Forget Me Knot (PoisonVerse #2), page 29
We both moved at the same time, and she all but threw herself at me. Her lips were crushing mine, her hands winding around my head and neck, and her legs wrapped around my waist as I staggered one pace back, grabbing at her clothing wildly as if I might just tear it right off.
When my back hit the wall, she shifted up so she was looking down at me and her wild waves were curtaining our faces; a little pocket of bliss, in which the wet diamonds glittering in her eyes meant nothing at all, and there was nothing to fear beyond this room.
Her chest heaved, her curved nose brushed mine, and she smiled. I squeezed the perfect flesh of her ass and she let out a breathy noise before dragging her lips to mine again.
This was it. The thing a part of me had been waiting for since the first time she turned up at my door, all hard edges and perfectly tied up hair.
She was feral inside, more even than Ice.
Ice was something soft, covered in blades. She was something wild, tamped down by the world she was forced to please.
But not here. Not in this room with me. Never with any of our pack.
I don’t know how we got there, but I was pinning her to the bed, not a care for the buttons of her shirt as I ripped them free. She was captivating, the silken skin of her breasts pressed against the black lace bra she was wearing. It was the same lace she’d worn when she’d been with me during my rut.
She had saved me from that. Just like she had saved us all.
I needed more. She was fighting for the clasp, but instincts were gripping me. For the first time they weren’t pure violence and aggression, they were made of lust and desire.
I needed to have her. To claim her.
I leaned down, catching the dark tip of her nipple in my mouth. She loosed a whine, the fingers fighting her bra dropping away. I didn’t care, taking it and snapping it away with ease, enraptured as her breasts came free. I groaned, dragging her against me as I took her nipple in my mouth again, the palm of my other hand squeezing her other breast.
She was perfect.
As perfect as Ice was. For a moment, I was stolen by the image of them together. Of King behind them.
I imagined being the one behind her, gripping her hips as I pressed her over Ice’s hard cock.
Shit.
She gasped, and I realised my aura had hit the air. Still, it was lust and no aggression. I drew away, brows furrowed, checking myself. “Sorry.”
She reached up, nails digging into my chin as she drew me close. “Ruin me, Arsenal. Make me forget.”
A growl rose in my throat, though I did force my aura back. It was too dangerous to be holding her with it out. Even for the most controlled of alphas, things could go wrong. And I was far from the most controlled alpha. Usually, that thought would wound me, but right now I could see in her eyes that it was exactly why she wanted me.
I tugged on her panties, dragging them over her smooth legs before leaning back to rip my shirt off. I was snagged by her beauty. She was panting, fingers digging into sheets, her whole body bare but for the delicate golden necklace that hung on her neck. Her hair was wild, tangled across the bed behind her. A mane of chocolate waves that tumbled down to her hips. I liked it better like that than the straight hair and buns I’d first seen her in.
The room was suddenly filled with the heated scent of lavender and brownies. There was an edge of need to it as she lay before me. Smooth, golden skin, full breasts, her knees bent and legs parted. From here, I could see she was wet for me, and even more blood rushed to my cock.
I realised I’d just been staring at her, my brain short circuiting like it couldn’t figure out if we were dreaming or not.
Before I made it weird, I forced myself back to action, tearing off my jeans and freeing my erection. Her eyes slid to it, her pretty pink lips parted slightly, and I paused, holding my swelling knot for a moment and enjoying the flash of want in her eyes.
The rise and fall of her chest intensified as she looked at it, and then her gaze darted back to me, her brow pinching.
In those sapphire eyes right now was her need for me.
I wanted to see that forever.
THIRTY-EIGHT
Onyx
Arsenal was handsome; that was undeniable. But the sheer godliness of what he was hiding beneath his clothing was—simply put—unfair. His tattoos tangled down his chest with perfect emphasis on all of his muscle. And fuck, did he have muscles. I was riveted by him, by every chiselled edge, the tattoos that tapered off just at the top of the V that dipped to his hips.
And holy hell, his cock was massive.
He was gripping it right now, palm stroking it slowly as he stared at me. Why was he waiting? I whined.
I needed him.
My scent had to be smothering. It was so strong I swear I could practically drown in it.
His scent was different too, tangled with lust, and for the first time there was no charred edge to the chestnuts and honey.
I licked my lips as his eyes continued to roam my body. “Don’t you dare pull a Malakai on me now,” I breathed, trying not to let on how fucking desperate I was.
“Mal didn’t fuck you?”
“No.” Shit. The spark in his eyes told me that might have been the wrong thing to say.
“But he punished you?”
I bit my lip as he chuckled, finally dropping down on the bed and caging me in. “We all heard that, Sweetheart,” he breathed in my ear.
I wound my fingers around his neck, dragging him into a kiss.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“So desperate, Duchess.”
But I was. Another whine slipped from my lips. Mal was one thing, but Arsenal was one step away from feral. I’d just been witness to that. “I need you,” I moaned.
Arsenal tensed and his pupils blew wide, a growl rising up his throat. Then his fingers bit down on my thigh, pushing my legs open, and I felt his tip against my entrance.
