Chapter 29 In which I get my teeth bloody

I’m not good at tempering my impulses. In fact, I fucking suck at that, which is why when Luca bit Sadie and made her fucking ours, I understood. No, I more than understood. I fucking celebrated it.

His instincts drove him to her, drove him to claim her, and I couldn’t be fucking happier about it. Even if a huge part of me is jealous of him for having a part of her I don’t yet.

So when my little Cherrybomb whispers that soft ‘yes’, all I see is a giant flashing ‘go for it’ sign. A giddy thrill runs through me. I’m bonding with my omega tonight. Fuck. Yeah.

“Gonna bite you, Cherrybomb. Gonna eat you up and then bite you, right fucking here.” I nip at the juncture where her thigh meets her hip and the soft mound of her pussy. “Make you fucking mine in all the ways that count.”

She laces her fingers through my white blonde hair and pulls. Hard. Hard enough that I lift my head up to meet her gaze. “No, Swift.”

“You said you wanted us. I want you to be mine,” I growl, gaze narrowing on her pretty face. “Want to feel you with me all the fucking time.”

Her expression softens and her hand slides from my hair down to my shoulder, pulling gently to urge me up her body. I move over her willingly. Who in their right—or wrong mind, in my case—would deny Cherrybomb anything? Certainly not me. Except for this. Because I’m fucking tired of not having her with me.

Sadie spreads her thighs for me letting me settle against that hot wet heat that I fucking love, my cock nestled right in his favorite place, then her knees press into my sides as her arms wrap around my shoulders pulling me into her body until my forehead rests on hers, wrapping me up like a gorgeous little bow.

“I want that too,” she murmurs against my mouth. “So fucking bad.”

I jerk, pulling back, intending to give us both what she wants. But her little hand sides until it’s cupping the back of my head, holding me against her with the force of that gentle touch alone. “I want it, Swift,” she repeats. “But I want you—all of you—to know beyond a shadow of a fucking doubt that you really, truly want me. I don’t want you to regret picking me over Clau-” I cut her off with my tongue, pushing past her lips to swallow down her words, her self doubt. I will devour every bit of it and leave her with nothing but the certainty that I want her.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, a soft mewl pushes from her mouth into mine. I pull back enough to meet her silver eyes. “Don’t you get it, Cherrybomb? I could never fucking regret you. Never. You are mine. Have been mine since that moment I saw you in that coffee shop telling your mom you had dicks to suck.” The corner of her mouth pulls up. “I would have fucking stalked you to the ends of the earth in order to make you mine when you were a beta. That fact that you’re our scent match? Our omega? That’s just the icing on the cherry flavored cake.”

I bump her nose with mine, press a soft kiss to her lips. “Let me give this to you, to us. I need to feel you. I want you in my heart, Cherrybomb. Please.”

Moisture shimmers along her lower lashes, and she places a trembling kiss against my lips. “What if the others pick her? I don’t want to ruin your pack, Swift.”

Oh shit, that’s what she’s worried about? That’s why she doesn’t want me to sink my teeth into her silky skin?

“Never gonna happen, Sade.” I reassure her. “Claudia’s a nice enough girl.” Liar. Liar. Pants on fire. “But she isn’t you. You’re our omega. Not her. You are the one we choose. The only fucking reason we haven’t all claimed you yet is because you keep telling us you don’t want it. Fuck. I would have bitten you that first night, remember? But it was clear you needed time to adjust to your new designation and the shackles that come with being our omega.”

I don’t miss how Sadie’s eyes darken at my use of the word shackles. Any other omega might have protested it, but Sadie likes the idea of being tied down by us. Not just metaphorically, but literally. My filthy little Cherrybomb.

“I’m begging here, Cherrybomb. Begging you to let me love you.”

A ragged breath leaves her and then she nods. “Okay. Okay, Swift. If you’re sure.”

I press another hard kiss to her mouth. “Never been more sure of anything in my fucking life.” I press up onto my knees, settling my weight on her hips, my cock bobbing against my stomach as I consider her naked flesh, figuring out where I want to bite her.

My first thought is the spot opposite of Luca’s bite. I like the idea of it being so damn visible, of people knowing that Cherrybomb is mine. But I like the idea of it being our secret more. Especially while Maddox hasn’t claimed her yet.

