She sounds nervous. Scared. Like bonding might hurt her. I’d never hurt Mags, though. I just want to forget that this is all a grift to her. Just for a little while, I want to pretend that she cares as much as I do.
“Please.”
Mags looks up at me through her long, dark lashes, then gives the barest of nods.
My teeth sink into her slender neck, and Mags gasps. She digs her fingers into my hips, panting, as I break the delicate skin. The instant her blood touches my tongue, something snaps into place. All of a sudden, several new emotions flood my mind.
Fear. Excitement. Longing ... and, unfortunately, denial.
I canfeelher attraction to me, feel her affection, but I also feel her rejection of those emotions.
Mags doesn’t want to love me. She doesn’t want a bond.
What have I done?
I break contact and back away, wiping her blood from the corner of my mouth. Poor Mags has a dazed expression on her face. Her eyes glaze over, and she hums quietly.
“That was nice,” she says, but I know that, deep down, she doesn’t mean it. She’s caught up in the endorphins of the bond, in the pheromones between us. Once the shock wears off, she’ll regret it.
“Mags, I’m sorry …”
“What for?” She cocks her head inquisitively. Her pupils are dilated, though it’s not from heat. She’s feeling my attraction, my lust.
I’ve never bonded with an omega before. Even on the cons where I marked a girl, the bond never stuck. It was just a front, a game, a ploy to get more money from the family. I didn’t feel anything for them, so nothing ever came from it.
Mags takes a slow step forward. I back up, but she keeps advancing. Before I know what’s happening, she’s got me cornered, pressed into the closet door.
“Nik … Fuck, Nik, I didn’t know you felt this.” She runs a hand through my hair and tugs at the roots. The brief spike of pain makes my cock jump in my pants, and Mags giggles. “That’s so cool. I’ve never felt that before.”
Shit. She’s feelingeverything. The bond is too deep.
My breath hitches in my throat as she toys with the hem of my pants. A purr rumbles through me against my will as our psyches blend and mix and I forget where I end and she begins. The next thing I know is that I’m opening the door to Mags’s nest and ushering her inside.
For the first time since we started hooking up, Mags takes control. She pushes me down onto the pile of mattresses and cushions and straddles me, grinding her hips over my hard cock. She moans and whines and whimpers, and her need is so strong that I rip both our pants in my haste to fulfill that need.
When she lowers herself onto me, I growl possessively and grab her hips. I have to turn this around before I lose my sense of self completely. I thrust up again and again, and Mags’s desire flows through me. I never knew my cock felt this amazing to her.
Bonded sex is the most mind-blowing thing I’ve ever experienced.
This isn’t working. I’m just becoming more and more entangled.
Rolling us over, I make one last attempt to regain control. Each pump of my hips makes her gorgeous breasts jiggle, and now I know how much that turns her on. I know how much everything I do turns her on, and the connection between us creates an endless cycle of passion and lust.
Then my knot inflates, and I think I’m going to fucking lose myself entirely.
When I feel my knot through Mags’s point of view for the first time, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let my lids drift closed so I can focus on the sensations.
Even before the knot, the fullness inside her from my cock alone was amazing. I’ve had omegas tell me this, but I never knew until now. There’s the saying that size doesn’t matter, but I can tell that there’s a difference to Mags. As much as she loves Kip, his cock didn’t fill her the way mine does.
Well, that’s a realization I could have done without. I didn’t need to know that.
Sure, the way her walls hug me stimulates me like nothing else, but the way my knot rubs her walls and locks my cock in place … God, I could do this all night and never get tired of my knot.
To say that our shared orgasm is explosive would be an understatement. Her toes curl, my toes curl, and my cock throbs in sync with her pussy as I fill her to overflowing.
Normally, this would be when Mags gets up and leaves. Instead, she snuggles up next to me and holds me close. The euphoria of the afterglow engulfs us, temporarily soothing the pain of her eventual rejection.
“I love you, Nik.”
