Chapter 4 #2
He moves to the other nipple, his gaze never leaving mine as he rolls the hardened nub between his fingers, watching the way my teeth catch my lower lip to keep from screaming.
“So sensitive,” he observes, his tone almost clinical if not for the hunger in his eyes.
Searing heat follows the path of his fingers as they skate down my ribs, tracing each bone like he’s committing them to memory. When his palm flattens across my stomach, my muscles jump and clench in a reflexive jerk.
I’m arching into him, writhing, making sounds I can’t control.
“Three years without this. Denying yourself.”
The air leaves me entirely when his hand slides lower, fingers wrapping around the length of my cock.
I scream, and rock into his fist shamelessly, rutting against his palm like I’d die without it. Maybe I will.
“Has anyone touched you?” His grip suddenly tightens at the base, forcing my hips to a painful, trembling standstill. “In three years, has anyone touched you like this?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, the darkness behind my lids swirling. The humiliation burns almost as hot as the need, a bitter taste in the back of my throat.
“No,” I grit out.
His scent thickens instantly, turning possessive. He lets go of my cock, and I make a sound like I’m dying, but then his fingers slide further, down my balls, through the slick taint, and oh god, oh fuck—
One finger presses against my hole, and I shatter.
Just that. One fingertip barely breaching me, and I’m sobbing, shaking apart, shoving my hips down to impale myself on it.
“Easy,” Enzo murmurs. “You’re tight. Even with all this slick.”
He pulls his finger out slowly, then pushes back in with two.
The stretch makes me keen. “Just fuck me. Please. I can’t—please just—”
He releases my wrists, and my hands fly to his chest immediately, tearing at his shirt, ripping buttons in my desperation to get it off.
His chest is everything I expected and worse—sculpted muscle under tan skin, dusted with dark hair that trails down his stomach and disappears beneath his waistband.
I drag my fingers down the hard planes of his pecs, and a jolt of dark satisfaction hits me when I feel him shudder beneath my touch. Good. I’m not the only one coming apart; he’s not nearly as immune to me as he wants to seem.
“You’re going to hate yourself for this.” He’s working his belt open even as he says it. “Hate me for it.”
“Already hate you.” I’m pulling at his pants, graceless and frantic. “What’s a little more?”
He makes a sound that’s half laugh and a curse, and then his cock springs free.
“Good lord,” I exhale. He’s big. Thick and heavy and slightly curved, with a prominent vein tracing the length of the shaft. The swollen head is flushed a deep shade of red, glistening with the first signs of his own need.
Looking at it, I know it’s going to hurt, but my heat-fueled body doesn’t care about logistics or pain or the fact that I haven’t done this in years.
It just wants.
And right now, it wants Enzo’s thick, fat, alpha cock.
He settles between my legs, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance.
“Last chance,” he rasps, voice rough and barely controlled. “Tell me to stop.”
I meet his eyes. They’re wild and dark with lust. The alpha in him straining against whatever threadbare leash of control he’s still clinging to.
“Fuck you.” It comes out weaker than I intended. “I hate this. I hate that it’s you. I hate that my body wants—”
“I know.” He presses his forehead to mine, and we’re breathing the same air, sharing the same heat. “I know, baby. But your body knows what it needs, even if your mind can’t accept it.”
“Don’t call me that,” I hiss, but I’m arching into him even as I say it, hips tilting up shamelessly and needy.
God, I hate him.
And I need him so fucking bad.
“Then tell me to stop.” The head of his cock teases my rim, a brutal, mocking pressure that stays right on the edge of breaching. “Say the word, and I’ll find another way. I’ll call a doctor. Get you help that isn’t me inside you.”
I should take the offer. Tell him to let me die with my dignity intact.
But my body is screaming for an alpha—this alpha—and I’m too far gone to resist.
I fist my hands in his hair, the strands catching between my fingers as I drag his ear to my lips.
“Fuck me.”
He pushes in, breaking past the tight ring of muscle.
I scream. Gasp. Arch my back off the bed.
It hurts. It fucking hurts so bad. I grit my teeth and make a weird sound.
Our gazes lock together, his dark eyes burning into mine with an intensity that is almost more invasive than the physical act. He works himself deeper, inch by excruciating inch, his jaw set so tight I can see the muscle ticking.
“Breathe,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning my face as he braces himself above me. “You need to breathe for me.”
