Page 61 of Bonded By Tea and Tarot

Chapter Thirty-Three

Jayce

She’s presenting. For me.

My clumsy hands land on her hips, and she pushes back into my hold. The round globes of her ass fit perfectly in my palms, and I caress her soft curves. I’m mesmerized by the shiny slick dripping down her thighs, and the way the pink petals of her pussy are swollen and glistening with arousal. I don’t know what I did to deserve this precious being, but I’m entirely hers.

“Alpha,” she mumbles around Hayden’s fingers.

They look almost as dazed as I feel, with their eyes locked on her mouth, fingers buried to the knuckle.

“Pretty omega,” I purr. “So wet for me.”

I can’t resist leaning forward to taste her. I swipe my tongue up her creamy thigh, groaning at how she somehow tastes better than she smells. When my tongue hits her heated center, she mewls and pushes back into my face. I suck in a deep breath through my nose where it’s pressed into her pussy, then lick every inch of her I can reach. I can taste hints of my own cum, and a barely-there spicy undertone that I assume is the remnants of Aury.

“So fucking sweet,” I groan.

The mixture of all three of us makes my cock pulse and my thoughts shatter. Omega. My omega. In heat.

I fist the last piece of fabric containing me, rip it off and toss it to the side. I rise to my knees and shuffle into place behind her, then surge into her wet heat. She rocks forward, but my hands grip her hips, holding her in place. She groans and arches her back, eyes fluttering and unfocused.

“More,” she mumbles again, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth around Hayden’s fingers. Then she nuzzles her nose along their thigh, letting their fingers drop from her mouth and seeking something else to replace them with. “Alpha, more,” she demands.

Her fingers twist and pull at Hayden’s boxers, and I’d laugh at the image of them trying not to take control of the situation, but I’m a little too lost in the pleasure of her to do more than glare at them for not giving her what she wants—while simultaneously growling at them for being too close to my omega.

My vision is blurring, but I catch a vague impression of the other alpha backing away until I can’t see them anymore. My breath gusts in and out of my nose while the sound of my own pulse drums in my ears. It throbs through my body, and I match my thrusting to the rhythm. Earthy clove and spicy cardamom suck me under, making my mouth water and my gums ache until it’s the only thing I can think about.

Omega.

My omega.

My omega in heat.

I bend over her, pressing my chest into her back, her cheek further into the bed. Caging her with my body. Omega. My omega.

My hand in her hair. Soft, silky, pretty hair. Tugging it out of the way.

I lick a stripe up her throat, and she arches her neck to the side, opening herself up to me. I rumble in approval and lick her again. Cover her in my scent. Claim her as mine.

“Rut,” a voice says behind me. “Stay back. Aury! No.”

Faint sounds of a struggle reach me, and a threatening growl rips from my chest when it filters into my ears. I can’t turn to face them, though, not without risking my omega. Must protect her. My omega. In heat. Needs me.

I curl tighter around her, ensuring every inch of her body is enclosed within mine. Desperation strings my muscles taut as I pound into her perfect pussy.

So slick, hot and wet, tight and aching.

Presenting. Whimpering. Moaning.

Needs more. Needs knot.

My knot.

For my omega.

I shove into her and she shrieks, her arms flailing on the mattress. Her cunt tightens, then pulses, and I spurt into her. My alpha howls inside me as I paint her insides with my cum, and I roar out my release.

Mine, mine, mine.