Chapter Twenty-Two #2
His other hand slides down to test my opening, and he purrs louder when he finds me wet and willing.
He releases my dick and the sudden absence of touch almost hurts, but then I feel him pressing a fingertip inside me, and I forget about it.
He sinks deep, adding another finger, and I groan as I come up onto my elbows so I can watch him.
He shoves his own pants down, and I only get a quick moment to see him exposed and leaking before he pushes me back, looming over me.
His eyes are hard, his jaw set. This is it.
He's going to fuck me, and he may not even fully remember doing it because he's still so wild with the need to protect and keep me.
One of his hands wraps around the back of my thigh, pushing and pinning my leg back, his other hand simultaneously sliding between us to line himself up.
He's going to regret this. He's going to be so sad when he calms down and comes back to himself and realizes that the first time he fucked me, he did it angry, with blood all over him.
He's going to get mad all over again when he sees the traces of the dead Alpha's blood staining our clothes and marring my skin.
He's going to regret this so much, but there's nothing I can do right now to change it.
His hips surge forward, his thick head stretching me open as he pierces me. Fuck, it does hurt. It burns. It's been so long since… My teeth grind against each other as my jaw clenches. Fuck.
He pulls back, keeping the head inside, and wraps both his hands around my thighs, using his weight to keep them spread wide.
His eyes are trained on our joining, grunting as he thrusts back inside me.
I can feel the change in him coming, but it's coming too slowly to make this more gentle.
His hips snap as he fucks me, making that thick slapping sound with each impact.
His eyes flicker up to mine when I make a sound, a whimper, not really a painful sound, but I'm so overwhelmed with everything that it feels like he's forcing the noise out of my mouth.
The purr he's kept up takes on a louder, rolling quality, and he bends over to cover his mark on my shoulder with his lips and tongue again.
The wet warmth of his mouth over the mark floods me with slick again as I sigh and relax into the harsh strokes he's giving me.
I let my hand snake down to squeeze my erection. The friction from our bodies was sending me reeling, but this is better. Touching myself gives me something to focus on, even as it makes the aching need so much sharper.
Brooks is settling into a steady pounding rhythm now.
God, it feels as good as it hurts. I wasn't ready for him.
I was soaked and accepting, but I wasn't ready for his size or the brutality of his thrusts.
Every stroke is so deep, bringing sounds from me that I don't even realize I'm making.
It's so good that I lose myself in it, letting go and allowing myself to just feel.
Then his teeth press into my skin. Pressing, pressing, pressing, making it feel like a delicious bruise until I whine because a bite would be so much better.
I tip my head to the side, giving him more room to do whatever he needs to do, giving myself to him completely.
Instinct drives him to claim, to take, and I welcome it. I want it. I want him.
He doesn't bite into me again, though. He just keeps that constant, deep pressure while he purrs and growls and groans with every stroke, viciously driving into me.
It probably hurts too much. I might be sore and raw tomorrow, but right now I'm lost in it.
Tomorrow doesn't matter when he's taking me so deeply.
My free hand reaches up to the back of his head, raking through his hair and holding him to me, keeping his mouth right where it is.
I moan his name and try to keep the same punishing rhythm of his thrusts even though my fist barely has enough room to move between the tight fit of our bodies.
Between one stroke and the next, I feel his knot forming.
I want it. I'm terrified of it, but I want it.
I want that connection with him so much.
Instinct has me spreading wider and releasing more slick in preparation of being knotted.
It takes seconds for the scent of it to filter up to Brooks, and he growls as he adjusts the angle.
“Yessss,” I hiss. “Give it to me, Valla.”
He raises up onto his arms, lips curled and baring sharp teeth as he snaps his hips, grunting as he pushes past the tight constriction of my entrance.
He thrusts again and again, making determined and desperate sounds while I gasp his name and jerk my dick faster, harder.
I force my eyes to stay open so I can watch his face.
Even if he isn't fully conscious of himself or what's happening, I am, and I want to see it.
