Page 46 of Unhinged

And I’m losing my fucking mind.

Then she stands up, backing away from me with a shit-eating grin on her face.

Dangerous. Fucking stunning.

“Omega…” I warn, already wrecked.

She doesn’t say anything. Just hooks her fingers in the sides of her thong and slides it down her legs real slow. Her legs are long, strong, and when she kicks that little scrap of fabric away, she’s standing there in nothing but those stupid white ankle socks.

And it takes every ounce of control I have over my alpha to not snap these cuffs and take her like I want to.

Her pussy’s soaked. Slick dripping down her thighs. Glinting under the shitty basement light like it’s calling my name. If this chair had arms, I’d have her stand on them and sit right on my face. Swear to God I’d never come up for air.

But this chair sucks.

Still, I’ll take what I can get.

She walks back to me all hips, not even a hint of nerves left. Just confidence. Pure omega instinct. She looks like a sexy little psycho who might kill me or fuck me into a coma. Honestly, I’m good with either.

She leans down and pops the button on my jeans. No hesitation. Like I’m just hers to unwrap. I lift my hips the best I can with my wrists cuffed and my ankles tied. She gets my jeans and boxers low enough and my cock springs out, already hard, already leaking.

She raises her brows a little. “What do we have here?”

Then she wraps her fingers around my shaft. Her thumb brushes over both my piercings—one through the slit, one underneath—and fuck, it’s like a bolt of lightning straight through me.

“Shit,” I hiss, barely able to hold still.

She grins like she’s proud of herself. Then drops to her knees in front of me. I’ve never seen anything hotter. She strokes me slow, eyes locked on my cock like it’s a puzzle she’s gonna figure out.

Then she licks me.

Slow.

From the base to the tip, tongue dragging the whole way, and I can’t even breathe. She swirls her tongue over the head, right where my piercings are, and my vision actually blurs.

“You taste sweet but tart,” she says against me. “Like candy. The kind I wanna eat every day.”

“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my head back against the chair. “You can suck my cock every day, baby. Just say the word.”

And then she does it.

She takes me in. Mouth hot and wet and perfect.

And I’m gone.

Totally fucking gone.

She bobs up and down on my cock, slow and steady at first, like she’s teasing us both. My hips twitch, but I can’t thrust—not like this. Can’t even weave my fingers through her hair to help guide her movements. All I can do is groan and take it.

Her slick fills the room, thick and sweet. I can taste it in the air like honey dripping off the walls. My own scent rises to meet it; bergamot, lemon, black currant, twisting around her orange and jasmine until the whole room feels drunk on us.

“Gidge,” I rasp. “Not made of steel, babe. Fuck me. ”

She lifts her head, eyes glinting.

“What do you say?” she asks, popping off my dick.

“Please.”

Her mouth curves into a smug little smile. “Good Alpha.”

Then she stands just long enough to straddle me again, one hand wrapping around my cock as she lines herself up. I groan the second she touches me. I feel the slick on my tip.

Warm. Wet. Heaven.

She sinks down, slowly. My head knocks back, breath catching.

She stops when just the head is inside, looking at me, serious now.

“This is only my second time,” she says.

“You’re a professional,” I joke, trying to breathe through the tight heat gripping me already.

She smiles and sinks the rest of the way down until her ass is flush with my thighs and my knot presses against her entrance. My whole body jerks. She moves up, then back down.

Confident. Hot as sin.

I moan like a fucking rookie. She feels like warm silk. Like she was made for me. Her hands land on my shoulders and she picks up the pace. Bouncing harder. Her tits move with her, and I can’t look anywhere else.

“Fuck, Acid.”

“ That’s right, Gidge. Take what you need.”

She rides me faster now, hips slapping against my thighs, her slick making everything so fucking wet and loud and real.

“Your piercing hits me just right.”

I groan. “Good. I’ll get ten more if you never stop making those noises.”

She whines, head tilting back, and I swear I feel her start to flutter around me. She’s close. Real close.

“I’m close,” she whispers, confirming what I knew.

“Touch yourself,” I grit, the words rough like they’re being dragged straight from my throat.

“What?”

“Use your fingers. Play with your clit, omega. You know what you like.”

She doesn’t argue. Her hand slides down between us, fingers moving in quick little circles. Her whole body trembles.

“Fuck,” she gasps, bouncing harder.

“That’s it, Gidge. Fuck. Ride me, baby.”

She throws her head back, crying out again and again, her body getting tighter and tighter around me.

I hold off as long as I can. I don’t want to come until she does. It’s torture. I’m shaking with the effort.

Then she slams down one more time and screams.

Her cunt clamps down on me, strangling my cock as my knot swells and pops inside her. She whimpers, moaning through her orgasm as I finally let go, roaring as I come deep, rope after rope of cum pumping into her.

I’ve never knotted anyone before. Didn’t think it would be like this. Didn’t know it would feel so… right.

She’s still panting when she starts to panic. Her eyes go wide. She tries to move, to stand—but she can’t. She lets out a sharp noise and I see the fear flash behind her eyes.

“Shhh,” I say fast. The panic in her voice cuts right through me. I jerk at the cuffs, twisting my wrists hard—once, then again. The metal digs into my skin, but I don’t care. I grit my teeth and yank hard. The cuffs give with a sharp snap, sending a jolt through my arms. I’m free.

I grab her and pull her tight against me, wrapping my arms around her. “Shhh. It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“I’ve never been knotted… not since that night,” she chokes out. “I didn’t mean to—I didn’t want?—”

Her chest is heaving. She’s spiraling.

“Brydgett!” I bark.

She snaps her head toward me. Her face is pale as a ghost.

“You didn’t mean to. I know. You were in the zone. It just happened. You’re okay. Does it hurt?”

“No,” she says. “It feels good. Fuck—I’m horny again already.”

I chuckle, soft. “That’s normal. You’ll be able to get up as soon as it deflates. We’re okay. We’re okay, right? Shit—this is my fault. I’m sorry.”

“No,” she snaps. “I was in control. I just got carried away. I’m good. We’re good. It just… took me back for a second. But this—this is different. So different.”

We sit like that—me still inside her, knot keeping us locked—while I whisper against her ear.

“You’re perfect. You’re safe. You’re amazing.”

When it finally goes down, she stands, a little wobbly but solid. She dresses fast. I shake out my hands, roll my shoulders, and she unties my ankles.

I stand and scoop her into my arms before she can say anything, pressing her back against the cold wall and kissing the fuck out of her.

“You’re mine, Gidge,” I murmur, breathless against her lips. “No matter where you go. No matter what you do. You’re mine. I’ll protect you always. Even if it means shooting the other two.”

She giggles, forehead resting against mine. “Being yours and Arrow’s is growing on me.”

“And Gears?”

She rolls her eyes. “He’s an asshole. But yeah… him too.”

“Good,” I growl, kissing her again. “We’re not perfect, babe—but you’re ours now. And we don’t let go.”

She kisses me back, softer this time. Then sets her feet on the floor.

“Sleep in my bed tonight?” she asks.

“Done,” I say. “I’ll never leave.”

She rolls her eyes and heads upstairs, hips swaying like she doesn’t know what she just did to me.

I’m left in the basement, pants half down, cock still twitching, surrounded by the thick scent of sex and omega heat.

My killing room smells like her now.

Well, fuck.

I can’t have my victims enjoying themselves before they die.