Chapter Sixty-Eight
Cujo
“Fuck yeah, honeybee. That’s it. Strangle my cock.
” Willow’s heat has been going on for days.
How many, I’m not sure. Exhausted, depleted, but I’ve never been happier.
Our time together has been fulfilling. I haven’t spent a heat with an omega before, but I’m so fucking glad that I waited until her.
Her body rocks between ours as we take turns filling her.
Thrust, retreat, thrust, repeat. Her hoarse, blissful cries are music to my ears.
Sweat drips down my face as I fight to keep from coming too soon.
Gy angles her so he can get deeper into her ass, forcing her clit to bump against my knot with each undulation.
“Squirt for us, baby girl. Soak Cujo, then we’ll both knot you.” Her perfume bursts. No matter how many times we’ve done this, every orgasm, every sweet noise, every time we become one is a gift. And I’ll do anything to keep our pack safe.
Willow arches her back, and I manage to duck my head, sucking her rosy nipple into my mouth. I flick the tight bead with my tongue, then use my teeth to scrape against it, giving her the little bites she loves so much.
That’s it. Her body shakes, and a gush of slick soaks us. Gy thrusts his hand between her legs, gathering copious amounts of the succulent liquid, using it to lubricate his dick, before pressing forward.
I do the same, allowing the thick muscle of my knot to breach her entrance. My abs contract, and her pussy clamps down, sucking me deep inside. Electricity zips up my spine, and I give in, finding my release.
Waves of pleasure swamp my body, and Willow comes over and over, crying out our names and babbling nonsensically. It’s impossibly tight with both of us within her, but utterly perfect nonetheless.
Sweat breaks across her skin, then the internal furnace of her body cools around me.
Her heat has broken.
Satiated and happy, her eyes roll back, and our omega goes limp.
“I think it’s over,” Gy whispers, holding her tightly between us. As if our bodies know we’re no longer needed, my knot deflates faster than ever, popping free. Gy’s does the same, allowing our combined juices to pool on the mattress below.
“Agreed. Best who-knows-how-many days of our lives.” Working together, we slowly lower Willow to the mattress. Every muscle in my body twitches from exhaustion, but once she’s lying comfortably, I get something to clean her up.
After twisting the taps, I wait for the water to warm. I let the liquid run over a washcloth before wringing it out. My eyes fall on my reflection, the raised nail marks and spots where my honeybee sunk her teeth in. Gonna need some more ink—keep that bite permanently etched on my body.
Whistling to myself, I head back in, unsurprised to find Gy passed out beside our girl. Making quick work of it, I clean off my sweet omega to the best of my abilities, then toss the used rag over Gy’s junk. No need to see that for a bit.
As tired as I am, my body is crying out for hydration, and I need to check in with the Hounds. Creeping silently, on tiptoes, I leave them snoozing, making sure not to let a single floorboard squeak.
As soon as I clear the doorway, I walk faster, heading for the dingy kitchen that’s not fit for my omega. When we get back to Texas, the first thing I’m going to do is hire a designer and create the perfect hive for my honeybee, complete with the grandest safe-room nest the world has ever seen.
The refrigerator rattles when I pull it open, but I ignore it and take a Gatorade.
Quickly, I snap open the top and chug it as fast as I can, then down half of another before closing the door.
A protein bar on the countertop snags my attention, and I put down my drink and tear the wrapper before taking a bite.
Too sweet, and yet somehow tasting of chalky sawdust, I nearly gag. Fucking pissy agents. First, the orange Gatorade, when I know I specifically asked for red. Now this trash.
Dick punches for Calloway when I see him.
Shaking my head, I reach for my phone, glad to see that, at some point, I remembered to charge it. Pushing the power button, I start it up, the cool metal ominous in my hand.
It takes a moment, but then the screen lights up—and just keeps flashing. The current date startles me. We’ve been lost to her heat for nearly a whole week.
