Saint huffed a breath and rubbed his face to wipe away the rain. He glanced up at the boathouse roof, then took a step closer to me. I took a step back, not sure what he was going to do, and felt a pinch of regret and frustration from him. He leaned closer and grabbed my upper arm, then dragged me out of the open and under the roof, standing against the side of the van.
“Neither of us asked for this or expected it,” he started, not making me feel better at all. “But it happened, and here we are.” I didn’t like the emotions I could feel through our bond at all. He was very much on edge, way more than he looked from the outside. When thunder rumbled again, that tension spiked. “We don’t really have a choice about whether we walk away from this right now,” he said, wiping rain from his face again. His hand was shaking.
“We’re trapped together,” I said, heart breaking. “I somehow trapped you into a bond that you don’t want.”
“No, that’s not it at all,” Saint said, annoyance cutting through his edginess. He turned me so that my back was against the side of the van and closed his massive hands around my upper arms. “We’ve bonded. That’s a fact. There’s no point in going back and dissecting how it happened.”
He said that, but my mind immediately zipped back to that moment. I’d been riding him like I would score bonus points for tearing a hole in my gut so he could fill it with his cum. My womb was definitely on board with the whole thing and had opened wide, swallowing him tightly. I’d been a maniac as pleasure turned me inside out, and it had felt so good. I could have continued pumping him and milking every last drop from him for hours and been insanely happy.
A deep growl from Saint snapped me out of the memory. I blinked and found him studying me like I was a dessert he wasplotting how to eat. He’d been making me feel desirable all day, since my heat had started, but the look he was giving me now was beyond that, even. I could feel his lust infusing me, feel just how horny he was for me.
“The bond,” I gasped, understanding why I was losing my mind with the need to mate.
Thunder boomed again, but this time, I barely felt any fear or anxiety from Saint at all. I felt nothing but hard, hot lust as he tipped into a wave of rut.
He pulled me away from the van, ripped my soaked robe from my body, then spun me around and slammed me back into the van facing it. He then dropped to his knees behind me, shoved my feet apart almost to the point where I couldn’t balance, grabbed my asscheeks to pry them apart, then buried his face against my wet, gaping hole.
I howled with pleasure loud enough to rival the intensifying storm as his tongue thrust into me. I had nothing to hold onto and could only press my fingertips into the cold side of the van as he licked and slurped and plunged, eating me out like no one ever had before. I started coming at once, my thin cum splattering against the side of the van along with the rain. I didn’t stop, either. Even after my balls ran out of cum, the jolting, throbbing squeeze of continuous orgasms kept going in time to Saint’s licks and thrusts.
I cried out again when he pulled away, missing the pleasure he gave me instantly. That bereft feeling only lasted a second as he lifted me clean off my feet. The loss of gravity was disorienting, but it didn’t last. With his arms holding me as wide open as I could get, Saint thrust hard into me as he pressed me against the van.
My heat waves so far had been great, but nothing prepared me for how amazing it was to be fucked mercilessly by an alpha you were bonded with. I didn’t know where my pleasure endedand his began. My mind played tricks on me to the point where I could have sworn I was the one fucking him. I felt the dominance and control of making him submit fully, and it blended almost seamlessly with the pure bliss of being filled and claimed. My experience and his were completely blurred together, and when he broke through the entrance to my womb again and caused another breeding orgasm, I was lost.
I was Saint and Saint was me, and we were both the storm of pleasure that raged around us. I’d never felt so complete in my life. I begged and pleaded with my body to let his seed take hold so that I could have his baby, all his babies. I knew it wasn’t happening, though. Not this time, at least. I still had spermicide from before inside me, thwarting the one thing I wanted more than anything.
I have no idea how long the moment of unified pleasure lasted. When I started to be aware of my surroundings again, Saint had me squashed against the side of the van, leaning his weight into me. We were both still catching our breaths, and he was still knotted in me. His massive size meant my feet didn’t touch the ground.
Yeah, my feet definitely didn’t touch the ground. I was floating, high on something that I wanted more than I could put into words. I was meant to be with this alpha, no matter his objections. We’d bonded because we were a perfect pair, even if Saint hadn’t completely come to terms with it and I didn’t know how it would work.
“Are you okay?” Saint asked, still breathless, a few moments later as his knot started to go down.
“Yeah,” I answered, nodding. “That was?—”
I didn’t have words for how thrilling and hot and satisfying being fucked hard by my bonded mate up against the side of a van in a growing storm was, so I let the bond do the talking. Iclosed my eyes and just felt all the things I was feeling, sending them Saint’s way.
Saint responded with a growl against my ear that made me wish my next wave would hurry up and crash over me so we could do it all again. I just wanted to be taken by my alpha so he could use me to slake his needs. And I wanted to feel like I was inside him being the aggressor, and maybe figure out a way to force him to feel what I felt like when I gave my body to him.
Saint made another unbelievably hot sound against my ear, then adjusted his body so that his cock could slide out of me. I hated that his knot had gone down. I wanted him fused with me forever.
“We have a lot to talk about,” he said at last, his voice still gruff with passion.
“Yeah, we do,” I panted, turning to face him on wobbly legs.
I had a million things I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him I didn’t care how he felt, we were bonded now, and he was going to accept me into his life whether he wanted to or not. I planned to lay down the law and tell him, not ask him, how we would be together. And I wanted to explain and rationalize and plan until we had extensive spreadsheets of how our new life together would work.
But a flash of movement out on the ocean behind Saint took the words out of my mouth and made my mind go blank.
“A boat!” I said, pointing into the dark, storm-slashed distance.
Saint jerked straight and turned to see what I was looking at. I felt curiosity and overwhelming protectiveness from him. A moment after that, I felt surprise as well. He’d seen the boat, too.
“It’s not midnight,” he said, turning and using his body to shield me. “It’s not even close.”
“If that really is the Dumfries gang, they must be coming early to get the guns because of the storm,” I said.
I felt Saint’s agreement. “They’re coming closer.”
They were, but from what I could see, they weren’t getting anywhere. At some point when Saint had been rocking my world up against the van, the sun had started to set. That, combined with the rain, made it almost too dark to see out into the ocean. The only way I could track where the boat was going was by the lights on the boat and by the occasional flash of lightning rending the sky. Both the boat and the storm were getting closer.