The moan that slipped out was not intentional. I lifted my hips toward him. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him right now.
I held his gaze as my chest heaved and he slowly pressed his tip into me. He was so wide I groaned, desperate.
“Fuck. Me!” I demanded. I was soaked.
He snarled and then drove his cock into me without hesitation. I let out a moan of pleasure as his fingers dug into my hips and he began slamming into me at a ruthless pace, his massive cock stretching me tight.
“Yes,” I moaned, fingers closing around the sheets as pleasure rocketed through my body. Every time he thrust in, I could feel his knot. I was out of breath, my lips parted, my faculties entirely gone as I stared up at him completely dazed.
There was a cocky grin on his face as he saw my expression, and he hooked my knees under his arms and shifted them closer to my chest. The sound I made as he drove into me was feral, my back arching toward him as he slammed into my core, sending lightning through my veins.
His fingers curled through my hair, tilting my chin up. “Look at me while I ruin you, Duchess,” he growled.
My eyes snapped to his as he drove in again. This time I let out a whimper at the pleasure of it, but he didn’t draw out straight away, resting his knot against my entrance and pressing against me just slightly.
My nails dug into his arms as I stared up at him, unable to find words or form cohesive thoughts as lava burst through my veins.
“Say you’re ours, Onyx.”
“I’m…” I gasped. “I’m yours.” It was the truth. I realised, in that moment, that I wanted them. I wanted them forever, even though right now I didn’t know how we would make that happen.
So slowly, he drew out before slamming back in. I moaned again at the feeling of his knot connecting with my flesh.
“Please knot me,” I whimpered in a breathy tone.
He grinned, drawing his cock back, and each inch in which his length slid against my flesh was dizzying. Then he leaned close, driving back in. “You aren’t nearly ruined enough for that.”
Next thing I knew, he’d released my legs, his cock still buried in me. But then he dragged me off it as he spun me on my front, pressing me against the sheets but for my hips as he slammed into me again. I was soaked and moaning with each thrust, the trembling sounds I was making unrecognisable. I tried to push myself up, but my arms were shaking. His hand found my breasts, squeezing them roughly.
I was panting, his fingers twisting my nipple as my breast jolted at the thrusts of his cock, each tug sending a shock of pleasure through me.
I came without warning, my whole body seizing as wetness spilled from me and I cried out, buckling. He groaned, slowing his pace as if it were the only thing keeping him from finishing, but his fingers found my clit and he began working it rapidly. I shuddered, a feral whine spilling from my lips as I was seized by a shock of pleasure.
“Again, Duchess. You feel so good when you come for me.”
I cried out, clenching down on his cock for the second time as another rolling orgasm seized my body. I was panting by the time it was over, my chest pressed against the sheets I clutched, low moans rising in my chest with each of his slow thrusts.
His touch ran down my back, squeezing the flesh of my ass. I heard a low, contented rumble in his chest as he squeezed the flesh there still sore from Malakai’s bite. I shuddered at the vibration that travelled through his cock and right into my core, a thrill at the claim.
He kept up that rhythm, dragging my hips back against him for a while while I caught my breath. By the time I had, there was another threat of pleasure shivering through my body. I felt it grow each time his swollen knot touched me. Occasionally he would linger, nudging my entrance with it, as if enjoying the feeling of my pussy stretching just the slightest bit for him.
“Knot me,” I breathed. “Please, Alpha.”
Arsenal
Her body trembled beneath me, her cheek pressed to the sheets so one sapphire blue eye held mine as I rocked inside of her. She was recovering from the shuddering orgasm still.
Once more I nestled my knot against her, biting my lip at the momentary soaring pleasure of feeling her pussy stretch for it.
“Please knot me,” she whined.
I had to fight the primal urge to press it in immediately. Another shuddering growl rose up my throat and she shook. I just needed one more thing. I drew out, and then gently turned her on her back.
I wanted to see the ruin on her beautiful face as I forced her tight walls wide around me and held her there, milking me while I spilled inside of her.
Seeing her looking up at me sent me over that edge. I pressed into her, coming apart as I felt her tight walls trying to accommodate my knot. Her fingers tore at the sheets as she gasped. My hand came down on the bed, a great shuddering orgasm squeezing my knot in a vice, dragging me through another and another wave. I finally stopped when she was panting and shaking, absolutely spent.
Then I drew her up against me to little shudders as my knot shifted within her, and I lay against the headboard with her against my chest, our bodies connected.
She panted, resting her head against the crook of my neck, her wild hair tickling my arm and chest.
We sat like that for a while, the rise and fall of her chest calming as I held us together while I was locked within her.
“You’re perfect, Onyx,” I murmured in her ear. “I want you.”
She looked up at me, eyes wide. I pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Her brows bunched as she considered what I might mean by that.
“I want you in our pack,” I said, brushing her cheek, thumb lingering on her lips. “I want to see you come apart for them, too. I want to see you with Ice again. I want to keep you safe and make you happy for the rest of your life.”
She stared at me and for a moment, then tried tugging her chin from my grip, something anxious in her eyes, but I didn’t let her.
“Do you want us?”
“Of course…” She swallowed. “Of course I do.”
