Chapter 24 Bonnie
Bonnie
The rain is pelting down, beating like drums on the side of the tent, and I know it’s cold, but I’m burning up.
Massive winds buffet the canvas like a slap from a giant.
The wind howls through the trees, creating this whistling scream as it slams through.
The trees groan their protests of the abuse.
Lightning flashes, illuminating the inside of the tent.
I count the seconds, and when I get to ten, the rolling roar of thunder slams into the world.
I wriggle and then stop, afraid I might wake them. My head is resting on Cyn’s arm, but if I don’t get some layers off, I might go insane. I start trying to wiggle up and out of the sleeping bag, but it’s impossibly tight.
Why is he so big?
He rolls into me and presses his lips to my neck. I break out in goosebumps. Wind slams into the tent again, harder and more violently than before, making me jump nearly out of my skin.
“Cyn,” I hiss.
He moans and then sucks hard. It’s like lightning through my body; I forget about everything else but him.
How close he is, that massive thigh that moves between my legs, his arm sliding over my side around to my back and pulling me closer to him.
The weather is far away, anything could happen, but I don’t think I can stop him. I don’t think I want to stop him.
Sweat runs down my nape.
“Cyn!” I hiss again.
He jerks awake. “What’s wrong?”
Lightning flashes, and for a second, I can see him perfectly, he’s looking at me, but he feels deadly. Dangerous. There’s a knife in his hand, and then it’s dark. It doesn’t bother me at all. It should, but I have no self-preservation around these alphas.
“Undo the sleeping bag, please.” I’m almost crying. Thunder roars, and it’s closer this time, louder. My ears ache.
He peels it open, and I half sit up; the bitterly cold air is such a relief. After turning the lamp on, Cyn reaches out and hands me his drink bottle. I take it gratefully.
“What were you a furnace in another life?” I grumble.
“I can’t help that I’m so hot it radiates off me.” He’s so close he can hear me through the rain and wind. So close that if I turn my head, my lips will brush against his cheek.
I roll my eyes and lie back down. Once again, he shoves his arm under my head and lies on his side, staring at me. The world is going to hell outside, but this alpha is looking at me like I’m all he can see.
I’m still too hot.
“This is not an invitation,” I warn him, my heart beats hard in my chest. My mouth goes dry. You are playing with fire, Bonnie. Oh, but I do love to burn.
“Got it.”
I shimmy out of my shorts and then pull my top off.
“Well, this development is absolutely fucking awesome,” he says in my ear when I lay back down.
I growl at him but relax in his arms, closing my eyes. “Oh, this feels good.”
Cyn doesn’t say anything; the lantern clicks off, plunging us back into the dark. He just reaches out and starts tracing patterns over my skin lightly. I shudder and stare at where I know his face is. In the dark, if I leaned forward and kissed him, would it count?
Lightning flashes, and all I can see is a ravenous look on his face. It’s instant arousal, painfully hungry want just from a look on his face. Thunder booms, and he rolls towards me; for a second, all I can feel is his body, his hard, very hard, cock pressed to my hip, a brand, a temptation.
“What are you thinking?” Cyn whispers, and I wonder if he can read my mind.
“I was thinking about the storm.”
Cyn chuckles. “Liar,” he says.
Cyn’s finger traces down my side and over my panties.
“I see Vale gave these back,” Cyn murmurs.
“It’s not right, stealing someone’s undies.”
“We’re not good guys, we’re alphas,” Cyn purrs and touches the skin just below my belly button. I quiver, sucking in air and trying not to choke on it.
“What are you doing, Cyn?” I whisper.
“I’m going to make you feel good,” he murmurs and tracks down. He gets to my underwear again and traces the band lightly before he drives his fingers underneath it and slides down to where I am already soaking.
“Cyn,” I breathe his name. “We shouldn’t-”
“Don’t make a sound, Bonnie. I don’t want to have to go out in the rain and kill anyone tonight.”
I shudder as his fingers glide over me and between my legs. For a moment, he just cups me, and then he presses.
It’s like the dam bursts; every feeling and reaction I was trying to hold at bay goes out the window. Lightning and thunder, rain and wind, it’s all gone.
He leans forward, so I can feel his breath on my cheek. I’d simply have to turn my head towards him. Just bridge the gap. Do it!
My toes curl, and I grab his arm, holding him to me.
“That’s it, my sweet, gorgeous omega. Spread your legs and let me make you feel good.”
Somehow, without me consciously deciding, I obey him, giving him more room. A finger slides through my slick and deep into me.
I claw at him, my head falling back on his arm. He follows me down, his mouth finding my jaw and leaving scorching kisses up to my lips.