My lips pull into a smile. Yeah. I can claim her, and it can be our little secret until they find my bite. “Where do you think, Cherry? On your tit? Or inner thigh?”

I’m kind of hoping she’ll go for the inner thigh. It’ll drive her crazy any time I grip her there, whether we’re fucking or just riding in the car together. And every step she takes will have her brushing over the bite. It won’t be as intense as if I touch it, but it’ll keep her in a state of low simmering arousal all the fucking time.

Sadie’s eyes dilate as she considers and I know she’s thought of everything I just did. Her skin grows hotter, and a fine sheen of sweat covers her. Her scent gets richer, more buttery and creamy. It makes my mouth water and my knot throb as my vision nearly blacks out.

That’s never happened to me before. Not from a scent alone.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe, realization hitting me heard. “You’re going into heat.”

I scramble up and away, ready to get the rest of my pack because she’ll need all of us to help her through. I’m good with my cock, but not so good that I can keep an omega satisfied through a heat all on my own.

But Sadie shakes her head, wrapping her legs and arms around me, pinning me to her body. “No, it’s just a spike, I think. Those happen right?”

I stop trying to get away from her and settle against her, nodding slowly. “Yes. Spikes happen.”

“And I don’t need everyone to help me through it, right?”

Half of my mouth quirks up. “You don’t but they would be honored to help, Cherrybomb.”

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. “I just want you for now. I don’t want them distracted tomorrow.”

“But it’s okay if I’m distracted tomorrow?”

She looks down and away from me. “I wouldn’t have told any of you if I had my way. But alas, my body has other ideas about that.”

My gaze narrows on her face. “Sadie, baby, how long has this been happening?”

She nibbles on her lower lip. “Not long, a day maybe. I didn’t want… with Claudia here, it just-”

A moan pours from her as I cut off her words with a filthy kiss before pulling back. “My omega is going into heat.” There’s a sense of wonder about that, to the idea of fucking Sadie into oblivion for days on end. Yeah. “Oh, Cherrybomb. You’re not getting out of me bonding with you now. Tonight. Right this fucking second.”

I dive down, settle my shoulders between her thighs and feast on her pussy. Typically, the method of operations for bonding an omega is fuck, knot, bite. It’s what Luca did with Sadie. It’s what most alphas do. But I am not most alphas.

Sadie tenses as my teeth scrape the inside of her left thigh. The left because then when we’re driving and she’s in the passenger seat I can finger my bond mark and make her come just from that.

“Ready, Cherrybomb?” I ask, even though there is no stopping me. Even if she says no, I’m fucking doing it. I don’t give her a chance to deny me.

“Swift,” she says with a gasp as my teeth sink into her flesh and two fingers sink into her pussy. Her blood spills over my tongue at the same moment that a bright, warm puzzle piece clicks into place in my chest. Pure sunshine pours through my body, full of love and gratitude and a fair amount of exasperation. All coming from my girl. My omega. My mate. The love of my fucking life and beyond. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Something loosens in me at finally being able to feel her. She’s been my obsession for weeks now. I’ve thought of nothing but her and this moment. And now it’s fucking here.

I groan against her skin, feeling her clamp and tighten around my fingers as I move them in and out of her. Her head thrashes, moans falling from her like the most beautiful water.

Her fingers lace into my white blond hair and tighten painfully, tugging me away from my bond mark. “Alpha. Please. I need your knot.”

Well, who the hell am I to deny her? Keeping her legs hooked around my shoulders, I push up, folding her in half with her knees next to her ears and slam my cock home. Home. Home.

Sadie will always be my home.

My tongue finds my bonding mark, lapping at it in a way that makes her eyes cross and her muscles tighten around me. Blood drips down her thigh, into the place where we’re joined and I’m unable to look away from it. All the red of her blood and the white creaminess of her arousal, paired with her clear slick, and my cock spreading her tight pussy. Most perfect sight I’ve ever fucking seen.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Knot, alpha. Please. Need your knot. Need it so fucking bad. Please. Please.”

I can feel it. Feel her need pounding through our bond, snagging me and pulling me closer and deeper. I couldn’t resist her before I could feel her. There’s no chance of it now.

Anything.

I’ll do fucking anything for my omega.

I grind forward, giving her just the top of my knot. Not enough. “You want my knot, omega?”

She keens and nods. “Yes. Please.”

