Page 105 of The Gift
“Knot me, alpha, in front of them.” My hand flails around, trying to pull him closer, but he grabs and holds it with one hand against my back so he has an anchor for his speed and an easier way to manoeuvre me. He fills my ears with his heavy grunts and pained groans and it’s like music that feeds my soul.
He moves us again, his need making him act erratically or maybe he’s now comfortable enough to be himself. He’s desperate, nearly frantic, and I think he’s stumbling backwards, but he grabs behind him, pulling his chair back somehow before lowering down. The second his ass hits, his knot forces its way inside my body. I come again so hard, I scream, and my eyes squeeze shut as I’m nearly blown apart by the intensity of the orgasm.
Henley’s hands dig into the outside of my hips again, he drives upwards until I can’t utter a sentence and nothing but incredible pleasure strums through every part of me.
He fucks me so good I think I start speaking another language, and when he starts shooting his seed into the deepest part of my body, he stuns me. His blunt teeth drop to the valley of my shoulder and my neck as he cuts through my orgasmic obliteration and claims me as pack.
Under the stars. In front of them.
I honestly think I black out—cockmatised and free falling in his claim—the beautiful night plunges into darkness. The tea candles though confirm maybe I’m not completely mindless, divinely ruined by the man behind me.
“Ashton.” Henley barks instantly, his hand holding me to his chest as he spins and drops low.
“Jesus, Henley, we are fucking like that morning, noon and night.” I laugh giddily, his body wrapped around me so thoroughly I swear he’s my skin.
“Shh,” Koda says into my ear as he appeared out of nowhere, his hands pulling me off Henley and dragging my clothes down, “this place can’t have blackouts. We’ve got generators.”
“What?” part of what Koda says cuts through my high.
“Ash is taking you back to our suite. We’ll be there soon.”
A kiss on my head and then Koda disappears into the shadows; he becomes one himself. Reno is already gone. Henley wraps his hands around my face, dropping a wicked hard and fast kiss to my lips as Ashton helps me to standing.
“Look after my insightful, bossy omega, Ashton. I need her.” Henley kisses me again before he too vanishes.
I am so come-struck, my brain is a puddle of endorphins and it takes me longer than it should to realise that shit really did go south. In the place where we should be our safest. We just entered Crapsville.
Ashton scoops me up by my hips and urges me forward with his hand on my lower back. Keeping his body behind me, he crouches us both down and we start to move away. One of my heels sinks in the dirt, making me nearly sprawl on my face. Wordlessly he plucks my shoes from feet so we can run, leaving our wonderful night behind us.
A low siren starts wailing, it’s an urgent noise, made more so by the lack of lights. We dodge and weave our way through the night. I trip again, and silently, Ashton stops and crouches low so I can climb on his back. As soon as my legs lock around his waist we pick up speed.
“Nearly there, Bailey girl. Might be a false alarm but…” He turns slightly to whisper back at me. I wish I believed him, but Ashton is like a ghost of himself, or tonight I really am learning about the many faces of Pack Bailey. Ashton’s body is unyielding, and under his skin I feel everything locking down. His breathing even changes under my hand. I follow the intentional slowing he does, for the most part.
Shouting in the distance is more proof his statement is wrong.
“I was really looking forward to sucking and fucking you against the front door to our suite under the stars.” He’s speaking softly, and we’re so far away from the restaurant, the darkness and the landscaping hiding it all away. Maybe Ashton is trying to allay my rising panic or the sense of impending doom that follows behind us.
“You knew all night what I was going to do, didn’t you? You even told him to save those panties. You saw how hard my cock was every time I reached over to feed you. Jesus, and my knot has been pulsing since you walked out of the shower. It’s such a shame we’re not going to fuck under the stars, they would have been able to scent how good I was treating you through the door, your slick would have been dripping on my shoes. Now they get to watch.”
Something hits me, making me cry out.
I wish it was me vocalising how amazing that sounded, or even in barking laughter. But it’s not. Another hard whack against my back, before what feels like a blistering fire starts in my shoulder, a soft grunt from Ashton rings in my ears though it doesn’t tell me what’s happening either.
“Quiet,” he snaps in my ear, somehow infusing the quiet command with his alpha abilities, rendering me submissively compliant and unable to do anything. His grip on my legs changes as he spins me off his back and to his chest.
He pulls back, his face emotionless, his eyes cold. They flash on mine, before he looks down my chest and then he goes on full watch mode, holding me tighter with one hand. From the smallest space between us floats up the unmistakable scent of blood, warm and fresh, rusting iron rich.
A whimper barely leaves my lips, and he’s hushing it away at the same time of crouching low, moving us forward, our pace changing, speed no longer a factor, shelter is now.
“Tell me what you see behind me,” he barks without volume. His words in my ear hardly making a sound, but the way he says it leaves me again completely compliant and tasked with scouring the darkness, looking for something.
My body does one thing, my mind does another and I struggle in his arms, fighting to free myself, but he won’t let go. Instincts tell me I need to run. I stumble in his arms, impossible given Ashton’s strength, yet I stagger like I’m falling or his struggling to hold me.
Even though he said no words to confirm, I whimper and cry out, finally fucking understanding I’m hurt and bleeding, and with that realisation the world comes crashing down on me. Slumping against Ashton, I can’t even warn him of the change in the shadows. I want to say it’s Koda, but the fury in his eyes, the anger pouring off him makes it hard to say for sure.
When he touches me though, I know it’s Koda. I cry out, relieved and frightened, the pain bursting to life again.
“Sleep.”