My heart skipped a beat. I’d asked. Hoped. And yet, to hear it from her…
“Bond with us.”
Fear flashed in her eyes. “You can’t… so soon. What about Viper?”
“We can manage. We’ll be a pack. We’ll figure it out, just like we’ll figure out everything else.”
Still, she looked so worried.
My voice was rough. “Take a bond with us.”
She couldn’t see it, but she was it. Our solution.
Our missing piece.
She stared at me, eyes darting back and forth desperately as if not sure what she’d just heard.
“Let me make it official. I don’t want anyone—not the world, not this fucker stalking you—to think for a second you don’t have a pack at your back.”
She was staring at me like I was mad. “I can’t.”
“Why? What difference does it make? We are going to protect you, but the bond will make it easier.”
She was shaking her head. “Viper isn’t fully healed. There’s still so much to figure out. I can’t be bonded with him until we’re sure it won’t hurt him.”
I swallowed, hating how her words made sense.
Viper was broken. I got that—we really, really didn’t have room for another broken pack member—but here we were. I wanted to respect that. And no matter how it grated—having an alpha flung into our pack with no hierarchy established—he had saved Ice.
Our omega would be dead, or worse, without him.
For that, we owed him.
“We need more information,” she said quietly. “If we get it, if he is better, then I will… consider it.”
“You’ll consider it?” I asked, dragging her closer, my voice a low growl.
“I’ll take it.” Her voice was shaky. But she nodded, as if trying to steel herself. “I’ll take your offer of a bond.”
I felt the broad grin on my face.
“And you better be thankful Ice found Viper. The three of you wouldn’t be able to handle two omegas.”
I snorted.
She was probably not wrong on that.
“And if this fucker keeps it up once you’re bonded, we can move across the country if that’s what it takes to get your happily ever after.”
I’d offer to move countries with her if that’s what it took, but the prospect of us moving out of the country at all was poor, given our history.
Would that put her in danger? What if the only solution to this fucker was to leave the country? If I bit her, I’d steal her chance at that—
“I don’t want to move,” she said. “I swore I wouldn’t.”
“Oh.”
“This city is my home. I love it. I’m not letting him take that from me as well.”
“Okay. New Oxford, our last stand.”
THIRTY-NINE
Malakai
“You’re all grouchy shits,” Ice declared after Viper had vanished to his car and returned. “We’re going to the roof.”
“We are?” I asked.
“It’s fucking cold,” King grumbled, rubbing his hands together.
“I don’t care. You have to bond,” Ice said.
“Bond?” I asked. For fuck’s sake. I side-eyed Viper, who had his hands in his pockets.
What had he and Ice been planning? Still, I followed them up, unable to deny Ice.
Ice happily plugged in some Edison lights that hung from the precarious wooden structure covered with a tarp. Then he comfortably tucked himself beneath a thick woollen blanket in the chair at Viper’s side. It seemed as though he were trying to make up for missed time with us all right now, but with Viper… Well, with Viper it was like he had a crush. There was just no other way to put it.
Viper dug in his pocket and pulled out a lighter and blunt.
Oh.
That was the plan.
Not actually a bad idea. I needed to fucking decompress, and King definitely did.
I huffed a laugh, but took a drag when Viper handed it to me.
It was oddly silent for a while as we passed the blunt around. I leaned back in my seat, watching the clouds pass over stars up ahead as the drug hit my system.
“So, what do you do for fun?” Viper asked, glancing around at us.
“Mal and Arsenal have the shop,” King said. I nodded. It was work, but we both enjoyed it. “And I…” King trailed off. “Not much, really.”
It wasn’t totally true. He liked going to the gym down the street. But I knew how insecure he was about going out. He spent a lot of time with us, or watching whatever sport was on.
Viper glanced at Ice, who shrugged.
“Only thing I’ve ever seen Ice enjoy is piercing people.”
“Piercings?” Viper asked.
“Yeh. Does it sometimes in the garage. Just locals.”
The piercing kit was the only gift Ice had ever seemed happy to receive from us, which checked out since the result was that he got to stick us with needles. Literally.
“For fun mostly,” Ice said. “Don’t charge or anything.” And he’d never wanted to make anything of it, since he was too scared to draw attention to himself.
“He pierced Mal,” King added.
“Where?” Viper peered at me.
I just leaned back on my seat, taking a longer drag of my blunt to hide my grin.
Viper snorted. “Shit, dude…” His gaze drifted down to my crotch. He got his confirmation by the smirk on Ice’s face. “More balls than I have.”
“You don’t look like I’d think a rich kid looks,” King noted. I noted the line of golden piercings along his ear and black gauges in his lobes, and beyond the piercings, there were tattoos creeping down even to his hands.
“Well, anything to piss off my old man.”
“How does bonding with a pack of criminals rank?”
“Surprisingly low, considering,” Viper snorted. “He just wanted me to get a bond. At this point, I don’t think he cares how it happened.”
“Do you?” I asked, curiously.
“Do I what?” Viper asked. “Care who you are?” He shook his head with a shrug. “Not really. You know I saw you in a few magazines—”