When I lift it to my face, it recognizes me and comes to life, messages populating the screen. Using my finger, I scroll between the random spam notifications before finding the important stuff: texts from Fen and Cerberus.
My thumb hovers over Cerberus’s name before moving to Fen’s.
While Cerberus may be my president, Fenrir is the one I tasked with finding Beatdown.
Taking that fucker down is at the top of my priorities list now that Willow’s heat’s broken.
I won’t be able to rest until I know he’ll never get near her again.
Clicking his name, I open the message.
Fen
Found him. Sending collectors.
Are you still busy fucking? Damn omegas are needy.
The package has been secured.
The package is en route. Why aren’t you answering? There’s still time to answer texts, you giant loser.
The package has arrived. If you don’t tell me what to do with it, I’m going to figure something out for myself.
Hello??? I swear no more candy for you after this.
I’ll keep him on ice for you. Answer when you can.
Holy shit. Excitement races through my veins as I type out a reply.
Me
I could fucking kiss you.
Fen
Not with where that mouth has been. VILE.
Me
How’s the package? Still on ice?
Fen
Waiting in the dungeon. Ready for your skills.
Me
We need to get Willow out of here…
Fen
Hound extraction or air extraction?
And this is why he’s my best friend—other than Willow, of course—Fen just gets me.
I ponder his question for a moment, my fingers rubbing the rough stubble along my chin.
I don’t know if Willow likes flying, and I want to ensure she’s comfortable on the way home.
Her body’s been through so much between Beatdown, the fire, and now her heat.
Rage festers in my gut, but there’s nothing I can do about it here. My fist tightens around my phone, but before I do something rash like throw it, the pitter-patter of soft feet reaches my ear.
Quickly, I flick over to the message from Cerberus, scanning it quickly.
It does nothing for my anger. Our president explains that Pup was called away with a “family emergency” and didn’t know he was supposed to stay with our ol’ lady.
For now, the Hounds have voted on giving him the benefit of the doubt.
We’ll see about that shit when I return.
The footsteps inch closer.
“Hello, honeybee,” I croon as her naked form appears. “What are you doing awake so soon?”
She crosses to me, and I reach out, pulling her to my side, pressing the back of my hand to her forehead to make sure she’s still cool to the touch.
“I’m just sick of being here. I want to go home. Or to Lincoln’s house, I guess.” Willow’s nose wrinkles, a tendril of sadness seeping down the bond. All the moving around has left our omega without a safe space. A problem I plan to fix immediately.
“Do you want to fly there or take a van?” I ask, might as well let her choose.
Willow buries her face into my side, taking deep hits of my scent, and I run my fingers over her soft hair.
My inner Alpha prods me to action, and I grab my open Gatorade, bringing it to her mouth.
“Take small sips, sweet omega. You’re likely dehydrated and depleted. ”
“And dirty,” she agrees, allowing me to tip the bottle so she can drink. After a few gulps, she licks her lips. “I would prefer driving, if that’s okay. I’ve never been a big fan of planes. It’s okay if we need to…”
“Van it is,” I cut in, not letting her talk herself out of what she wants.
“But, do you think the agents will let us leave?” She nuzzles in closer, and I press a kiss to the top of her head before flicking off a message to Fen about her preference.
“They couldn’t stop us if they wanted to.” Because there’s nothing I won’t do. A rough purr rumbles from my chest, and her anxiety calms.
“Dean?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” I tuck her tighter against me, scent-marking her, even though she already smells like me.
“I love you. I know I didn’t say it before. But I really, really do.” My heart lights up, a smile growing along my face. Although I’ve felt her love through the bond, hearing the words is an entirely different level of happiness.
“I love you with everything I am, Willow.” Bending down, I capture her lips with mine. Even after a solid week of fucking, my cock comes to life. “You’re my world.”
With a squeal, she leaps into my arms. After dropping my phone on the counter, I hoist her into the air. Our tongues tangle, dancing together in a frenzy of passion and lust.
And there’s nothing that matters more.