Chapter 42 Bonnie
Bonnie
Everything is all very…cozy. For four days, we exist in this house they bought, fucking, arguing over who will do the dishes, and just talking. I keep thinking I’m going to get bored of them or annoyed with them, but it doesn’t happen. They dote on me. They worship me in their own way.
I don’t trust it, and I don’t trust them, but I don’t have much of a choice anymore. I’ve got bonds. I swore I would never have bonds, and look at me now.
The worst part is when I fall into these daydreams. It’s easy enough to do.
I’m standing there watching one of them, and then the next thing I know, I’m caught in a swoony day dream that has my slick flowing and all of them staring at me like I’m a smorgasbord.
I don’t even know how it happens, but I end up with a ball of warm, happy arousal in my gut and this playful, psychotic giggle on my lips.
It's disgraceful.
The one thing I have not shared with them is that I’ve found all their little stashes of weapons all over the house. I decided to add to them and added first-aid kits and water-purifying tablets, along with some survivor cord and a firestarter.
I strip naked and pull on the black lace teddy I bought. I ordered it weeks ago; it was for me. But the thought of them seeing me like this makes it much more exciting.
The door opens.
“What are you…?”
Rory wheezes.
“That is not fair.”
I turn so he can see me properly. He bites his lower lip and looks up and down my body.
“Not fair?” I ask sweetly.
“Bonnie, not fair at all.” He comes into the room and shuts and locks the door. “For them.”
He strips out of his clothes and grabs my waist as I back away from him.
I’m caught by massive hands as he shoves me onto the bed and crawls between my legs.
He nips my hip as he uses those big palms of his to push my thighs open as wide as they can go.
He buries his face in the thin barrier covering my cunt and inhales.
“I’m going to die happy,” he says and licks the material.
I arch, grabbing the pillows and squeezing them hard in my fists. “Rory-”
“Shh, you just lay back and let me lick you clean.”
I whine as he licks the material again. He trails his nose up and then sucks on my clit, flicking his tongue over it.
“Alpha,” I moan, but I’m starting to fall headfirst into the stage where I become an absolute slave for my alphas.
“Oh, you look absolutely perfect like this. My little whore, spread out like a banquet and soaking just how I like.”
God, his filthy fucking words are doing almost as much as his tongue is. I grip his hair and pull.
“I’m not your whore.”
He crawls up my body, pinning me with his heavy weight, and shoves his fingers under the lace, driving them deep into my cunt.
“Aren’t you?” he murmurs and ducks down, placing a kiss on my sternum before seizing a satin strap with his teeth and pulling. “Then why are you moaning and fucking my fingers?”
I hiss and yank his hair. “Maybe you are my whore. Vale will be so mad at you,” I tease, but a thrill of excitement flutters through me and seeps into the bonds.
“I am. Gladly. Happily. I’ll make you feel good, you can pay me in slick.”
My groan sounds slutty even to me. “Rory!” I protest.
“Bonnie,” he moans back and bites the tip of my nipple.
I shouldn’t love it, but I do. I shove my breast up into his mouth and whine as he starts biting all around.
“I love that you love to be hurt, pretty omega. Everyone thinks you are this perfect little darling, and you’re my beautiful, on-your-knees-begging, -on-my-cock killer. So fucking hot, Bonnie.”
His fingers pull out of my pussy, and his dick starts pressing in, but it feels weird. With clarity, I realise he’s fucking the lace into me.
“You’ll ruin it,” I protest.
“I’ll buy you another hundred. Just so I can do this to every one of them. Oh, God, you feel so good. I want to ruin you. I want to make it so everyone else knows I’ve ruined you.”
The material pulls tighter and tighter, and then it suddenly tears, and he’s buried so deep in me that I howl at the sudden feel.
“Alpha!”
He bites my lower lip and growls as he pushes up on his forearms, looking between us, watching where his cock buries itself into my body.
The door bursts open, and Vale growls, but Rory is unrepentant and just speeds up his thrusts, growling at our alphas in warning.
My eyes roll as I lift my legs to wrap around his hips, pulling myself up to meet his punishing thrusts.
“Fine,” Vale says.
I hear a zip, and then he’s behind Rory, who hisses, but Vale ignores him.
“Fuck off, Vale.”
“Nope. Your alpha pussy is going to take my fingers so well,” he says mockingly.
Rory snaps his teeth but drops his head to my shoulder, groaning. His cock twitches inside me, and a little bit of the haze has vanished as I watch with curiosity, trying to figure out what’s going on.
Vale grips Rory’s nape and stares down at me. “You look gorgeous, Bonnie. I’d like to see you wear that again for all of us to appreciate.”
I whimper, suddenly realising that Vale is buried in Rory’s ass, while he’s buried in my cunt.
“Are you ready?”
I have no idea, but I’m game. “Yes.”
“Good, when the boys come over, be a good omega, and open your mouth.”
He pulls back, dragging Rory with him, then surges in hard. The bed groans under our combined weight and slams into the wall.
Rory squeaks. I moan, my eyes rolling. Clawing at the quilt cover beneath me.
“Do that again, Vale, and I’ll…” Rory snarls.
“You’ll what? Whine and spread those cheeks and say ‘please, Alpha, give me some more?’” Vale teases.
Rory snarls.
“You love it when I make you mine.”
“You don’t have to be so rough.”
