Chapter 20 Bonnie
Bonnie
Iam really not sure what has possessed me and why I can’t seem to stop flirting with this pack. My pack. They are moving around me with increasing protectiveness now. Everywhere I look, I can see one of them out of the corner of my eye. It should be annoying at best, creepy at worst.
Why do I find it so endearing?
They almost killed me! It doesn’t matter how many times I have repeated that bit of information to myself, I just can’t quite hold on to the anger. My underwear disappeared yesterday morning, but I saw Vale with his hands in his pockets, and I have a feeling he’s got them.
I should be horrified.
Instead, it’s got me all hot and bothered and wanting to go hump a damn tree to get some relief.
“As you can see, we’re heading up now, but from here on out, the views get truly spectacular.”
At least the betas are listening to me. I have one set of alphas that are intent on driving me insane while the other looks like they can’t wait to get back to camp, and it will be a race to see who can get their lawyer on the line the fastest.
I can see the charges against me now.
“What are you thinking about?”
I let out a shrill sound that was a shriek that I managed to smother. I whirl and smack Kota in the chest.
“Don’t sneak up on me.”
“I can’t help it, I’m stealthy like a cat.”
I roll my eyes. “You caught me at a distracted moment.”
“Oh, what was distracting you?”
“Lawsuits.”
His expression drops. “I thought maybe it was me and my big dick.”
My eyes drop down before I can make myself stop. “Is it that big? Didn’t look that impressive to me.”
Kota laughs, long and hard, and I realise just how fucked I am. He’s beautiful.
“You need a better look, love.” He leans in. “Or a feel.”
“Can I? Can I, really? Stay here, I’ll go get my binoculars.”
He chortles and shoves me up against a boulder. I can see everyone ahead of us on the trail. They just need to look back, and they’ll see me bent over with Kota pressed up against me. My pussy clenches, and my scent gets sweeter.
“Pay attention; I’d hate to have to repeat the lesson,” he growls, and I have to bite my lower lip not to whine.
I gasp, struggling, but he slams his hips against mine and grinds.
“Oh, God!”
He leans over me, “Exactly.” He slides his hands up the backs of my thighs, clenches my ass cheeks hard, and grabs my hair, yanking my head up. “I’ll be your god. I’ll be a very generous god to you, Bonnie. You can call my name, and I will rain down those pussy flutters.”
He thrusts and grinds hard. God, I love hard. Give me all the hard.
“Are you a nice omega or a dirty one?”
I shudder.
“Scratch that,” he breathes heavily in my ear.
“You’ll let me eat you out, wouldn’t you, Bonnie?
Sit on my face while I drown in your slick?
Prepare your ass for Rory? Would you scream?
Whine for me? Those cute little adorable sounds that make my cock twitch?
Would you call my name and beg me for more?
Would you crawl for me, omega? On your knees, would you wrap those pretty pink lips around my cock and let me fill you up with my cum? ”
I whimper into my fist, unable to stop myself from thrusting back into him, wishing we weren’t wearing clothes.
He thrusts and grinds. The huge ridge of his cock hits all the right spots.
I slide my hand down and rub my clit on the outside of my shorts.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans into my ear. “Just like that.”
He grips my hips with both hands and thrusts against me hard before circling his hips.
I pant, wishing I had more self-restraint, then I wish I was alone with him so I could get on my knees and taste him. I’ve imagined it so many times over the years.
“You’re my favourite fantasy,” I hiss before I can stop myself.
He leans closer. “Am I? How does reality measure up?” He pulls back, and his hand presses against me hard. I bite my wrist, tossing my head back as I grind into his fingers, chasing this elusive as fuck orgasm.
“I want to be inside you,” he says in the most guttural and raw voice I’ve ever heard. “More than I want anything.”
It sends me over the edge. I lower my forehead to the boulder and shudder through it, trying to stay silent as he continues to rub me through my pants.
He pulls back and takes a few steps away. I push up and whirl, looking at him in shock. I can’t believe we just did that here while I’m leading this trip. I have khaki fucking shorts on that are now soaked in slick!
“Dakota!” I say, absolutely appalled.
“Don’t you dare say you're sorry, or I’ll push you down in the dirt and do it again!” he snarls.
“What if I say no?”
“You can, but you won’t,” he says confidently, “because you have been wanting this as much as we have. If you could strip me down and take my knot right here, you would.”
I growl at him, hating that he’s right.
He just shrugs and grins. “I’m not going to be sorry, Bonnie. I want you. There’s no chance I’m going to play fair.”
“I’m not a disposable fuck friend to amuse you.”
He grips my hair, tugging me up close to him and tilting my head back so he can lay his mouth on the spot where my scent gland is. He licks and sucks on the spot until my legs are liquid.
“I don’t want you to amuse me. I want to make you feel good. It’s bizarre, I know, but I find that I’m desperate for you. Disposing of you is the last thing on my mind. If you're not careful, you will find yourself tied up in my sex dungeon.”
“You have a sex dungeon?” I moan.
“Not yet, but you inspire me.”
With that, the asshole walks away whistling. I pretend not to notice him lifting his fingers to his nose and sniffing.
