“I don’t want to die.”
She didn’t want to either. For a second, I hold him still, fighting the urge to just throw him to his death.
“You’ll die if you don’t move. Now grab that guide rope, Nathan, and move your fucking feet.”
He bursts into tears, snot and ridiculous sobs.
“Move!” I say with no empathy.
“I can't!"
I consider my options. There aren’t many of them. I hit him. He collapses, limp in my grip. I clamber over him, then drag his useless dead weight to the other side.
“All right, come through!”
They start moving, and when Rojer gets across, he kicks Nathan hard and stalks to sit on his own.
Fascinating. Looks like their alliance is starting to fall apart.
When Bonnie gets across, she looks at Nathan and then me.
“Is he all right?”
“He’s just going to have a bit of a bruise, but he’ll wake up and be the same coward he always is.”
She nods and turns away.
I peer at her. That’s not a normal reaction from an omega either. Normally, they want to help or get hysterical over the blood or potential for blood. Perhaps even fear me like I’d hit them.
She just shrugs it off.
There is so much more to her than we suspected.
“I’ll go get water,” I say.
“I’ll show you,” Bonnie murmurs. “Come on, Rory.”
I follow her into the twilight and through the forest to a spring that she shows me.
“We don’t need to boil it, so we can just drink from here.” She lays down on the ground and cups her hands, drinking straight from the water. I kneel beside her.
“You’re not a very typical omega, Bonnie Sanderson.”
She stiffens.
I roll her onto her back and run my hand up her side and cup her breast, squeezing hard.
“I took care of Cyn this morning. He tasted like your delicious pussy.”
Her eyes get wide; she stares at me as I knead her breast.
“When he came in my mouth, he hissed your name.”
“Jealous?”
“No, knowing what your pussy tastes like and how you felt fucking my tongue, I felt sorry for him.”
She groans and squirms again. I inhale the rich, warm scent of her arousal in the air.