Cyn kisses like he’s making a promise. He’s confident and intense, focused only on me. Demanding an answer. It’s the kind of kiss that shakes your foundations and ruins you. The kind of kiss that gives you a vision of a perfect future.
His fingers trace my clit, sending sparks of delicious feeling lancing up into my lower abdomen. My muscles clench and tighten as I try my best not to moan.
Cyn doesn’t rush things; he takes his time, learning my body, stroking me everywhere until he’s made a mental map of how to bring me down to my knees.
He nips my chin, and that just heightens everything.
“Ready?” he murmurs.
“For what?”
“Do not scream. Remember what I said.”
“I won’t,” I pant, I’d promise anything as long as he continues.
Three fingers plunge into me while his thumb circles my clit, hard enough for me to see fireworks behind my closed eyelids.
A massive hand slides over my thigh and draws it up and away so I’m spread open. It’s only then that I realise that there are three hands on my body.
I snap my head in Kota’s direction and squeak when his mouth presses into mine. The world turns violet white as lightning illuminates the world, and all I can see is Kota’s intense, hungry gaze staring at me as his tongue pushes into my mouth.
He squeezes and kneads the flesh of my thigh, holding me wide open, while Cyn plunges his fingers in and out of me, fucking me with them, curling them and hitting the exact right spot. I grip his wrist, holding on tight.
The wind screams, and the tent flaps wildly. I hear the betas cry out, but I don’t care.
I whimper, but the sound is stolen into Kota’s mouth.
Cyn speeds up his movements and growls. My body is so tight, but that sound sends me over. My hips thrust up, hitting his hand, impaling myself on his fingers, and I detonate; my body tightens around him, every muscle locked.
Thunder cracks down, chased by lightning. The wind and the rain bellows. It’s a roaring, screaming, frantic world.
I throw my head back, rolling it, my teeth clenched together to make sure that not a single sound comes out. Kota kisses down my jaw, scraping his teeth over my skin.
Cyn presses his face against my head, that delicious growl coming out in a low, threatening sound that has me soaking everything in my slick.
My body relaxes, and I catch my breath, my chest heaving, but then I feel someone move in the dark.
My panties are pulled off, Cyn’s hand is removed forcefully from me, thrown away, and a hot mouth replaces it. I’m too sensitive. I arch up, scrambling to get away, but the arms lock under my thighs and drag me back to his mouth.
It’s Rory. I know it’s him, though I don’t know how I know. I can’t see anything, and it could be Vale, but it doesn’t feel like Vale.
I grip his hair, writhing and hissing between my teeth, drawing air deep into my oxygen-starved body.
The world comes alive with the sound of thunder, and lightning is the light show that illuminates the starved expressions of my alphas as they loom over me. I writhe, I fight, I give in. In this storm, in this moment, I surrender. My fingers find his hair, and I pull him to me, holding him there.
I come again.
And again.
I am like the storm, I can’t stop. As powerful as the lightning, he demands, and I give. He is the thunder, and I am helpless but to follow his call.
He is relentless.
Thunder cracks overhead so loud the storm must be right above us. I scream, my body arching off the sleeping bag. Kota has his hand on my breast, thumbing my nipple, Rory’s teeth scrape over my clit, and Cyn has his lips pressed to my ear, whispering words I can no longer understand.
A tree cracks, and I hear the tremendous boom as it falls.
“Please, Rory, please, stop,” I sob, my whole body is a twitching mess. I didn’t even know I could come like that. He laps up my release, his fingers holding me still, but still, his tongue dives into me.
I’m almost sobbing when Vale comes to my rescue and drags him off me. I lay back as Cyn strokes my cheek with fingers that smell of me.
No one speaks.
I have just one thought.
They’ve ruined me. Nothing will ever compare to them.
Damn it.
The storm rages outside, but I don’t even care.
Screams wake me sometime in the dark.
“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. Get it off!”
The wind steals the rest of the words.
“OH, SHIT! IT BITES!”
I try to sit up, but Cyn just pulls me back down to his chest. “Go back to sleep, Bonnie.”
“No, I-”
“Sleep, Omega,” he murmurs. I lay back in his arms, too exhausted and tired to do anything.
They will live, there’s nothing out there that can kill them. The rain is a distant drumming, pulling me back under. The thunder and lightning are fading.
Someone unzips the tent and lets out a savage growl.
Everything gets quiet after that.
“What did you do?” I whisper in Cyn’s ear.
He just kisses me and urges me to lay my head back down on his shoulder.
“Go to sleep.”