Protected and Punished by V.T. Bonds

Author:V.T. Bonds [Bonds, V.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Lyc

I want to hear my name on her lips again. Over and over. Again and again until the end of time.

But she needs rest. Food. Water. A soft, warm place to recover.

I can only partially offer her one of those things, so I turn myself into a living shield, using my bulk to create a haven amidst the arena of death and decay.

Despite my body’s satisfaction, self-hatred and disgust boil within my blood. I took her too roughly, hurt her in ways no omega should ever suffer. I pummeled into her again and again, dominating her so thoroughly she forgot our dire circumstances.

Except she didn’t, did she? No, my little warrior has a better grip on our reality than I do. When my tip first sunk into her tight little body, the world ceased to exist. I thought of nothing but her. Nothing but her body’s needs. Nothing beyond the ravishing beauty of her soul.

I failed her in so many ways, and yet I protected her as best as I could.

Movement near my right side pulls a snarl from me, ecstasy rebounding between me and the omega trapped on my knot as her insides squeeze me into ruin. I sacrifice a hand, releasing her head and darting my arm to the threat. Wrapping my fingers around slippery digits, I twist my wrist and break the feral alpha’s pinky and ring finger, ending his attempt to grab my little warrior’s leg. He doesn’t scream, the pain a mere inconvenience compared to his torn shoulder and swollen face—his cheekbone no doubt cracked and his jaw dislocated.

I yank him up toward my shoulder and snatch his throat the moment I can reach it, digging my nails into the sides of his trachea. A jerk and a wrench later, he flops around and dies with a wet gurgle. I throw his larynx and push his disgusting body away from my lifemate, groaning at the perfection of our joined bodies as the movement sends cascades of release down my spine and through my cock.

Her breath hitches, but she remains limp underneath me. I flick my hand, ridding it of filth, crack my nose back into alignment, and return my palm to her head, cocooning her away from the world as best as I can.

Silence permeates through the room, broken only by my purr and the shifting of our flesh as I occasionally move to ensure her legs stay around me, my instinctual intermittent rocking of my hips keeping my knots engorged and my seed spilling from my tip.

Minutes stretch into hours. The stench of death encroaches on the bubble of delicious pheromones wrapped around us, hindering my lust and reminding me of our circumstances.

Tracing her brows, cheekbones, and jaw with my thumbs, I memorize and worship her features, needing the snapshots as motivation for the future.

The swell of her collarbone calls me, but I don’t bend to rest my teeth there, knowing I can’t mark her as I yearn to do. Curling to rub

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