Chapter 3
Preston
Hailey’s scent filled my nose, all strawberries and cream and blisteringly sweet arousal. There was no part of me that didn’t notice how badly she wanted this right now, and goddamn, it was hot as hell.
My cock strained behind my zipper, aching for some attention, and I only wished that I had longer than I did. I needed plenty of time with this omega to savor her.
Stupid reality ruining things again.
Teasing her, I bit down on Hailey’s nipple through the slip of a dress she wore. The damn thing hardly counted as clothing, and as much as I loved the look of it on her, my possessive instincts were pissed that any other alpha might get a look at her perfect ass.
Hailey arched against me, thrusting her breast forward. The material of her clothing dragged across my skin, rough and scratchy. I relished it, squeezing her wrist over her head as I nibbled on that little bud. My other hand snuck between her legs, finding the fabric of her panties so wet for me.
“Oh God…oh, oh, oh…” Hailey trembled, her body pinned against the wall by mine now and her leg raised, brushing my leg and then my hip as she gave me better access. Tugging her soaked panties to the side, I slid a finger over her seam, my mind spinning as I smoothed her slick across her skin.
“Damn, gorgeous. Is this really all for me?” I couldn’t help but smile, leaning back to look at her face and enjoy how worked up she was.
Hailey panted with her eyes closed so tightly. She rocked her hips against my fingers, her pussy warm and wet around them as I began to slide two inside her. My dick jerked again, and I could hardly think straight.
Everything about her was so amazing, pulling me in like a damn tractor beam. I was helpless to resist her, and I really didn’t want to try, as much as I knew I should.
Releasing her wrist, I reached for my zipper, pulling it down in a hurry and freeing my aching cock. Hailey’s arms wrapped around my neck as I leaned in, dusting her collarbone with kisses and playful bites, my fingers still pumping in her pussy to warm her up for me.
Her walls squeezed around them, a tiny burst of pleasure compared to what I was about to give her, what I needed to give her.
I didn’t know what it was, but ever since the moment I saw her, I had to be next to this woman. She was…the damn sun, and I was pulled into her orbit.
A delightful squeak left Hailey as I pulled my fingers free so that I could position my cock, covering my skin with her slick. Her lidded eyes met mine, and I paused, smirking at Hailey as she narrowed her eyes.
“I haven’t heard it yet, gorgeous. Say it. Say those pretty words for me.”
She chewed on her lip with a grin, then a ragged breath left her as I held my fingers in front of my mouth, sneaking a taste of her that I would keep with me forever.
“I’m all fucking yours, Preston. Please, please, fuck me. Knot me. Now.”
Growling low, everything in me surged, and I drove my cock inside her tight pussy up to my knot, groaning and utterly falling apart at the perfect feeling of her taking me. It was beyond good, beyond sexy or thrilling.
Feeling Hailey wrapped around me was everything—and I never wanted it to end.
The pace was hard and quick, a desperation in me that I’d never felt before. Hailey dug her nails into my shoulders, reaching my skin even through my shirt, her breathy moans whispered into my ears for only me to hear.
The fabric of our clothes rubbed against me, and I wished I could tear it all away, but I remembered where we were, despite everything else.
And there was something so wonderfully naughty about fucking her like this, panties pulled to the side, my cock jutting out through my downed zipper, her dress around her waist.
It was wrong, I knew that well enough, but this felt so damn right, so good, that I didn’t really give a fuck.
Thrusting into her, need gripped me—to claim her, to cover her in my scent, to take her with me somewhere—making it impossible to think. All I could do was ram harder and harder, until I grabbed hold of her thighs, pulling them over my hips so that I could bury my knot in her slippery pussy.
“Ugh! Yes!” Hailey bounced with my thrusts, taking my knot like she was positively made for it. “Oh, God, Preston…I’m so close—mmphf!”
I felt her come on me, her walls fluttering, and my own release barreled forward, my knot booming with each beat of my pulse, eager to empty into her.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, and as the euphoria rushed forward, my orgasm taking hold, I felt her teeth in my skin the same exact moment that I bit down on her neck.
