Chapter 18 #2
“It’s fine right now,” I say. I can smell the alpha rutting, and a growl emanates in his chest as my pussy dampens. Our breath mingles in the space between us, warm against the cold salt air. “I need you,” I say quietly.
Something in him snaps.
One second I'm straddling him, the next I'm on my back with his weight pressing me into the blanket, sand shifting beneath us. He's careful, even now, even with that feral gleam in his eyes that glints in the firelight, as he keeps his forearm braced. I know this isn’t the best for my wound, which does hurt like this, but I don’t care. I want an alpha’s knot to make me feel better—
Judge’s mouth is anything but gentle as it crashes into mine, tongue sliding past my lips, claiming and desperate.
He doesn't bother with finesse, just hooks his fingers and drags clothes off until I’m completely bare beneath him. I'm clawing at him just as frantically, shoving his shirt up his chest, dragging my nails down the hard ridges of his stomach just to feel him shudder.
For a moment, he just takes me in. Kneeling between my spread thighs, chest heaving, eyes black with want as they rake over every inch of me. The firelight flickers across his face, catching the planes and shadows, and he looks like something ancient and hungry. Something that devours.
"Beautiful," he rasps, before growling again as my body shudders. “My omega.”
His hands slide up my inner thighs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin, spreading me wider. I should feel exposed, but all I feel is wanted in a way that burns through every defense I've ever built, all while the ocean is behind us.
“Six days,” he growls, sliding his hand up to my throat, that calloused palm rubbing against my skin, his fingers settling on the mark that binds us. “Of chasing you. Of feeling you through the bond and not being able to touch you…”
The wind is cold against my bareness, which just makes the heat radiating from him all the better. "Judge—" His name comes out broken when his mouth finally touches me, my whole body arches off the blanket.
He doesn't tease. Doesn't go slow. He licks into me like a man starving, tongue flat and hot against my clit, then dipping lower to taste me properly. Taste what’s his.
My hands fly to his head, then gripping his forearms, and he just groans against my flesh like my desperation is exactly what he wanted.
"Oh god—" The words tear out of me as his tongue circles my clit, then sucks it between his lips. My thighs are shaking, trying to close around his head, but his hands grip my hips and hold me open, keep me spread for him like an offering.
He devours me.
There's no other word for it. He finger fucks me, growling into my flesh as that orgasm is so close it’s almost embarrassing.
“That's it." His voice is wrecked, muffled against me. "Let me hear you, little nurse. Let me feel you come apart. You’re mine, and I’m yours. And we will do this until we’re no longer on this earth.”
He sucks my clit hard just as his fingers crook inside me, and I shatter.
The orgasm tears through like a riptide, my pained back bowing, voice breaking on a cry that the ocean swallows. He doesn't let up, working me through it with his mouth and hands until I'm twitching, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
When he finally pulls back, his chin is wet, and his eyes are pure animal. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, never breaking eye contact, and the sight of it makes me clench around nothing.
He's on me before I can even get a word in.
His massive, rutting cock slides hard and fast into me as he groans loudly, the sound of his pleasure shooting straight to my core.
"Look at me." His hand cups my jaw, tilting my face up. Those pale eyes bore into mine, stripped of every wall he usually hides behind as he slowly fucks me.
Full. I'm so full I can feel him everywhere, stretching me open, filling spaces I didn't know were empty. My mouth falls open on a silent gasp, hands scrabbling at his shoulders, nails digging in, and the hand on my jaw shifts so his thumb is in my mouth as I suck on it.
I can feel how tight I am around him, how good it feels from his side, and the feedback loop of pleasure makes my head spin.
"Diana." He says my name like it’s something precious to him. “You need this because I am your alpha. Let me hear that I’m yours.”
“You’re my alpha,” I say with his finger in my mouth, my words turning into a moan as he rocks harder.
He fucks me with long, deep strokes that make obscene wet sounds I'd be embarrassed by if I could think of anything beyond more, harder, please.
My alpha.
I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, and the new angle makes us both groan. "Feel that?" He's growling against my ear while he fucks me into the sand-soft blanket. "Feel how well you take me? Like you were made for this. Made for me."
"Yes—" It's all I can manage. "Yes, yes—"
"Come for me again." It's not a request. It's a command, issued in that alpha tone that vibrates through my bones. "Now, Diana. Let me feel it.”
My body obeys before my mind can catch up.
The second orgasm is even more intense than the first—deep and rolling, starting in my core and radiating outward until even my fingers are tingling.
I clamp down on him like a vice, and he snarls against my throat, hips stuttering.
There’s something to him fucking me that makes coming so damn easy…
"Fuck—" His whole body goes rigid, and I feel him swell, that familiar pressure of his knot starting to catch at my entrance.
He shoves in one final time, knotting us together, and he comes with a roar that gets lost in the surrounding noise. I feel the hot pulse of him filling me, flooding me, the bond flaring so bright it's almost painful. His whole body shudders against mine, face buried in my neck.
We stay like that as the waves crash and retreat, crash and retreat.
His weight pins me to the blanket, heavy and grounding.
His knot pulses inside me with every aftershock, keeping us locked together.
Slowly, his breathing steadies. His hand finds mine, fingers interlacing, pressing my palm into the sand beside my head.
He kisses the bite he made.
For once, the branding doesn't feel like a cage. It doesn't feel like chains or locks or attics. It feels like shelter. Like safety. Like coming home to a place I didn't know I was looking for.
The ocean continues with the same rhythm, endless and indifferent, as Judge and I lie tangled together on a strip of broken beach at the edge of the world.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel whole.