Chapter 31 Bonnie
Bonnie
“Well, it’s been two months. I have to say, I’m impressed with their commitment.”
I cast Meg a black glare.
“You know, if you just do a mental mind jump and picture the future murder victim as a bouquet of flowers, this could be courting.”
Meg and I snap our heads to Desi; he’s leaning on the rail, chewing a long piece of grass. He’s even got a cowboy hat on.
Meg knocks it off his head. “Stop wearing that stupid thing.”
He turns a grin on her. “Feeling feisty, Omega?”
Meg scowls, her eyes glitter, and her cheeks turn ruddy. “I’m feeling killy.”
“So not a word.”
“Nah, it’s a whole state of being.”
Desi lets out a guttural groan. “You’re so damn sexy when you’re killing things, babe.”
Meg advances on Desi, who lets out a whoop and runs away. My best friend chases him, just like we all knew she would. Their mixed scents give me a slight headache, but it’s not too bad out here.
I didn’t kill their gift here. He’ll go home and get very, very sick suddenly from ingesting a plant that’s incredibly toxic and acts very fast after a delay of about twenty-four hours or longer.
Vale saunters over and leans against the rail next to me. He can’t hide the look of disappointment and confusion from his eyes. I want to laugh at him. Did he really think I would fall in a puddle of joy at the sight of them?
“How was your trip?” He asks, his eyes search mine. My heart flutters, but I don’t let anything show on my face. Not the nerves, not the happy bounce of my soul, not how hard the last two months have been.
“Uneventful,” I say dryly.
“Hmm.”
He peers at me, obviously trying to pry apart my brain and figure me out, but he’s not got a hope in hell. I am a vault.
“We’ve been trying to contact you, but you seem to have a steel fortitude around you. There’s no penetrating it.”
“My family loves me.”
Vale reaches out and touches my little finger, just one stroke of his skin on mine, and I’m almost lost. How is their touch so potent?
“Yeah, we can hear that loud and clear. But we still tried. Your dad has decided we don’t need to come out here anymore.”
“He’s probably right. We don’t really have anything else to say to each other.” There’s a tremor in my voice when I say that, and I know he catches it.
“Don’t we?”
I turn my head and stare at him. “Not really, no. I’m not sure why you four are back out here so far from your city home.”
“Don’t you?” he says again, and this time, he smiles like he knows something I don’t.
I let out a frustrated noise. “Don’t play these games with me, Vale. I’m tired, and I need to get home and unpack still.”
“Fine, let’s stop all the games. We want you.”
I bark out a laugh before I can stop myself. “For a night?”
“For forever.”
That stops me dead, melting my brain for a few seconds.
“You said-”
“I know exactly what I said. All of it; we don’t need to repeat it. We were wrong; I was wrong. We are your alphas, and you are our omega. And I’m not letting you go.”
I shake my head. “Sadly, that ship has sailed.”
“No, it hasn’t,” Vale grinds out. “I refuse to believe that.”
I wave as my latest campers get into cars and drive away.
“Well, believe whatever you want. But the facts are, you can’t make me be yours anymore than I could have made you mine back then.”
Vale lets out a frustrated growl that has my pulse accelerating and slick pooling between my legs.
I stand up and walk away from him, only to find my way blocked by Cyn.
I huff and stare up at him.
“What do you want, Cyn?”
“I missed you.”
“Did you really?” I snap defensively.
“Of course. I thought we were close after the last trip. Friends. More.”
Friends.
More.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Meg and Desi watching us. They aren’t interfering, but I think these guys won my best friends over.
“You were my client. I was your guide. It wasn’t friendship; it was a job.”
Cyn flinches as if I've struck him, and I feel a moment of deep regret.
My stomach churns, and I put a hand to my lower abdomen. Confusion morphs into absolute mortification.
My heat’s coming. I reach my hand up and feel the suppressant patch on my upper arm, just to make sure it’s there.
It is.
Fuck.
I need to get everyone out of here. I need to get out of here.
“Hey!” I call out to Meg. “Tater tots.”
“What?” Cyn says, confused.
But Meg isn’t confused. Her expression tightens, and she whispers in Desi’s ear and starts getting people moving. Tater tots became my heat code word when we noticed that every time I get my heat, I crave tater tots before. It’s a giveaway signal to the rest of the family.
“What’s tater tots mean, Bonnie?” Cyn says, following me.
I ignore him, running up the three stairs to the cabin and pushing inside. The door slams shut, and I turn to find Rory leaning against it.
“Going somewhere?”
I snatch up my emergency pack with everything I need, grab my phone, and fire off the tater tots message to the rest of the family. I have a very small window to get everything ready before I start hailing every alpha this side of the globe for hanky panky.
“Omega!” Rory thunders. “What is tater tots?”
His question stops me dead. For one second, I waver, but imagining them leaving after my heat finishes just about brings me to my knees.
“It’s none of your business,” I say tersely.
“Everything about your life is my business.”
I turn a furious glare on him. “Nothing about me or my life is your business, Rory Aster. You made that clear.”
“When you were an innocent little girl, barely eighteen, wearing white and frills, and looking at us with love and hearts in your eyes. We would have eaten you for breakfast, and you would have been miserable.”
“So, what’s changed? Nothing! I’m still-”
“You are nothing like how you used to be. You’re not innocent; you can hold your ground.
Our foul personalities won’t ruin you; our dominant and aggressive tendencies won’t frighten you.
You can handle us now, hell, I’m fairly certain you might be the most perfect match for us in the history of matches! ”
“You don’t know that it would have broken me back then!” I shout back.
He lunges, and I find myself flying through the air and dropped onto the bed.
My legs are forced open as he settles between them and sucks hard on my neck.
