Chapter Twenty-Three

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Now Playing: Obsession- Dean Raven

I rush after Omen, crashing through the trees as we flee the assholes her brother sent to capture her. Fuck, I should have known this would happen. If they were desperate enough to approach our house to threaten her, of course, they would have others waiting to get her alone long enough to grab her.

Fumbling through my pockets, I text a quick 911 to Titan, hoping he has his phone nearby and sees it. We have group tracking on our phones, so he should be able to tell the detectives or DAU where we are.

Omen slips, nearly crashing into a tree. She steadies herself before I can reach her. Fear-filled eyes, nearly black with how big her pupils are, glance back at me. I nearly fall on my face when a burst of her perfume reaches me. The sunflower and honeysuckle scent is even sweeter and warmer than it usually is. Almost like–

My cock jerks in my jeans watching her run from me. The ancient, primal part of my instincts tries to ignite, urging me to chase her down, knot her, and claim her.

Fuck, this isn’t good!

Catching my omega as she slips into a nearby river, it takes every ounce of strength in my body to fight the desire to slip myself inside of her as she grinds against my body. Pained whimpers and pleas slip from her lips, the cold water doing nothing to alleviate the heat controlling her instincts.

As we pass under a bridge I see a car stop along one side and the mercenaries who were chasing us step out. I don’t fight a wave that pulls us beneath the water, using the river's natural currents to hide us from their view. When we are pushed back to the surface, I see the men returning to the vehicle. Hopefully, they didn’t see us and are going to search the other bank further upstream.

Glancing around, I spy a shallow inlet several yards ahead of us. The numerous tree trunks hide the spot well enough that I think we should be able to hide there until Titan and my other mates are able to find us.

Laying Omen in the mud, her hands dig at the waist of my jeans. Her eyes are nearly black with how wide her pupils are blown, and the scent of her perfume floods the air around us. The hazy look in her eyes confirms she’s deep in a heat spike, which is terrifying since her already weak body most likely can’t handle this extra stress.

I have to help her through it. Maybe I can just get her off with my fingers. When I try to push her hands away from my pants and tell her I can’t fuck her, she shrinks in on herself. My heart breaks seeing tears flow down her cheeks. Shit, she thinks I’m rejecting her again!

A dam breaks, deep within my soul, unleashing the instincts I’ve been trying to bury since the moment she darted into the trees. Moral thought is suspended as my need to rut takes over. My omega is in need. Her body weeps for me, for my bite, my knot, and my cum. Really, there’s only one path to take, isn’t there? If I can save her, take her pain away not just from this heat spike but the rejection itself, why should I hold myself back?

Shoving my jeans down to my knees, my cock smacks against my stomach. The piercing in the tip is shiny with pre-cum, and I nearly lose my mind when Omen jolts forward to collect the drops with her tongue. She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, her eyes rolling up into her skull. Fuck, this woman is dangerous. If her scent is hell on my senses during a spike, how potent will it be during her full heat?

“Fates dammit, Omen,” I growl. Burying a fist in her wet hair, I pull her away from my straining cock. “No. This is about you, not me. I’m going to make you feel good, not the other way around. Do you understand me, Omega?”

She pouts but nods, and fuck if I don’t want to bite that plush lip she has pushed out. “Good girl.”

Sitting back in the mud, I spread my thighs wide and pull her over to straddle me. She kicked her skirt off while we were still in the water, and apparently took her underwear with them. My fingers dance down her stomach and across her hip before dipping between her legs. It’s my turn to groan when I brush them against her clit and get the first feel for how soaked she is for me.

Another burst of her perfume fills the air. A warning growl rattles from my chest. Having her scent so clear in the air is not a good thing. “You smell like heaven, Omega, but we need to find a way to diminish your scent until help can arrive.”

Skating my fingers down the outer edges of her cunt, I circle her entrance gathering her slick before pushing two inside. “So fucking tight, and wet. You’re soaked for your Alpha, aren’t you babygirl?”

“Alpha, please!’ her hips shift, pushing me deeper. I slip them out and add a third before pressing back in. She rides my fingers, chasing her pleasure. She’s fucking gorgeous with her head tossed back and her chest heaving, the outline of her floral tattoo evident beneath her soaked shirt.

Changing the angle of my fingers, I rub against the spot where my knot will expand. One, two thrusts are all it takes for her to explode. Slick gushes from her core, coating my hand clear down to my wrist. Her eyes start to slip closed, so I wrap my palm around her throat and lightly squeeze. “Eyes on me, Omega.”

Watching her shatter is a gift, one I nearly threw away when I let my anger toward her family overshadow the connection between us. Never again. This omega is mine, and it’s damn time she knew it.

Gripping her hip with one hand, I guide her down to my waiting cock. One aggravating inch at a time I slip inside of her, my grasp on her throat and hip stopping her from forcing me inside of her quicker. She’s trapped and at my mercy, and if the needy little whines slipping from her lips are any tell, she’s loving every fucking second of my control.

“So fucking tight and wet. My perfect Omega.” My teeth grind as I fight to maintain control, to not knot her as soon as I feel her tight walls gripping my cock. “Feeling you wrapped around me is a divine experience.”

Bottoming out, my knot brushes against her entrance and I’m lost. She squeaks when I flip her to her back, pounding into her. My grip on her throat tightens when she cries out, the sound carrying through the trees. No one gets to hear her pleasure, only me. She’s mine.