Overwhelming sensation powered through me, a connection to her that flared bright and made the pleasure so intense it ached—in the best possible way.
She was mine, all fucking mine, and I was hers.
The bliss slowly faded as my cock twitched inside her, the last of my release drawn out of me, and all I could hear was our ragged breathing as we stood there in the alley, against a wall, entwined in each other.
And then I realized what I’d done, what we’d done.
Shit.
In a split second, the entire world had shifted on its axis, and now I was utterly lost.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I just…What the hell did I just do? How did I allow myself to do that?!
Could I admit the truth to her?
I mean, I had to. Didn’t I?
Her arms were draped over my neck, her forehead pressed against my throat, her legs wrapped around me, her pussy still fluttering around my knot.
She was mine—forever.
Bonding was permanent.
We were both still coming down from our collective high, and the reality of the situation hadn't hit her yet. At least, that's what I assumed, given that she was still all soft and pliable in my arms. The alley wall had to be digging into her back painfully, but she didn't seem to care.
“I…I need to go,” I stammered.
She lifted her head, her face adorably confused. “Well, I don’t think you’re going anywhere for a few minutes,” she muttered sleepily. “Plus, we kind of bonded, you know? We should probably go back to my place and talk about all this.”
“I can’t stay.”
“Your boss will understand. Bonding leave is a thing for a reason,” she said, frowning. The post-orgasm haze was fading, and the sweet omega was probably starting to realize she had just accidentally tied herself to a total stranger.
Double shit.
She thought I was a regular firefighter. Who could blame her? I stank like smoke, and I was at a typical bar in civvies. There was no reason to think otherwise.
“I’m not a regular firefighter,” I said through gritted teeth.
“What do you mean?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“I’m from…Camp Bower.”
The omega went from soft and pliable to stiff and panicked as soon as my words sank in, her eyes widening as she leaned back into the wall.
“You’re from Camp Convict?” she asked in a strangled voice.
Camp Convict. It was an apt name, given that, technically, I was incarcerated.
“Yeah.” I nodded, my chest doing something I wasn’t used to or particularly a fan of. “I slipped out for the night, and now… Fuck, I need to get back.”
Her mouth dropped open farther. All she did was gape at me.
It was getting late, and I didn't have time to help her understand what was happening. If I didn't get back to the camp soon, the staff would notice my absence.
The reality of the situation had made my knot deflate somewhat, so as gently as I could, I pulled myself free, feeling like a monster when I saw her slight wince of pain. Feeling just peachy about all of this, in fact.
Her legs shook as I placed her on the ground. Her dress was still bunched up around her waist, and she righted herself, her eyes not focusing as she moved through the motions of putting everything back in order.
“I'm sorry. I will find a way to explain all this to you, but I just can't right now,” I told her, zipping my jeans.
I already knew I was the worst kind of monster, the lowest of the low, for leaving her like this, but I had no choice. If I didn't get back immediately, everything would be that much worse, any chance of seeing her again and actually explaining this shattered.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a rush before turning and dashing out of the alley, praying no one could see me.
My chest burned with the intensity of the new bond. I could feel the omega even as I hurried away from her. Newly bonded mates were meant to stay together, and instead, I was abandoning her.
There wasn't a word for the type of asshole I was.
Rushing back to the camp, I paused only when I reached the fence line. The guards would be watching, and I needed to ensure I snuck back in when they were distracted by their typical duties, scanning other parts of the perimeter.
As I ducked under the fence, I pulled out my contraband phone, dialing the number I’d memorized ages ago.
My contact picked up on the first ring. “Did you manage to get the information?” he asked, not bothering with a greeting.
“No…I…Fuck.” In the chaos of everything that happened, I’d forgotten why I was even supposed to be in that damn bar in the first place.
He paused for a second before speaking, my tone clearly setting off some alarms. “Are you okay?”
“Physically…yes. Actually pretty damn spectacular,” I admitted with a pant as I ran carefully toward the secure cabin, my cock still humming from being buried in the most perfect creature on the planet. “But I…I fucked up. I fucked up real bad.”