Chapter 32 Cyn
Cyn
Bonnie’s heat scent makes my mouth water. It’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever smelled. I hoist my pack higher and increase my pace when she starts jogging. We’ve been walking for hours, and it’s nearing night. I want to stop her, but she suddenly plunges down the path to the river.
We move faster and faster, and when we get to the river, she doesn’t stop; she just flies out into it, disappearing under the water.
“Fuck!” I hiss.
Vale is right behind her. Kota follows, then Rory and I. She drags herself out of the water and sets off jogging, not even checking to make sure we’re okay. No, she knows we’re fine. Even if we weren’t, we’d still follow.
“Bonnie, you’re going to need to drink something!”
She whirls, sticks her finger up at me, spins around, and keeps running. I let out a bark of laughter and put on speed, struggling to catch up to her.
She’s fast, but so am I.
“Don’t go too far,” Vale snaps.
“Omega, slow down.”
She ignores me.
I put on another burst of speed and catch her pack, dragging her back. She whirls and hits low, kicking one of my legs out from under me.
I tumble hard, but I’m scared I’ll hurt her, so I let go of her pack and crash to the ground.
“You little minx,” I hiss when I sit up and find she’s still running. Kota’s on her heels now, though, and he won’t be so easily tricked. I roll to my feet and race after her.
We run into the dark until she gets to a clearing and stops. She drops her pack, her chest heavy, sweat glittering on her skin in the moonlight.
Her scent is so strong that I’m almost in a rut. It’s hard to think, to do anything but feel.
Kota approaches, and she whirls. At first, I think they’re about to kiss, but then she starts punching.
She doesn’t pull them either, and Kota moves with deadly grace, answering her attacks with defensive blocks, watching her, assessing her.
I know the minute he’s going to move. I can feel his absolute readiness.
He pounces, and she goes down under him. She screams and fights, refusing to give in until he bites her jaw. I’m close enough to see her eyes turn black and her body relax.
“We have you, Omega, you don’t have to do this alone anymore.”
She lays there perfectly still, not reacting, and then, like a switch has been flicked, she turns languid, arching up into him, purring a sound that is a siren’s call if ever I heard one.
“Are you ready to crawl yet, Bonnie?” Rory says as he crouches.
She turns her head and hisses at him.
He laughs and grabs her hair, pulling it until her head is twisted and her eyes are on him. “I hope you remember what I said.”
“I remember everything. You promised you’d make me crawl.”
Goading Rory is never a good idea, but goading him while he’s like this is the worst idea in the history of ideas.
Rory pulls out his flick knife and holds it out. She stares at him, unperturbed. He reaches out and, in a couple of quick moves, removes all her clothing. They lay in shreds around her, like an angel who’s dropped all her feathers. She looks like one with the moonlight bathing her.
Kota turns her over and sets her on her hands and knees. I get a look at a glistening pink pussy, and my mouth waters. My cock has never been this hard, and I’ve never had my knot rise this early in response to anyone.
Dakota stands up, while Rory strips out of his clothing. Rory lays down.
“Sit on his face.”
“No,” she hisses.
Kota slaps her ass hard enough to make her squeal.
“Sit on his face. He’s been dying to get another taste of your pretty cunt, and he’s been such a good boy.”
She snarls, but then she focuses on Rory and straddles him, lowering herself to him. He grips her hips and drags her down, fusing his mouth to her pussy.
Bonnie turns into something else. A siren. A phantom. A mirage. She tosses her hair back, and the moon illuminates her skin, her nipples pebbled and hard, the glowing column of her throat, and her profile all create this vision that I know will live in my memory from now until forever.
The sound she makes is pure porn. I strip out of my clothes.
“Rory promised you’d fuck my filthy mouth, Cyn,” she taunts as she runs her hands up her body and grips her breasts.
I let out a growl and fist my cock. Pre-cum dribbles out the tip, and I stroke it down my skin, coating my rigid cock. If she’s going to suck me, then I want her to taste all of me.
“Did he now?” I approach and stand in front of her. “You are a vision.”
She preens and arches her back so her breasts stick out. “I need your cock, Alpha.”
“Oh, you’re going to get it,” I murmur and reach out, cupping her cheek. I press my thumb into her mouth and watch in growing, possessive obsession as she suckles.
I spear one hand through her hair and pull her head back so she’s looking up at me. She whines, her hips moving in a frantic pace as she fucks Rory’s face.
“Open your mouth,” I growl.
