Chapter Sixty-Six
Willow
Is he saying no? Again?
A whine builds in my throat, clawing from deep within my chest. Though rejection wants to slice through me, Cujo’s bond, shining with love and devotion, stops the sting.
Heat burns under my skin, threatening to pull me into the haze once more.
“Bite,” I insist, my words failing me. My belly cramps hard, and I double over, gasping for air. Knot. Knot. Knot. I need my Alphas, and the time for talk is dwindling. But if Lincoln doesn’t want me, then he shouldn’t be here.
Feeling my emotions, Cujo turns and smacks Lincoln upside the head.
“Are you really going to hesitate a second time? She’s about to kick you out.
Stupid fucker.” Yes. Violence. Slick slides from my core onto my new and improved nest, and need builds within me.
Bringing my fingers to where it aches, I rub my own clit, but it’s not enough. Not what I really desire.
“Omega. You look so pretty playing with that pussy. Can I help you?” Cujo’s voice seems so far away, but his worried tone has my brow wrinkling. Why is he asking? We’re bonded.
“Alpha.” I hold my hand out to him, and he clambers inside, all his muscles and tattoos ready to take care of me. “Knot?”
He cups my face in his palm, bringing his lips to mine in a feral dance of tongues that only serves to heighten my desire. But he doesn’t play around for long, knowing just how badly I need what only he can give me.
“Omega, present,” Cujo barks, and my body automatically drops to the mattress.
Flipping onto my belly, I raise my ass in the air and press my head to the soft blue sheets.
The sweet scent of caramel apple, mixed with rough leather and whiskey, drives my instincts wild, hazing my mind.
My nipples pucker, my pussy weeps, and I spread my legs as far apart as I can, inviting him to take me quickly, roughly.
“So fucking perfect for me,” he growls, and the bed dips as he gets into position.
Warm hands rub my back. Knowing how needy I am, Cujo doesn’t make me wait.
His cock slips through my folds, every piercing sending shivers up my spine.
A desperate wail leaves my lips, and I rock back and forth seeking friction.
Once coated in my slick, he slams in rough and hard, taking me just the way I need it.
My mate sets a brutal pace, his big hands holding my hips and keeping me steady as he pounds into me.
Every thrust makes me see sparks, his piercings light up every nerve within me, and pleasure builds quickly, making me breathless.
Having my Alpha here, I surrender to my instincts, letting the heat take me.
“Your pussy was made for me. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.
Come deep inside your womb. Plant my babies in you.
My beautiful, perfect honeybee.” The wet slap of our bodies echoes around the room as Cujo spews every word I’ve ever wanted to hear.
His praise hits me right in the soul, mending a piece of me I didn’t even know was broken.
True to his word, my Alpha builds a punishing rhythm, rutting me like a feral beast. Slamming harder and harder, sending waves of electricity through me. His knot swells just outside my entrance, and he teases me with it until I am wild with desire.
“Knot, Alpha. Knot,” I demand, and he must obey. With a final thrust, he pushes it deep within me, the stretch setting off fireworks through my brain. My body convulses, and his knot expands, sending me even higher.
I’m nearly boneless with ecstasy, and then his body comes down, caging me in and calming every instinct within me.
My Alpha’s mouth finds his bond marks, and he sucks until my pussy spasms. With one final thrust, he locks deep inside.
Pussy stretched to bursting, I see stars.
My heart thunders as orgasm after orgasm ripples through me, and I clamp down, locking us in place.
Cujo comes with a roar that shakes the rafters, his hot seed searing my insides and bringing contentment.
Fucked. Knotted. Bred.
My instincts calm. We’re finally safe, exactly where we’re supposed to be. There’s just one thing missing…