“I’ll give it to you, Cherrybomb, but you need to give me something too.” Fuck. I need it like I need air in my lungs. No, like I need air in her fucking lungs.

“What?” she whines. “Anything. I’ll give you anything.”

“I’m gonna knot you and you’re going to sink those pretty little teeth in my neck.” It’s not strictly necessary for a bond to exist for an omega to return the bite. But fuck, I want it. I want her claim on me as much as I want mine on her.

She’s nodding before I’ve even finished making my demand. “Good fucking girl,” I murmur, pressing forward with my hips, making her keen again. I loop my hand around the back over her neck and lift her, folding her even more, but she doesn’t seem to care. I guide her right where I want her, all the while grinding my knot into her. It’s so fucking tight, I’m not sure I’m going to fit.

“Let me in, baby,” I murmur, reaching between us to stroke her clit. “That’s it. What a good omega you are, taking all of me. Taking every fucking inch of me. Fuck, you were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be stretched out over my knot. Made to be mine.”

Sadie’s mouth latches onto my pulse point, wet open-mouthed kisses and scraping teeth, but she doesn’t bite down. Not yet. My girl is holding out, waiting for me to give her what she needs before she gives me what I want more than fucking anything.

Sweat coats our bodies. Our breathing is heavy. Her skin is burning up, and she’s a whining mess underneath me.

“That’s it, omega,” I coo to her, thrusting forward, sinking a little further into her every time. “That’s fucking it. Take my knot. Fucking take it. Just.” Thrust. “Like” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “That.”

My knot squeezes inside of her and she screams around my flesh as her teeth sink into my neck, just like she promised. Euphoria floods me as she tightens and milks my cock and my knot, my cum spilling deep in my omega’s pussy and she floods with slick. I feel our bond strengthen, grow brighter in my chest, and my eyes and nose burn.

It feels so fucking right.

Sadie laps at my neck languidly, little hips rolling under mine, drawing out our pleasure, grinding me into her. Then she lays a trail of kisses over my jaw. She pauses when she gets to my cheek, drawing back just slightly to look up at me with wide eyes.

“Oh, Swift. Baby, are you crying?” There’s no derision in her voice, and in our bond I can only feel her concern for me.

I let out a shuddering breath and drop a kiss to her mouth, before shifting her legs off my shoulders and putting my full weight on top of her. I bury my face in her neck and take deep inhales of her scent, while she strokes soft hands over my spine into my hair and back.

After a while she says hesitantly. “Are you… do you regret-”

My head whips up so fast she cuts off with a little gasp as my hand curls around her jaw, holding her in place. “ Never . Told you I would never fucking regret you, and I meant it.” I roll my hips into her, feeling her muscles tighten on my knot, feeling tiny tremors of a small orgasm flutter through her. “I’m crying because this is fucking perfect. You are perfect. It… it feels like I’m finally home. It’s a relief to have you in my chest, Cherrybomb.”

Those soft tender hands of hers stroke over my face, gathering the moisture from my cheeks. Her plush pink lips curl into a gentle smile. “It’s a relief for me too, Swift.” A furrow appears between her brows that I want to smooth away. “Is it too early to say that I love you?” she asks, all casual, like she didn’t just steal the air from my lungs, the heart from my chest and my soul from my body.

“Is-Is that what you’re saying, Cherrybomb?”

She nibbles her lower lip before nodding slowly. “Yes. I think I am. I love you, Swift.”

I come again.

Harder than I did while I was fucking her, filling her with more of my cum. “Fuck, Sadie,” I moan. “I love you too.” Just in case she thinks I’m only saying that because I’m literally knot deep inside her at the moment, I open my bond as wide as it will go, and push through all of my unending, unwavering, obsessive, psychotic, chaotic love for her.

She beams up at me and curls her legs around my hips. I feel the slick slide of her blood against my waist and almost come again. But no. I’ll hold off until Sadie’s come at least twice more.

“Need more, Cherrybomb?”

She nods and winds her arms around my shoulders. “I feel like I’m burning up, even with your knot.”

I hum and reach down to grip her left thigh right over my bite, pushing her leg up and out, letting me get even deeper inside her, making my knot drag over the spot inside her I know will make her see stars.

“Don’t worry, Cherrybomb,” I murmur, grinding into her, loving the way she squeezes and moans and bleeds so pretty for me. “I’m going to take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

I’ve never meant any words more.