I want to remember it. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown.
Then his hips stutter, and I know it's time.
“Please, Brooks,” I moan. “Cum for me. Let me feel it.”
He thrusts again, dropping his head as he fully seats himself.
The swell of his knot is the most delicious thing I can remember feeling.
The pressure of just the feel of him combined with the feel of the knot jerking inside me as it releases and fills me is enough to make my eyes roll back so far that it aches.
I'm still stroking my own cock, desperate to cum, when he makes the most gut-wrenching, horrible sound of sorrow. His head slowly lifts and his eyes have lost every drop of darkness.
I stop moving and let go of my poor, swollen flesh so I can comfort him. I reach up and grasp the back of his neck, letting my thumb drag across his jaw. “It's okay, Brooks. I'm okay.”
He shakes his head and looks away from me. He would get up and leave, but we're locked together. That hurts. The fact that he'd leave me... That hurts a lot.
“I'm sorry,” he finally chokes out after a few minutes. “Oh, god. I'm so sorry, Laz. I didn't mean for it to—“ He takes a shuddering breath that makes me shiver. “I hurt you. You weren't ready, and I just... I just...”
“I'm okay, Brooks,” I repeat softly, trying to keep the tremble from my voice. “It's okay. It won't last long.”
His head turns quickly, his gaze locking on mine again. “What?”
It's my turn to look away. I don't want to see him struggle to stay in this moment. “This,” I say, tipping my chin down. “Being stuck. It won't last long, and then you can go.”
“I...” he starts. “What? What do you mean? You're hurt. I am hurting you.”
I smile gently and glance at him. “Just a little. But I wanted it. I asked for it.”
“You did?” His voice is small. I've never heard him sound this way.
“I did,” I nod. “I promise.”
Then another regretful sound pours out of him. “You didn't even get to finish. I fucked it all up.”
“It's not too late,” I say, biting my lip. “I can. If you want me to.”
“Of course, I want you to,” he barks.
I move my hand back to my semi-hard length, wrapping my fingers around it and preparing for the empty feeling of making myself cum while the person I'm locked to passively watches.
“What are you fucking doing?” he snarls, snatching my wrist and pulling my hand away.
“I thought you wanted me to finish?”
He growls, low and deep, laced with the remainder of his aggression. “Do you really think I'd allow you to jerk off when I'm inside you?” He moves my hand above my head, pressing it against the floor. “I get to make you cum. Me.”
He wraps his hand around me and starts to slowly move it up and down. “I'll do better than this, Laz. I swear to you, I will. I'll be better.”
My body grows hard again under his attention. Brooks moves his hips slightly, letting his knot drag across and press against all the best places inside me as my eyes flutter shut and I sigh with the pleasure of it.
“Jesus fuck,” Brooks exclaims harshly. “Your shoulder.”
I smile up at him, relishing the tug inside me as I move my hips gently against him.
“I asked for that, too.” My words come out a little slurred.
The warm pressure from his knot and trapped release combined with the orgasm he's quickly guiding me to is going to put me into that glorious pause that Omegas want and need so much. “Don't stop,” I mumble.
“You're almost there, baby,” Brooks croons. “Do you need me to go faster?”
I shake my head, feeling sluggish and heavy. “Just like that. So good.”
He leans down and presses a kiss against my lips, then my cheek, then my jaw just under my ear. I offer my neck to him again, giving myself to him all over again now that he's aware of it. He resumes his purr, placing soft kisses down my neck and then over the massacre I'm sure my shoulder is.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers after each kiss.
I want to tell him not to be, that everything he did made my toes curl, but I can't form the words. All I can do is sink my fingers into his hair and hold him against me as the orgasm finally crests and washes over me, taking my breath and pulling me under.
“There you go,” Brooks whispers against my skin. “I've got you.”
I nod and let myself drift away with a dopey smile on my face, completely secure in the fact that I know he has me. I think he always has.