I try, but my chest won’t cooperate. I try again, forcing air past the tightness in my throat, and he rewards me by grinding deeper, rolling his hips in a slow, agonizing circle.
His cock drags against a sensitive knot of nerves deep inside me, sending a violent wave of shivers through my entire frame.
“Oh God…”
My hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his flesh as I fight to stay anchored against the tide of sensation.
Slowly, I feel my body surrendering, opening wider, stretching and molding around him as he feeds me more of himself.
My inner walls ripple in a desperate, instinctive rhythm, pulling him deeper even as my mind screams.
This is Enzo Valerio, the man I'm here to kill, and I’m letting him inside me in the most literal way possible.
He pauses, his chest heaving as he searches my face. “Are you—”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“You’re shaking. Does it hurt?”
“Of course it hurts,” I snap, the honesty forced out of me by the sheer pressure of him. “Why do you have to be so fucking big?”
For some reason, the tension in his face fractures, and he breaks into a sharp, unexpected grin. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Oh, this bastard. I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t—”
He slides the rest of the way in, and we both freeze.
I’m so full I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but feel the thick pulse of his cock inside me, the heat of him burning through my core. He’s so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat, pressing against my lungs, my heart—
I clench around him, and it draws a guttural groan from his throat.
“Cristo,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “You feel—”
I don’t let him finish. I roll my hips, grinding onto his cock, and the sensation punches moans out of both of us.
Then he’s moving. Hard and fast and deep. The heat won’t allow for gentle, and I don’t want that anyway. I want it rough and punishing. Need the pain to drown out the way my body is responding.
I want it to hurt so bad I can’t think about how every thrust makes stars explode behind my eyes.
He shifts the angle, hooking my thigh over his hip and driving in even deeper. Suddenly he’s nailing that sweet spot with every stroke, and I’m making sounds I didn’t know I was capable of—high, desperate, keening noises that should humiliate me.
But I’m too far gone to stop myself.
His lips land on my throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses, suckling, nibbling at the skin. He works his way up, sucking on my chin, then claiming my mouth.
My hands slide into his hair, and I kiss him back, swallowing his groans as he swallows mine.
When he pulls back, his mouth hovers over mine, breath hot against my lips. Then his teeth sink into my bottom lip the same time he snaps his hips hard. I gasp into his mouth, clenching around him.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Take it. Take all of it.”
I am. God help me, I am.
I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to draw him deeper. One of his hands fists in my hair, yanking my head back to bare my throat. The vulnerable exposure makes me tighten around him so hard he groans.
“Fuck—you’re strangling my cock,” he grits out. “So fucking tight, squeezing me like you never want to let go—”
“Bite me.” The words rip out before I can stop them.
I’m too wrecked to think, too far gone to care that I’m begging my brother’s killer for a claiming bite.
It’s like something has taken control over me.
Some demon I can’t fight. But I can’t think past the need, past the feel of his cock inside me.
It feels so fucking good.
Years of denying what my body needs, and now it’s taking what it wants. Taking him.
And I can’t stop it.
“Please. Bite me—”
“No.” But his mouth is already at the junction between my neck and shoulder, teeth pressing against my bonding gland. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Please—” I tilt my head, offering myself up. “Please, I need—”
“Fuck.” He bites down.
It’s not hard enough to break skin or create a bond. But the pressure radiates through my entire body like an electric shock, locking up every muscle as the sensation shoots straight to my core. My hole clamps around him so tight he chokes out a groan against my throat.
His teeth remain there, claiming me without the permanence. And somehow it’s more intimate than if he’d actually broken skin.
“Enzo…” I moan, my body trembling beneath him. I’m clawing at his back, trying to pull him deeper, closer, inside me in ways that aren’t physically possible.
“That’s it, baby.”
His hips go savage, jackhammering into me while his teeth stay locked on my throat. “Give it to me. Come on my cock like the desperate little omega you are.”
The filthy command, his teeth on my gland, the blunt force of him destroying me from the inside out—it’s too much.
I come so hard my vision whites out. Untouched. Just from his cock and his bite and the overwhelming rightness of being filled by an alpha.
I’m screaming. Screaming so loud my throat goes raw.
Enzo curses in Italian, and then he’s coming too. I feel the thick, hot pulses flooding my insides with every grunt, and my body grips him like a vice, milking every drop.