Page 37 of Bonds and Beasts

Still, the sounds bouncing off the high ceilings, the bright lights, and the constant movement is sending all my nerves into overdrive. I clasp my hands in front of me as they begin to shake. Forcing my breathing to even out feels monumental. My shoulders hunch in as I try to make myself small and unnoticeable.

Warm hands cup my cheeks, and Easton’s face takes up my visual space. I scent basil and mint as Dean’s hard chest presses into my back. Bello is at my side, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck in a firm grounding touch.

“Too much, baby?” he asks.

My throat is blocked again, so all I can do is nod. A tear slips free even though I fight to lock it down. I’m so disappointed in myself. I want this. I need a nest. I know it’ll help me. But I can’t do this.

Bello’s lips find my cheek, kissing away my tear. “We’re sorry, Beauty. We should have realized this would be too much.”

I shake my head. “I really wanted to. I thought—”

Easton kisses my forehead, purring for me. Soon Bello and Dean are purring too.

“It’s okay, Sweet Girl. We’ll get there. No rush,” Dean assures me as his cheek finds the top of my head, scent-marking there. By the time we reach the car, I’m not only shaky, I’m burning hot.

Every time one of the alphas touches me, it sinks deeper, like they’re stroking my core. Slick is soaking through everything and making walking difficult. It’s a relief when we slide into the back. I take the bench seat next to Dean while Bello and Easton sit across from us. Bello’s pupils are blown, though I can still see a rim of grayish blue around them. He hasn’t fallen into a full rut.

Easton has his head tipped back, breathing with deliberate control. Dean’s hand squeezes my thigh a little too hard.

But I’m gone. The heat spike swallows me, and I’m nothing but instinct and desperate need. Throbbing in my core has me keening and involuntarily rocking my hips against the cool leather seat. The world flies by behind the black-tinted windows.

Dean’s hand slides behind my back and over my hip before he pulls me roughly onto his lap, my back pressed to his chest. I’m pressed firmly against his groin, his cock already rock-hard and grinding into the curve of my ass. He yanks the bottom of my sweater dress up until it bunches around my stomach, then slides his hand under my lined leggings. The moment his fingers glide through my dripping slit, two of them dip slightly past the first knuckle into my aching, drenched pussy and drag back up to circle my clit in tight, mean strokes. I mewl and buck against his hand, frantic for more friction, for him to go deeper.

Dean grips my hip with his other hand, pinning me still while his fingers expertly set every nerve in my pussy on fire.

Suddenly he pulls his hand out of my leggings and brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them obscenely. I pant as I watch, my perfume exploding in the air. Dean’s beautiful eyes meet mine, burning with pure animal need.

He slides his wet fingers across my lips until I open for him, then pushes them inside. I suck and lick obediently, tasting myself. Soon, he’s fucking my mouth with his fingers, thrusting deep and forcing me to drool around them as he mimics exactly how he wants to fuck my pussy. It sends me spiraling. Slick gushes from my core, ruining my panties, my leggings, and Dean’s lap beneath me.

“Enough.” Bello’s voice cuts through the small space.

My head snaps up. Dean’s chin rests on my shoulder as he slowly pulls his fingers out, trailing a thick string of saliva from my lips. Bello watches intently. My eyes drop to his lap where his hand strokes himself through his black trousers.

“Do you need cock, omega?” Bello asks, voice rough and low. I nod frantically.

“Not a lot of room in here,” Easton says as he drops to his knees in front of me. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and drags them down along with my soaked panties. Once they’re off, he hooks one of my legs over the outside of Dean’s, then does the same with the other, spreading me open on Dean’s lap.

Dean whispers hot against my ear, “Our resident expert wants to show you exactly how an alpha treats an omega in heat.”

I bite my lip hard to hold back a flood of desperate whines.

“So fucking slick,” Easton groans. He moves forward and drags the blunt, leaking tip of his long, thick cock through my folds. Veins mottle the velvety skin. He grabs my chin at the same moment he lines up at my entrance. “I want you to look at me while I fuck this perfect pussy,” he growls, eyes locked on mine as he pushes inside, stretching me open and knocking the breath from my lungs.

Every inch splits me while soothing the burning ache that reached a fever pitch. He takes me apart and puts me back together with every thrust. At first he’s languid, but he quickly begins pounding into me harder. Each thrust grinds my ass against Dean’s cock.

“Shit,” Dean growls, gripping my hips as Easton’s relentless rhythm forces my ass to slide along his hard length. Dean yanks the neckline of my strapless dress down until my tits spill free. His hands immediately claim them, squeezing the soft flesh and twisting my nipples. I cry out as the sharp pleasure from my nipples mixes with Easton’s brutal fucking.

“Oh fuck,” Dean groans behind me. He’s coming in his pants, my grinding ass jerking him off as he spills.

I catch Bello’s eyes. They’re black with lust as he pumps his cock with firm, hard strokes, watching every second. I reach for him, begging without words. He takes my hand, kisses my wrist, but shakes his head.

No.

I don’t have time to process it. Easton reaches between us and pinches my clit, rolling it perfectly. I whine sharply.

“Come, Sweetheart,” he demands. I shatter around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically as he thrusts hard two more times and pushes deep, flooding me with hot pulses of his release.

Bello