Page 39 of Bound By Love
Don't even get me started on Vivian. If failure was a person, it would be me. During the hardest fucking time of her life, I hurt her. She was kidnapped, beaten, starved, and traumatized. Then she comes home and I make her run from me. I made hercry!
"Silas, my love." Kade's warmth surrounds me, but as much as I want to lean back against him, I don't deserve to. "What's going on in your head?"
The chill of the counter beneath my palms helps to ground me, and my feet ache from how long I've been standing in the kitchen. "Plenty of things," I mutter, not lifting my head or acknowledging him beyond my response.
Exhaustion and sadness drag my eyelids down. Even when Kade wraps his arm around me and spins my body to face him, I keep my eyes closed.I'm tired.I'm defeated.
"I miss you, Silas," Kade whispers. He's so close, and his fingertips tracing my jaw help me feel less alone. "Let me love you?"
It's a battle to keep my eyes from tearing up, but I manage. I don't want to talk anyway. I want my alpha to give me all of his attention and make the bad go away. Kade's all-consuming presence is exactly what I need to start this day off without spiraling into self-hatred.
"Kade," I say, a plea somewhere in my tone.Help me.
He hums and slips my sleep pants down my legs. "I got you." Hands on my hips, he hoists me onto the countertop and chuckles when I hiss at the chill on my asscheeks.
"Shit," I hiss. The curse turns into a moan as he deep throats my cock in one swift move. "Fuck, Kade."
Groaning around me, he bobs up and down, taking me like a man who's starved. The back of his throat is a hot vise around my cock head. His tongue licks and swirls, but his fucking cheeks? He knows just when to suck and tighten around me.
Alarm fills me when the pressure in my balls expands far faster than planned. "I'm gonna come!"
A mistake. Kade takes that as permission to pop off my dick and leave me wanting. He replaces his mouth with his hand; the firm grip and saliva dripping down my taint help me to forgive his rude edging.
"I want my teeth in your throat and your cum dripping from my fingers in the next five seconds, you hear me?" he snarls, and before I can truly acknowledge the demand, he snaps forward.
The bite of pain and roar of ecstasy through the bond as his teeth sink into the tender flesh near my pulse sends me careening over the edge with abandon. "KADE!"
Pulse after pulse of orgasmic bliss and heightened connection between us sends me into a state of pure contentment. He purrs for me as his hand milks me for every last drop.
He’s hard and ready against my thigh and when his tongue laps at the fresh bite mark I'm close to begging for more. I want to take care of him too. I'm aware his need to take care of me was as much for him as it was for me. Kade's drive is also to care and provide for his pack. Our omega crying because of us and refusing to talk to us last night is definitely weighing on him too. On all of us.
Before I can wrap my arms around his neck and tug him closer, he pulls back and raises his cum-coated fingers to his mouth. The eye contact is fucking erotic, and when his tongue darts out to clean his fingers, my dick perks back up. Just as I'mabout to open my mouth and ask him to fuck me on the kitchen island, a new scent of arousal reaches us.
Kade and I both whip our heads toward the stairs. I have to bite back a moan at the sight of Riot standing there with his cock tenting his sweatpants.
More. Both of them. I want both of them.
"Want a taste of our beta?" Kade holds his hand out in offering and licks his lips. The way he claims me for both of them is such a simple way to give his blessing.
Riot's eye zeros in on my half-mast cock and takes a deep inhale. Butterflies erupt in my stomach, nerves and excitement battling for control. I stay perfectly still hoping he'll do something.
Just when I think he's about to step forward, Vivian pads down the stairs and comes to an abrupt stop when she takes in the scene. Riot clears his throat and steps aside for her to move where she wants.
My nerves skyrocket and win the battle, making me blurt the stupidest thing I could right now. "Want to make a bet that Riot's going to need a cold shower now, princess?"
Vivian's lips don't even twitch. Not one ounce of humor or anything remotely positive filters through the bond.
Instead, she tucks her zip-up sweater tighter around her and beelines for the front door.
Fuck.
Twenty-Three
Vivian
Abite of pain in my pinky finger tries to stop me, but I won't.How are there so many fucking weeds in my garden already?!
They're sucking the life out of my beautiful flowers. Literally stealing the nutrients they need to grow and thrive. I've already lost petals and a few are beginning to droop.
