Page 82 of Bonded By Christmas

It makes my heart feel like it’s ripping in two. She’s familiar, and I feel like I should know who she is, but my memory is gone. I don’t even know who I am.

“Mine,” I hear myself growl.

She sobs, nodding frantically. “I am.” With that, she bolts across the hallway, chucking herself at me.

I catch her, dragging her up my front.

There’s no way I should be touching something so delicate, especially when I’m stained in blood, but she pushes her mouth to mine.

I don’t have the heart to deny her, so I cradle her to my chest, kissing the fuck out of her in return. My hindbrain must be in charge because I find myself stomping down the hallway with her in tow.

The omega’s back bounces against the lockers as I rut up into her. Her fingers dig into the back of my neck, and every ounce of her desire seems to spill into me. It’s an unreal level of connection, only made more intense by her slick dripping down my bare cock.

I’m not an animal, but she makes me feel unhinged. Every inhale floods me with her pheromones, and the fury starts to subside.

“I told you he wouldn’t actually harm her,” Callum says, and it’s a shock to my system to know it’s his voice.

“We apparently weren’t included in that,” Wilder says.

I’d grimace if I wasn’t tongue deep in Lacey’s throat. It’s a relief to finally remember who I am and where we are.

Apparently, I won.

I’m also fairly sure I can taste Callum’s cum on her tongue. Flashes of the show he put on play through my mind. Hewinkedat me while I was busy cleaning the floor with those assholes. He’s lucky I’m distracted with my hands on Lacey’s ass. I’m confident I could fuck her through the lockers and strangle him one-handed.

Her pussy locks down on my cock, and I groan against her lips as it gets almost impossible to thrust. Her cunt is like a goddamn vise, and the way the first inch or so ripples, searching for a knot, is even more surreal.

If I hadn’t already bitten her, I’d sink my teeth in now. I settle for growling into the kiss as I empty deep inside her.

“This is getting tedious,” Wilder grumbles. “I’m ready to go home and climb into bed.”

Fuck.

The fog got me again.

“Here, switch places with me,” Callum says, sliding Lacey’s hands to rest on the back of the love seat rather than his shoulders. “She was trying to get my dick into her mouth, so ifyou sit on the back of the couch…” He chuckles. “Just don’t fall off the back. I’m not holding your ass up.”

Glancing down at the little omega, I’ve got her bent over the front of the love seat, and I’m locked inside her pussy.

Jesus.

It’s taking longer than I would like to fully come back to myself this time, but I’m grateful Callum and Wilder seem to be taking care of Lacey when my mind is too addled to manage.

Wilder scrambles onto the cushion and prepares to push himself up to be at mouth level for Lacey, but I wrap my hands around the front of her shins.

“Don’t bother,” I grunt, moving to kneel in front of the love seat.

The pressure around my knot is unreal as I direct Lacey on how to position her legs. She ends up squatting over me.

I fist her hair and guide her to lean forward. She moans, wrapping her palm around Wilder’s length.

“Jesus, beautiful. You’re feverish again,” he says, brushing his fingers over her cheek.

“Rut,” Lacey demands.

I frown.

It seems like she doesn’t understand that she could bounce on my dick, but I’ll chalk that up to her being overloaded.