“That’s the only way you like it,” Vale whispers and starts fucking us both like he’s trying to break us. I lose track of everything, all I can do is hang on and feel every single inch of the alpha cock that has me impaled.
Kota climbs up on the bed near my head, his huge, veiny cock aimed straight at my face. “Open up, Omega.”
My mouth waters, and I turn my head, opening my mouth. He slides his cock over my lips and then into my mouth before pulling out. His salty flavour invades my senses. He pushes back in again.
I’m a sweating, throbbing hot mess, but Vale keeps fucking us through orgasms, and Rory stays hard even after he comes. He bites my shoulder, begging and threatening Vale, who just laughs and continues.
I pant and let out a high-pitched whine.
Kota teases me with his cock, getting himself close before pulling back, stroking my hair and murmuring to me, before pushing his cock back in again.
I forget my name and everything that was important. All that exists is this moment and us.
Kota suddenly pulls out and starts stroking his cock in hard, jerking movements.
“Open your mouth, Omega.”
I open up and watch as he sprays his cum into my mouth. I swallow as he gasps and growls.
Vale snarls, and Rory screams as his cock gets impossibly hard, his knot swelling up. I scream as I’m knotted, and my body explodes into an unexpected but knee-buckling orgasm.
Rory and I are rolled to the side, and Vale slaps his ass, sending shivers ricocheting through our bodies.
“Good boy.”
Rory snarls and snaps his teeth, but Vale just laughs as he walks out of the room. Kota watches him, then kisses me hard and follows him.
“I can’t help but feel your plan backfired, Rory.”
Rory whimpers and sucks hard on my neck, leaving a hickey before he pulls out. I wince and lie there, unable to move as cum leaks out of me.
Movement draws my eye, and I half sit up, only to lay back as Cyn crawls up the bed and lies between my legs.
“Let me clean you up, baby.”
My eyes go wide as he lowers his face to my cunt. I writhe and twist as he gets closer. He licks my clit, and I almost convulse, but then his tongue probes down and deep into me.
“Are you sore?” he murmurs.
“A bit, but I’m okay if you want to-”
“No, not while you’re sore,” Cyn murmurs and gently laps at me.
I shake and shiver in his arms, and when I break again, it’s his name on my lips. He crawls up my body and tucks me in his arms, ignoring the hard length of him digging into my ass.
“Let me take care of you,” Cyn whispers and kisses my head. “You amaze me every day.”
I roll in his arms. “Mum wants us to go to dinner tonight. I was going to go on my own, but…would you come with me?”
Cyn’s eyes glitter. “I would love to.”
The tension between my family and the alphas goes up to almost explosive levels before Dad opens his arms and hugs Kota.
He smiles over my dad’s shoulder at me. “Your dad loves me,” he mouths.
I glare at him as Dad calls my alphas away, and they all go do alpha bonding crap. It’s ridiculous and annoying, and even more so that it makes me so happy.
Pix sits on the stairs and watches me glower after them. When I turn to him, I push my alphas out of mind.
“You’re pale, what’s wrong with you?”
Pix glowers at me. “None of your business.”
We both suddenly grin.
“Shall we go find some food?” I ask.
Pix inclines his head and yanks his T-shirt off, sauntering towards the kitchen and where the delicious smells are coming from.
Meg bursts into the house and rushes towards me, grabbing my arm. Her nails are painted purple and blue, and they bite into my skin. I look down at them before I look into her eyes. In them, I can see panic. Pure and unfiltered panic.
I have never, ever seen her look like this.
“If you love me at all, you won’t ask the question I know you are about to ask. You will just make an excuse and come with me.”
“Pix, I’ll catch up. I need to take a piss,” I say easily without looking away from Meg.
“Darlin’, I don’t give a shit about your piss motions. I’m going to get food,” Pix grumbles.
I follow Meg out of the house and down the street where she hands me a black envelope, exactly the same as the last thirty I’ve received.
“Where did this come from?” I ask sharply.
“Come with me, open it, read it, and you better fucking fix this, Bonnie, or I swear to God, I will destroy everything you care about.”
I glance at her sharply. The urge to rise up and slam that threat back down her throat pushes me, but I make it subside. She’s scared, which means something's wrong.
I open the envelope while we are walking and see the familiar script written in silver paint.
Serial killer Vengeance,
Our seven-year game is at an end. I have won. I know you now, Bonnie Sanderson. I see you, and now you will come to me.
Just in case you thought it was a good idea to try to evade this meeting of titans, you should know I have captured a pitiful friend of yours. He cries far too easily. I will enjoy breaking him.
Come to where we first met.
Signed,
Marrow
I’ve stopped walking, but Meg throws keys at me that I catch out of midair. She glares at me from red-rimmed eyes.
“Where is he?”
I stare at her because I don’t know. I just don’t know.
“WHERE IS HE?” she screams. “Think, damn you!”
“Let me think!” I snap at her.
She points at her car. “Get in and drive. I’m coming with you.”
“Meg?”
She lets out a shrill sound. “I can feel his pain. Just please, find him.”
“He says he knows me,” I say out loud.
Meg stares at me bleakly. “Please, Bonnie.”
“He says he knows me,” I whisper. “There’s only one place he could have met me.”
I get behind the wheel, Meg in the passenger seat. She reaches over, grabs my phone, and throws it out the window.
I study her. “Do we have weapons?”
She lifts up a bag.
“Okay, Meg, you and me. Let's get Desi back.”
She lets out a sob but puts her hand over mine and squeezes.