Page 70 of Knot His Beast
The coppery, citrus tang of his blood fills my mouth, coating my tongue and throat as my teeth pierce his skin. Bentley groans as he starts thrusting up into me, his knot so swollen he can barely move, but it’s just enough to send me over the edge again, and I make sure to drag my alpha with me. Our mutual climax is endless and euphoric, it’s life changing, and as the last of my cum shoots across his stomach and I release his throat, I can’t help the way my entire body shudders.
“Mine now, huh, baby?”
I nod as I lean down and press a kiss to his lips. “Yours now, and you’re mine.”
Bentley reaches up and pushes my hair out of my face with a soft smile. “I’ve always been yours, Tav, and nothing was ever going to change that.”
I just smile and kiss him again before laying against his chest, a feeling of contentment and completion flooding me for the first time in my entire life.
And that’s a feeling I don’t ever want to go away.
Bentley
I can’t stop smiling as I drive back to our loft with Tav and our babies. My omega is finally bonded to me, and the twins’ bodies went to the good cause of feeding the pigs. Tav went a little green when he heard their bones being ground up, but I found ways to distract him. We had sex once more in the truck, and then it was time to go home.
No evidence is left in the truck since I scrubbed everything down, and we managed not to get any blood on ourselves. Now, we have to explain why we’re a half hour late meeting my dad for dinner.
A dinner that hasn’t been cooked yet. Fuck me, he’s definitely going to have questions.
“Hey, Dad,” I call out, jumping out of the truck.
His hair is hidden by the wide brim of a hat, and his arms are folded as he glances from the broken door to me. His powerful gaze softens as he sees Tav get out of the vehicle with Bella and Floyd, and I hope against hope that’ll stop the flood of questions.
This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten away with murder, though I do try not to make killing people a habit.
“Sorry we’re late,” I add, hurrying over to help Tav.
It’s not until my father sees my omega’s face as we step under the floodlight that he fucking growls.
“What the hell happened?” he asks. “The door is hanging wide open, so I wondered if there was a break in. Except, there was no one here.”
“We had an errand to run,” Tav admits, his teeth worrying his bottom lip. It manages to split it open even more and I gently reach out to tap his mouth so he’ll release it.
“I see.”
I’m not sure what my father sees because we haven’t told him fuck all, but I know the evidence of an assault is written all over my omega’s face. His shoulders are rounded as if he’s worried he’s going to be in trouble, and he’s having a really hard time meeting my father’s eyes. Octavian doesn’t lie nearly as well as I do.
“Well, I guess there’s nothing to be done except to fix this door and order take out. I already have a delivery of supplies coming from the hardware shop. It’s amazing what you canorder on an app in a big city, isn’t it? It should all be here in a few minutes. Bentley, you go see if there’s anyone in the building.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply immediately. I’m kind of out of it, and only my name is helping to snap me to attention. My father is here, and he’s not going to make problems for us.
I may be more affected by Tav’s assault than I’m willing to admit. I acted in the moment, and I still haven’t stopped moving. If there’s anything else, I can handle it on the fly. I begin to catalog in my mind what I may need to hide or put away before my father comes upstairs to the loft while I wait for my escape.
“You have your gun don’t you? They wouldn’t let me take mine on the damn plane.”
The grumble makes me chuckle, and I nod.
“Yes, sir. I’ll head upstairs to see if there’s anything else disturbed.”
It’s as if he and I are playing a game, because I’ve already killed the intruders and the house has been scrubbed. The heavy lifting is all done. Unfortunately, there are still bags of broken shit by the front door of the loft to be thrown out, and I may have also broken said door on Kyle’s face when I kicked it.
“Oh. Ah, Octavian, this is my father, Leif Walker,” I mumble. God, I’m seriously out of sorts today. Figures I’d get away with murder, and then turn into a bumbling teenager in front of my father.
“I’ll keep him company,” Dad drawls, reassuring me.
“Are you okay with that, baby?” I ask, making sure Tav focuses on me.
“Yeah. I think I will be.” I can feel through our growing bond that he means it too. There’s no anxiety, just concern that my dad may not like him.
