Page 43 of Bound to the EMT

CHAPTER 17

EMMELINE

Pain and pleasure pour over me like hot lava stinging me from the inside out. My fingers move in a blur as I stuff the dirty clothes and used sheets into shapes that have no meaning. Every now and then, I pause long enough to bury my face in the heap and inhale.

Branson.

God, his scent is addicting. Leather and whiskey surround me, threatening to pull me under with the warm, decadent notes. Where is he? Even though I’m staving off complete madness with each breath I take, it’s not the same. It’s not him.

Soft whimpers pour from my lips as I continue to work, continue to build this nest. Am I even doing it right? I’ve never had to build a nest before, never had to worry about it. In the midst of the arousal threatening to double me over, a deep rage builds in my chest.

What the hell was she even thinking, putting me at risk like this? Since saying ‘I do’ to the massive, handsome EMT who saw me at my worst, I was smitten. I wanted him to want me, to love me, to take me from this desolation. But my mother always stood in the way with her threats.

Now, there’s nothing separating us. Whether she did this on purpose or not, the choice is still mine. Branson gave me that choice when he offered to use nasal suppressors. Mother never did. Tears drip from my eyes, staining the sheets as I continue to push and pull, tug and yank.

Almost perfect. I can’t tell how I know that, but it’s something deep inside, something that urges me to continue on. Groaning, I fluff up Branson’s clothes, making small nooks and crannies in the growing pile.

“I’d much rather have your slick making these fabrics wet rather than your tears.”

Dark whiskey and leather invade my nose, making my stomach cramp and slick pour from my pussy. I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, I can only cry out, desperately needing his touch to soothe the pain and need.

“I hear you, sweet girl,” he grumbles, making his way over to me. “As soon as you finish your nest, I’m going to fuck you in it. I’m going to fuck that pretty little pussy so hard you won’t even be able to think about anyone or anything else.”

He doesn’t have to say it. I know he’s talking about my mother.

“Please,” I whimper.

I need his pain, his indomitable will to drive these demons from my mind, to make me whole in a way only he can.

“May I enter your nest?”

He’s asking?

“Answer me, omega,” he rumbles. “And the answer better be yes. I can’t hold back for much longer.”

I gaze up into his eyes. The normal light hues are a dark, stormy gray with only a small sliver of light as his pupils expand. Unholy, dark, deviant...

Mine.

Nodding, I motion toward the pitiful mass of fabrics, ashamed with how small it looks. As if he can read my mind, he runs his hands over the lumps and bumps and smiles.

“Next time, we’ll be more prepared, and I’ll have better things for you to use. But this nest is beautiful. I can’t wait to defile it with my cum, your slick, and our blood.”

He presses me down and runs his tongue over my shoulder, making me shudder under his rough touch. Yes, my brain screams out, needing his teeth to embed in my body, to make me his for all eternity. But he doesn’t. The bastard teases me by scraping his teeth and beard along my skin, only to pull away.

Soft growls buzz in my chest and throat as I claw at him, my need growing with every passing second. His large hands engulf my wrists and pin them to the bed, rendering me helpless. But then, that’s how I want it from him, that’s how I want to feel under his massive body.

Helpless.

It’s no longer because I want plausible deniability. It’s because this is where I feel most safe, most cherished, most... loved.

Spreading my legs, I open myself up to him, offering my body as his sacrifice. Thoughts flee as he impales me with one strong stroke. God, yes. This is what I need. This is what I crave.

It’s the only thing that keeps the voices at bay, that keeps the pain away, and that keeps me sane. I buck my hips up to meet his ferocious strokes. Our cries of pleasure flood the room, drowning out every sound. His rumbled growls intersperse with my lighter moans, creating an erotic cacophony that sends shivers down my spine and slick spilling from my pussy.

Over and over he slams into me, sparking pleasure along my nerves with every stroke. My insides twist and cramp until all I can do is gasp as the ecstasy builds. When he finally lets my hands go, I tear at his back, scoring my nails down his skin until the scent of copper fills the air.

His roar of satisfaction ripples over my skin, sending me over the edge. My orgasm explodes through me, flowing over my body and pouring out from my mouth in a loud cry. Branson digs his fingers into my hips, holding me still as he pummels my body with his, each stroke harder and fiercer than the last.