Page 38 of Bonds and Beasts

Iwatch, my cock heavy in my hand, and I can’t reconcile that I’m here again. Watching. I’ve always enjoyed watching. Watching Adison, though? That’s become close to a religious experience. It’s everything I need.

They’re all panting and spent when Easton pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, her pussy on full display.

She mewls, and my eyes snap up to find her already looking at me. I immediately drop to my knees where Easton had been between her legs.

“Beauty, fuck, I want you. But I know myself. This isn’t enough space for what my alpha wants to do to you.”

Then this omega, this precious, filthy fucking angel leans forward, pushing me back into a seated position on the bench while sliding off Dean’s lap—where he now has a very obvious wet patch on his pants—and kneels on the floor of the car.

My cock twitches hard at the sight of her. Her dress is still bunched around her waist. No panties. Just the round, squeezable shape of her perfect ass. She wraps her small, delicate hand around the base of my cock, then leans forward and licks a slow stripe up the underside of my shaft from base to tip, swirling her tongue over the head. I growl down at her.

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop. Her mouth closes around the head and she sucks, cheeks hollowing. My hand shoots to her hair, fingers threading through the curly red locks until I squeeze. My muscles lock tight. I don’t want to scare her. I don’t want to hurt her. My alpha can be controlling and rough.

Adison has other plans.

She lifts her head, popping off my cock with a sloppy sound, saliva connecting her mouth to my shaft in an obscene string.

“It’s okay,” she breathes. “I want it. Use me.” Her heat spike has clearly passed. This is all her. My hand in her hair grips tighter.

“Tap my leg if it’s too much,” I bark, making sure she absolutely will. I don’t want to push her past what she’s comfortable with. She leans forward, opens her mouth, but doesn’t go down. She waits.

And I fucking lose it. I press her down, pushing past her lips and deeper, until my cock hits the back of her throat. I expect her to pull back or shake her head, but instead she moans around my shaft. The vibrations travel straight down my length and make me white-knuckle the seat with my free hand.

Her mouth is warm and wet as I thrust up into her throat. Behind her I see Dean’s hand disappear between her legs. Her eyes flutter and a choked gasp sucks tighter around my cock.

“Is Dean fingering that soaked little pussy, Beauty?” Her eyes meet mine. “Are you gonna come again while I fuck your throat?”

She nods as much as she can. I lose all control.

I use my hand in her hair to press her down harder onto my length. Wet gluck-gluck sounds fill the car every time I bottom out in her throat. My knot swells at the base of my cock, and God, I want to knot her mouth, to seal it shut and keep my cock snug in her warm throat. But since we haven’t even knotted her pussy yet, I know I’ll have to wait. Meanwhile, Dean’s hand works her in fast strokes. Her legs shake from the stimulation. My other hand finds her swinging breast and pinches the nipple hard. She cries out, her whole body locking up and trembling as the orgasm tears through her.

I roar toward the ceiling of the car and come hard down her throat. I look down to find her swallowing around my shaft but unable to take it all. Cum overflows from the sides of her mouth and dribbles down her chin.

I let go of her hair as she releases my cock, coughing and spent. Immediately I pull her up and onto my lap. She curls into my chest, and God, she feels so soft and perfect. Her scent is a heady rose garden at the height of summer. My hand trails down her hair and over her spine in long, soothing strokes. She feels warm and pliant, like she’s all ours. Dean leans back and licks the slick from his fingers while Easton takes one of Adison’s hands, scent-marks along it, and kisses her.

The car finally comes to a stop. The partition between the front and the back was up the entire time, but our driver could clearly smell and hear everything and chose to keep driving until we were finished.

We help Adison back into her little dress. She smells like all of us—on her skin, inside her, mixed with her own slick.

We help her out of the car. I wanted to carry her, but she insisted that she could walk.

“We’re gonna have to have the car detailed to get all of that scent out. It’s like a strip club back there,” Dean says. Adison’s sharp laugh comes as a surprise to all of us, but none more than Adison. Her eyes are shocked when we look at her, which makes Easton laugh too. Even I can’t help a gruff chuckle.

The light mood lasts from the car until we reach the front door and then abruptly ends. Red paper is affixed to the wood. On the paper, clear as day in nondescript handwriting, are the words:

“Get out and leave the omega, or she dies.”

Adison

The two security men who have been driving the pack around everywhere are now in the house instead of outside.

There are also two police officers, one alpha female and one beta male, standing in the manor’s back sitting room.

"Can you think of anyone who might want to leave a note like this?" the male beta, Officer Billing according to his name tag, asks.

All of my alphas stare at him.

"Buddy, we can think of several million," Dean says. He's standing behind the couch that Easton is sitting on. Bello is near the door, leaning against the wall. Officer Billing has the good sense to turn a bit pink and keep his eyes on his notepad.