40. Lachlan

Chapter 40

Lachlan

I t's hopeless.

Utterly hopeless as I lose all sense of control, my Alpha taking the front seat at last as he drives us both off a cliff.

He is relentless, and all I can do is bang on the glass screen of my mind.

He yanks on the chains, hoping to rip us free, and if he's not careful, he's going to get us both in trouble.

I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to bite our hand off, and I have to get through to him somehow.

I can't have a hook for a hand…

How else will I pleasure my snowdrop?

Her scent lingers all over the house, even reaching me in the basement, and I worry that the others have forgotten about me.

My Omega's groans echo through the house, and I have to—no, need to reach her…

I can't even jerk off to the sound, my hands shackled in chains, and this is ridiculous.

I am ridiculous. I am a human, not an animal.

I am better than this.

Must escape. Need to escape.

Must reach my snowdrop… so I can take her pain away…

I won't abandon her again. I promised I would be there for her. I even got down on my knees and made a vow to ensure she never knew a moment of sadness again.

She has the others, but it's not enough.

She doesn't have me…

Damn, these chains!

I pull and I pull, roaring the house down, and I'm sure the walls of the basement shake.

I see her in my mind's eye, her pussy dripping with need as she begs me to ease the pain.

Come to me, Lachlan… she whispers.

So, I tug and tug on the chains again, roaring till my voice is hoarse.

My heart pounds, the only thing I can hear at that moment.

Another groan of deep, sensual pleasure from upstairs, and with one final tug of my chains, I yank myself loose.

With a crazed cackle, I sprint up the basement stairs, my chains clanking heavily on the wooden steps behind me as I chase her scent through the house.

The house is stone-cold silent. No sign of Gryphon in sight.

He has gone, abandoning our snowdrop once more, but that's all right.

She has me now.

I'm all she needs.

And maybe Barret and Oliver too.

Her gingerbread scent leads me up to the second level of the house, and there the sounds and smells grow stronger when I set my sights on that door.

So, I charge forth, bursting through the doors, and my mouth waters when I behold that beautiful sight.

My precious snowdrop getting thoroughly fucked.

Oliver behind her, and Barret between her legs.

All three stop at the sight of me, but I don't move, don't think as I fall to my knees on the threshold, tears streaming from my eyes.

The sight of her is enough to tame the beast in me, and just like that, I am me again.

Snowdrop licks her lips, reaching her hands out for me, and at once, I go to her.

But before I can beg for her forgiveness, she yanks me inside her blanket fort, throwing me down on the pillows as she has her way with me.

And I wholly submit.