It all happens so quickly I don’t have a chance to even think before he’s pulling back, leaving a throbbing ache on my neck and between my legs.
My mind whirls, trying desperately to remember what we were talking about.
His scent wraps around mine, becoming an intoxicating blend.
Rory smiles as he peels off my suppressant patch and holds it in his fingers for a second before he flings it across the room.
“That’s it,” Rory growls, deep and dark. “I’ve had enough.”
My stomach flips as his eyes lower to my lips before casually coming back up to my eyes. He does look like he’s had enough, like he’s on the edge.
He slides his hand up under my shirt, grips my nipple, and twists it hard.
I cry out from the unexpected and erotic pleasure that lances through me.
My underwear was soaked before, but now I’m scared there might end up being a puddle on the damn bed.
My scent gets stronger in the air, thick and potent, revealing every damn meaning behind codeword Tater tots.
He leans down and rubs his face over my breasts. The material pulls up a bit, revealing my stomach. The air is scorching; I am on fire. I clutch at the mattress so I don’t clutch at him and give in to this need.
“Imagine this,” Rory whispers, lifting his head to watch me, “your first heat, and you have to deal with a feral Cyn, who fucks your mouth mercilessly; Dakota, who will leave bruises all over your body. Vale, who will call you his slut and whore. And me, I’ll fuck you up, push you past the bounds of anything you thought you’d ever agree to do.
And you’ll do it because you’ll want what I can give you so much.
You’ll crawl on your knees, Omega, to me, only to me. ”
Air whooshes in and out of my lungs, but I can’t seem to get enough oxygen. The small cabin is too small. My mouth waters, I want Cyn fucking my mouth. I want Dakota’s bruises. Oh, god, I want to hear Vale call me his whore. I writhe under Rory, closing my mouth tight so I don’t beg him.
His hand splays over my sternum, feeling the frantic fluttering of my heart. Rory pulls my top up and kisses the spot.
“Your heart’s racing, Bonnie. Do you think you, that innocent version of you, could have withstood us? Do you think you could have handled me spitting Cyn’s cum into your mouth while Vale fucks your ass raw?”
An explosion of air escapes as I clench my thighs together, squirming under him.
I hate him because he’s right. They would have shattered me. I would have been terrified and horrified by them. I wanted roses, sonnets, and romance.
But these alphas are far too intense for that. They would give me their fury, obsession, and violence. Start fights and go to war for me; they’d work with me, demanding more from me. They’d hide the bodies and set the world on fire.
They would have given me nightmares.
But understanding isn’t forgiving.
And it's not trust either.
I push at him, but he just moves back, shoves up my top, and grabs the skin over my ribs with his teeth before leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down to the waistband of my pants. I moan and grip his hair, holding him still, wanting so badly to pull him to me and push his face between my thighs.
My control wobbles.
He licks up and off to the side, and I jerk, twisting, but he ignores me and just drags his teeth over my skin. I break out in goosebumps. Have I thought of this? Only a million times, now that it’s happening, I know I didn’t even come close to imagining the real thing.
“Rory, we can’t-”
“Can’t?” he says with a dark grin and slides up, laying that delicious weight of his body over mine. “Pretty sure we can,” he murmurs and touches his lips to my jaw before biting lightly.
My eyes roll, and a groan escapes. I freaking love his teeth.
“Shouldn’t,” I whisper, my fingers clawing into his back, pulling him down, even as I arch up. His teeth bite into my earlobe, and I let out a whine.
“Shouldn’t is a stupid word. We should do what feels good.”
“We can’t,” I mutter, but I’ve lost my will.
“You’re in heat, Omega. I’m not leaving you to hurt. You can hate me tomorrow.”
“And if I say no?” I ask with a moan.
“You won’t say no. You’ll say, ‘please, Alpha, more’,” he whispers into my ear. “I told you you’d beg.”
“Committing crimes so early in our relationship?” I say breathlessly.
He slams my wrists above my head and holds them with one hand, the pain of his fingers hurts so good.
Without taking his eyes from mine, he grinds his jean-covered cock against my pussy.
The two layers of material I’m wearing are two layers too much.
I bite my lower lip, muffling the sound that comes out.
“Spoils of war,” Rory teases. “Besides, I think we’ve committed worse crimes.”
I clamp my lips together, refusing to answer his probing question.
“Tell me no. Tell me to stop,” he says roughly. “It will all end. I promise. I will stand up and walk away from you and leave you here, with this ache, this need.”
I open my mouth, but the knowledge of what’s waiting for me, an agonizing week of running through the forest, hungry, sore, injured. Crying, screaming, aching for something that never eases, and the temptation of my alphas, mine, right here, is too much for me to refuse.
“You’ll stay for the whole heat?” I whisper and hate the thick thread of vulnerability in my voice.
“They’d need five armies to tear me away,” Rory breathes against my lips. “No one will get close to you but us, and we’ll make it so good.”
One word, and I will lose myself in them.
One word, and nothing will be the same.
Say no. Tell them no.
“Stay,” I say.
Rory closes the distance, and the world falls away.
All that remains is the throbbing red of the heat and the scent of a mountain creek, cold, fresh, and earthy.
He rolls us, and I end up grinding hard against his cock, almost blind.
One word shattered my alpha’s control. I like seeing him like this. Maybe I can make him beg, too.
“Rory, we’re moving.”
Dakota’s words break through the heat. Before I can do something, I’m pulled off Rory. Dakota picks up my pack and guides me out of the door.
“Your timing sucks,” Rory growls.
“So does yours,” he snaps at Rory. “Now, Omega.”
I spring into movement, my legs guiding me in the direction that will take me to my heat grounds.
The alphas follow, a wall of strength and protection. I’m a little afraid, a little thrilled, but I’m fading as my heat intensifies.