Each drag out of her sweet pussy sends spikes of euphoria up my spine. She’s a Fates-damned vision with her hair spread in the dirt and her pussy stretched around me. My knot is so swollen it fucking hurts each time it bumps against her, but I’ll take any amount of pain so long as she doesn’t have to suffer.

A keen slips through her lips, the sound too loud for the precarious situation we’re in. “You’re going to be quiet and take what your Alpha gives you,” I demand as I push into her harder.

It’s a race to oblivion now, she needs a release and I’m pretty sure I’ll die if I don’t feel my knot locked inside her sweet cunt. Her pussy locks down around me, slowing my movements with the intensity of her release. Part of me worries she’s going to rip my dick off with how tightly she’s gripping me, but the thought is overshadowed by the blinding need for release building in my balls.

“Good girl, squeezing your Alpha’s cock so tight. Fuck, you feel too good. I can’t–” I push forward, my knot slipping through her slick-soaked entrance to pop into place. It expands, making her back bow off the ground as she starts to come again. Her orgasm stretches on, the walls of her cunt pulsating around me and drawing my own orgasm to the surface.

I feel like a livewire as I come. The pressure of her grip is exquisite, an addicting blend of pleasure and pain. Letting out a low groan, I bury the sound against her neck and explode inside of her. Warmth coats her walls as my seed spills deep inside of her.

My teeth find her skin, sinking into the soft flesh until I taste her blood on my tongue. The silvery threads of her bond reach out, slowly twining with the golden strings of mine. Licking the taste of her from my lips, I slam my lips to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth, needing this small moment of intimacy as the reality of what I’ve just done comes crashing in.

I bonded my omega without her permission.

Fuck, I’m a jackass.

My palm moves, slamming to the ground beside us so I can hold myself up. Omen is boneless beneath me, blinking like she is trying to shake the last of the fuzz from her mind, but a languid exhaustion has taken its place. My girl is worn out, rightfully so after the chaos of the past few hours.

“There you are,” I mumble. I can feel my cheeks turning pink as I stare down at her. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you?”

“No,” she croaks, “I’m–”

Someone shouts in the distance and we both curse. My knot is still locked deep inside of her, so we can’t run. I dig into my pants pocket, pulling out my phone only to find the waterlogged device nonfunctional. Omen’s phone is back in the car where she left it, so it isn’t much help to us now. She glances back at the river, and I follow her gaze wondering how long we would last in the cold water if we slipped back into the current. No, I shake my head, she’s already shivering. I can't put her back in the cold water.

“Omen! Nebula!” Titan’s deep voice rattles through the trees, sending waves of relief through both of us. Our stiff bodies relax knowing it is our pack coming to rescue us and not another threat.

I turn us to the side, my arms wrapping around her and pulling her against me when I feel her start to shiver harder. “Babygirl?” Her muscles spasm and her breaths come in short pants. Something is wrong.

My knot deflates enough for me to slip from her entrance, and I’m immediately on my feet, scooping her into my arms and darting into the trees toward the direction we heard my mates. “Titan!” I scream his name, hoping they can hear the urgency in my voice.

Glancing down, my fear becomes panic when I see her limp body and closed eyes. Fuck!

“You bonded her?!” Callisto hisses, his voice incredulous but quiet as we try not to wake our omega. She is passed out in the hospital bed across the room.

We’d driven like hell to get her here after she passed out in the forest. Thankfully, the doctors seem to think it was her body being overwhelmed by the new bond, the heat spike, and our escape. They are still keeping her overnight as a precaution.

“I know, okay?” Running my hand through my hair for the hundredth time since we got here, I frown at my feet. Maybe I got too lost in my instincts and rushed into bonding her, but I can’t bring myself to regret it. Not when I can feel her in my heart. “Her perfume sent me into a fucking rut, so it’s not like I was clear-minded enough to stop myself. Honestly, this is probably a good thing. She needs a bond to stabilize her. Doctor Russell said as much.”

“But what if your bond doesn’t work?” Nexus asks quietly, his eyes glued to our girl. “Omen told us it had to come from me to counteract the partial bondmark I left after her heat in Boston.”

Blowing out a breath, I let my shoulders droop. “Then we cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, we hope my bond works, and that Omen doesn’t hate me for it when she wakes up.”

Thinking back on everything that happened, I wish I would have gotten to enjoy her body for the first time someplace much more sanitary, but those fucking mercenaries chasing us ruined any chance of this spike taking place somewhere safe. How did they even find us? “We need to call Donovan.”

“I already did,” Titan tells me. “As soon as we got the emergency text from you, I let him know what was happening. He sent the local police to join us in our search, and said he would meet us here.”

Nodding several times, I watch as Omen starts to shift on the bed. At least he will be able to help us figure out what to do from here. If we can’t leave the house without them finding her, we won’t, but I’m afraid they may escalate to attacking the house if we go that route.

“She’s waking up,” Callisto mutters, brushing past me to take one of the chairs by her side. Nexus hurries after him, taking the opposite side, leaving me and Titan to claim the end of the bed.

Nerves flutter in my stomach, and confusion fills my bond. I can tell the latter is from Omen. I hold my breath, waiting for the moment she realizes what I’ve done.