Page 112 of Retribution

“I’ll fucking cut it off,” I snarl as I bounce on his dick. “Science has come a long way. Maybe Lucas will buy you a strap on too.”

“Overshare,” he growls. “Goddamn, you’re a feral little omega.”

“Edge me and see how much worse I can get.”

“Give a girl a really good heat, and she’ll make your life a blood soaked nightmare,” he chuckles. “I’m close. Your cunt is the best?—”

“Watch your next words, Alpha.”

“It’s the best I’ll ever have or want,” he finished. “Come with me.”

I feel a wash of amusement and love through the bond, and I gasp with how strong it is. Grant has tricks up his sleeve. I don’t know how this works, yet here he is using the bond to make me come.

And it works.

Screaming as my body draws tight from the force of it, all I can do is fall apart as my alpha holds me tightly. Grant fucks up into my cunt as I come, making the sexiest fucking noises. I amsqueezing his dick tightly as I slick all over him, and I can tell that he’s losing his mind.

“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock,” he groans. “I’m addicted to you. I hope you’re prepared to deal with that.”

Haven’t you always been?

Grant shudders as he finds his release, and I get my answer pushed through the bond.

I don’t have to hide anymore, and that means I’ll be even worse.

Well fuck.

I’m sitting at the cutest little table by a bay window, which I’m told is stormproof, bulletproof, and indestructible. That’s not even the most ridiculous part.

When Grant said that bad girls get punished, he didn’t mean by edging me, not really.

Though I feel like it. Grant smirks against my cheek as he shifts with me on his lap. He pulled me toward him when I went to sit next to him, and pushed his cock inside of me. I’m wearing a giant sweatshirt and not much else, and now I’m warming my alpha’s warm, thick, very pierced dick.

Leaning against his chest, I smirk as he makes a noise as I shift in my seated position. While I’m fresh out of the shower and clean, it doesn’t take long before I’m slicking because I’m surrounded by my alphas.

“You okay there?” Lucas asks, brow raised.

“Mmhmm,” I say.

“You feel…odd.”

“I have no idea how to work this whole bond mind meld thing,” I grumble. Oliver chuckles behind his hand as he chews, his cheeks filling with color as I glare at him.

“As the bonds get stronger, it’ll be hard not to have us in your head and you in ours,” Oliver adds.

He’s the only one that I haven’t bitten yet. It just didn’t happen during my heat.

However, I’m covered in other alpha bites and incredibly happy about them. Even if the alpha is very like the dick that I’m currently impaled on. It’s all I can fucking think about.

“You need to eat,” Grant growls, picking up his fork. Since I’m in his lap anyway, I guess we’re sharing food.

Opening my mouth, I make eye contact with Alesso as I wrap my lips around the fork. Leila passed out in the rocker that the guys were playing with her in, and since she’s fully strapped in, that’s where she’s staying.

Now, I get to play and not have to worry that I’m a terrible mother.

“I have questions,” Grant says in my ear just as I clamp down around his cock. He chokes, his arm wrapping around my waist, and I catch the fork as he drops it.

My food now. Cutting a piece of butternut squash, I take a bite as I begin what is my equivalent of omega warfare.