I lean against the boulder and close my eyes. My body is tingling; that wasn’t enough, not by half. I’ve had a taste, and now I want more. Fuck, I need to find a stream and wash my shorts. I scramble off the path to where I know there’s a water source.
As I’m scrubbing in the frigid cold water, I ponder the situation. I’m not sure what to make of them or what to do about them, but he’s not wrong. I do want to be tied up in that dungeon. The truth is, I want them, and not for one fuck.
I want to keep them for as long as I can, enjoying the banter and sex.
Enjoying? What is wrong with me?
I catch up with the group and notice that no one seems to have noticed that I was missing apart from Cyn, Vale, and Rory.
Cyn walks beside me while Rory stirs up Kevin.
“What are your families like?” I say before I can ask him to soothe the ache Kota has created.
Cyn blinks at me and looks away.
“You don’t have to tell me,” I mutter, regretting opening my mouth. Why on Earth would he want to share anything with me?
“No, it’s just that none of us have great families.”
“Really? I find that hard to believe.”
“No, it’s true. Kota’s an overachiever and needs to go out and make sure he goes above and beyond because his parents spent his whole life telling him he’s not enough. So everything he does is done with 100% of him.”
My gaze snags on Dakota. He’s smiling and looks happy, a gorgeous alpha with so much to offer the world. He would have been enough for me.
“Vale’s parents were absent. He was raised by tutors and nannies. Ended up in boarding school for a couple of years until he got kicked out, and we found him. Thus his need to control everything.”
“I don’t know what to say. I’m surprised none of the-”
I shut my mouth, but it’s too late.
“Bonnie Sanderson, have you been checking us out online?”
I shake my head vehemently. “No.”
“Liar,” he whispers, and that intimate whisper almost undoes me. I reach out, my fingers curling around his top, right above his hips. We stare at each other for a long moment. I think he sees all the broken and bruised parts of me.
“What about Rory?”
“Rory has his own scars, deeper than others. His parents used to fight, and his dad would really hurt his mother and him.”
My chest clenches. “It’s a good thing he’s dead, then.” I remember the funeral notice in the newspaper. Everyone said he was a good alpha. Of course, they lied.
Cyn flashes me a smile. “Yes, it is.”
“And you?”
Cyn sighs heavily. “Would you believe me if I told you I had the perfect childhood, and I am absolutely functional and normal?”
“No.”
He grunts. “You wound me.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Kids can be cruel.”
It takes me a moment to realise he’s telling me what I want to hear.
“I was not how I look now. Honestly, I was pale and sickly. I was small for my age, and my parents were too busy jet-setting to new places to notice that I needed them. I was bullied pretty badly throughout school. Vale is the one who became my protector, and Rory and Kota got me into shape and made sure I started eating enough.”
“Cyn…”
His hand brushes against mine. “We weren’t good alphas back then. We were hot messes, and we were so angry with the world, with our lot in life. It didn’t seem fair that this was what we had to live with. You wouldn’t have liked us.”
“How has anything changed?” I ask.
Cyn grins. “Power, confidence, skills.”
“If you start telling me about any of the omega’s you fucked, I will-” I cut off abruptly, but Cyn is shaking his head, and his fingers clamp around my wrist.
“I’m not going to talk about anyone else with you, Bonnie, because no one else matters. There is only you.”
I glance down at our hands. “You can’t say things like that.”
“I can if I mean them.”
I don’t trust him. I can’t, and I won’t believe him.
I pull my hand free, and I think it physically hurts me to have his fingers fall off my wrist.
“So, you all found each other and?”
“Saved each other, Bonnie. We saved each other. It was us against the world; we weren’t ever going to let anyone else in.”
“What’s changed?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“You did.”
I whip my head around to face him. “I’m the same person.”
“No, you aren’t. You are more, so much more. We were a wave, and you would have just floated away in us. Now, you are the Earth itself. We can throw ourselves at you, but you won’t break.”
I inhale deeply, drawing his scent into my lungs.
“You all think too much of me.”
“No, we don’t,” Cyn says softly as we join the rest of the group.
His fingers curl around mine, a connection hidden and vulnerable.
My stomach twists in knots, all my fears rise to the surface but are drowned by how much I want this alpha.
Not just sex, but I want him to want me, I want him to love me.
I glance at him, startled, and find him staring at me with complete confidence and calm.
My heart pounds as I realise how much danger I am in.
“I’m not giving up,” he says low under his breath.
And I believe him. Oh, god, I believe what he’s saying.
I want to deny everything, protest that he’s wrong. That I’m still just as breakable as I was, but I think that’s a lie. I have only one weakness.
The Prince pack.
They are one of the few things in this world that would be able to break me back to zero. Who could destroy me. This time, I’m not going to let them hurt me.
Yet, I can’t stay away from them. My willpower is eroding and disappearing. When Cyn reaches out, brushing his fingers along my cheek, so gentle I could weep, I feel my will crumble.
He holds my hands as we turn to look at the view. I don’t even try to get free of him.
I’m falling in deep with this pack.
Against every single reason in the world why I shouldn’t.