Chapter 24 Bonnie #2
I’m not sure why I do what he says, but I sleep dreamlessly and better than I have in a long time.
I wake up with a start. I did not do that. Tell me I didn’t do that? There are legs and arms over me, and I can’t even cope with how little self-control I had last night.
Yes, brilliant, best orgasms of my life, but in the light of day?
What the hell was I thinking? Again. I sit up, shoving legs and arms off me.
The storm’s stopped, the wind and rain is gone, and the sun is shining.
That’s good news because I’m not sure I could take a day in a tent with them. Or another night.
“Come back to-”
“Not another word, Cyn.” I growl at him.
He blinks at me, and his eyes darken with anger. “Back to this again, are we?”
“It was a mistake.”
“Yeah, multiple times?”
I snarl at him. “We are not doing this. This is an adventure tour, and it’s my responsibility and my job.”
Cyn sits up and suddenly rolls me onto my stomach and flattens himself against me. His hard cock presses into the groove of my ass.
I struggle, but he just lays heavier on me.
“You might not want to admit this, but you still feel something, and we’re not giving up. So stop making blanket promises we both know you are going to break.”
He grips my hands and rolls his body, sliding his cock harder until my underwear, that someone had put back on me while I was sleeping, rides up my ass crack, and his dick slides between my cheeks.
He rolls again, his fingers tighten on my hands. I stare at them. They are so much larger than mine. Stronger.
Everything in me wants to give in to this alpha.
He drops his mouth to my shoulder and bites.
My legs widen, and he reaches down, sliding my underwear to the side. In the next moment, he’s pressed against my entrance, huge and thick.
I should tell him no.
I don’t want this to stop.
He pushes in an inch.
There is no part of me that thinks this is a bad idea. It feels right.
“Where is she? I’m going to fucking kill her!” Rojer snarls.
Cyn pulls out of me, and, in one quick move, I’m covered with a sleeping bag, while Rory steps out of the tent that is suddenly and violently filled with furious and aggressive alphas.
I let my forehead drop to the tent floor.
I just did it again.
They are my absolute weakness. My pussy is still throbbing, tightening on the spot where Cyn was. Desperately wishing he could fill me up and stop the ache.
Kota passes me my clothes. I pull them on, then my boots and socks, and rush out of the tent before I can fall into anymore temptations.
The sky is blue, the wind is brisk but gentle, and everything is calm.
Looks like luck is on my side. To our right, exactly in the spot I said that we shouldn’t camp, is a massive fallen tree.
“Wow,” Kota murmurs and springs up on it, walking its trunk like a tight rope. That tree would have killed all of us if we’d camped there.
Luck is absolutely on my side.
I turn back towards my campers.
Or is it? I try not to feel bitter, but these alphas are like a cloud of doom on this trip.
Nathan is scowling, Rojer is pacing furiously, and Kevin is pale. He turns and vomits green bile and sits there shivering miserably.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I ask urgently. This is serious.
“There are centipedes in our tent,” Kevin says flatly. His hand is swollen, and the more I look at them, the more bites I see.
“Quincy, Kendall, and Julian, I need you to get a fire going. We need to get them warm and wash their wounds.”
“How? Everything is wet?” Quincy asks.
“That kindling I’ve had everyone collecting? Use that. And check under the trees, see if you can find something dry.”
I roll my lips and look down at the ground, thinking carefully about what to do.
“Did you leave your tent open yesterday?” I ask carefully.
Nathan looks up. “Well, yes.”
“I’ve told you not to leave your tents open.”
He scowls.
“Okay, let’s have a look.”
The three of them are wet and miserable. They have bites all over them, and they are clearly sick.
“Were you out here all night?”
“Only for the last hour or so,” Nathan mutters.
“Why didn’t you wake anyone?” I ask and turn to the tent. My memory recalls them yelling, and Rory snarling at them. Oh. Well, it’s kind of funny.
I duck my head in the tent and feel the blood drain from my face. I step back and clear my throat.
“We may have to burn it.”
My joke doesn’t go over well. They all start yelling at me, which alerts the betas up and brings the Prince pack even closer.
Justin walks past me to the tent and smiles, his whole aura is one of peace and calm.
It’s one of those smiles someone gets when they see a child or a kitten or a puppy. Not a bug.
He lets out a sigh that has me losing interest in everyone but him.
“They are simply beautiful,” he croons and reaches out to stroke one.
He carefully maneuvers into the tent.
“Hello, my little darlings.”
And now I know why he wanted to come on the adventure.
“Justin, are you a person who likes bugs?” I ask as I crouch to watch him carefully exploring the tent and infestation.
“No. I am a myriapodophile. I like centipedes, millipedes, and such. The name myria meaning countless and podo meaning feet. They are my life’s work,” he murmurs and gently picks one up.
“I’ve never seen one of these before. Oh, I’m going to have to document this for our club. The guys will never believe it.”
It’s like all his birthdays have come at once.
“That is spectacular. Can you tell us about them? I’ve never had anyone with information join my adventure before, and I’d love to learn. But first, quick question, will Rojer, Nathan, and Kevin die?”
He stares at me from the tent infested with centipedes as if he can’t believe his ears.
“You aren’t mocking me?”
“Not at all,” I say seriously. “I’d love for you to teach me about them.”
He smiles, and I think it’s the first genuine smile I’ve seen from him.
“They will live, it will just hurt like hell,” Justin says with a wide smile.
“Holy fucking hell, I want off of this ride,” Kevin says in a shaky voice.
I ignore him. The sun is shining, I got orgasms last night, and Justin is smiling. What a fucking beautiful day.