The world becomes a fog of joy and claiming, our hearts pounding in time.
Ecstasy and love collide. My legs turn to jelly.
And out here—knotted over this slab of steel and chrome—I find I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.