She clamps her mouth shut. I let out a growl and reach out, squeezing her cheeks until she opens her mouth. Only then do I shove my cock between her lips.
Her tongue flicks out, hot and soft. I grab my cock again and coat her lips in pre-cum until they are glossy and as shiny as her eyes.
“Open your filthy mouth, Omega, and let me fuck it.”
She laughs, but it ends up a moan as Rory does something that has her melting for him.
Her teeth part; she stares up at me, not breaking eye contact, moaning around my cock. The vibrations and the heat send me to a place I've never been. I grit my teeth and freeze, not moving even an inch. She grips her breasts and squeezes her nipples, her tongue laves around the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I can’t hang on. I promise it will be better next time.”
I grip her head and shove my cock down into her throat. She relaxes, her eyes staring up at me as I pull back. She gasps, and I thrust back in. Holding her nose buried against my groin, I bite my lower lip and resist the urge to howl.
With a groan, I pull her off, then drag her back. Faster and faster. She coughs, and her eyes run. Her nose gets snotty. She’s my perfect fucking mess, creaming on our alpha’s face, taking all my inches like she’s been doing it forever.
“You’re damned perfect,” I hiss. “There’s no one else on the planet. Just you. So fucking lovely. My omega, can you feel how much I want you?”
She comes on Rory’s face. I know because she screams around my cock, and that sends me over the edge.
My knot brushes against her lips, and she takes it into her mouth, pulling against my hold, trying to take more.
I slam into her, shooting cum down her throat, my toes curling, my back tingles, and all my muscles strain to keep me upright as I lose my freaking mind.
She drags her teeth over my cock as I pull away, and I love it so much I almost thrust back into her mouth. A strand of saliva connects us from her lips to the tip of my cock before it breaks and lands across her breasts.
Rory taps her leg, but she doesn’t move, just keeps grinding. He laughs, but Kota lifts her up and pulls her to him, slapping her ass hard.
“You’re being a vixen,” he growls.
She mewls and pushes up against him, and I realise with a little bit of both pride and worry that Bonnie is now so deep in her heat that she’s all instinct.
Kota grabs one of her breasts, then leans down and sucks hard. For a minute, I think he’s going to bond her, but he doesn’t, just leaves a dark bruise on her pale flesh.
“This is mine,” he growls.
She whimpers and holds his head to her as he sucks hard on her neck.
“And this is mine.”
He lifts her in his arms and lowers her to the ground.
I watch with a rock-hard cock as he strokes her everywhere, leaving bruises and marks before he fucks her hard and fast. He’s almost animalistic.
The fury of their coupling and the sound of their flesh hitting each other crackles around the clearing, and then he knots her, and she screams.
She doesn’t hold it in.
The sound is so painfully perfect that I find myself needing to sit down. Kota slows his rocking movements and kisses her softly.
“Are you all right?”
She purrs and pulls him down, burying her face in his neck.
“Wow,” I murmur. “I understand now.”
Vale stands beside me, watching them, but also everything around us. I think even if we were in a bank vault, he’d still be watching and protecting her.
Kota murmurs to her, a private conversation none of us are privy to. I get up and wander off, scouting the area, and find exactly what Bonnie had to have known was here. There’s a pool of clean water, a sandy beach, a rocky outcrop, and a spot with a place for a fire.
I go and grab wood and start building a fire and getting water boiling.
I collect our packs, check in my bag and find I’ve brought a lot of shitty foods, nothing suitable for an omega, but I do find a block of chocolate I threw in.
Dakota has a light blanket, and Rory brought a torch and soap.
Vale’s pack has the jack pot. He’s got soup and electrolyte drinks.
I hesitate on opening Bonnie’s, but when I do, I’m surprised.
I sit back on my heels, staring at the soft material.
There are protein bars, but most of what she packed were blankets. Except at the bottom, I find a T-shirt that I haven’t been able to find for months. I finger it and smile, then I grab the clothing my alphas wore and add it to her nesting pile.
Vale carries her back. She’s sleeping, but she’s restless, and I can almost feel her pain. He sees the material and lays her down, folding her over so he’s leaning on her legs, and sinks into her.
She squeals as she wakes up, but he is relentless.
“Don’t fight it, little omega. We both know how badly you want my cock again. You’ve soaked your legs. You’re my little whore omega, aren’t you?”
Her eyes open, and, for a moment, I think there’s clarity, amusement, and desire, but then she’s gone, moaning and clawing at him.