Chapter 31 #2
He plants his other hand next to my head, that massive arm balancing his body as he leans in my ear with his fingers still pumping in and out of me, kissing the skin. “You can’t close your eyes forever, darling.”
Then his fingers are gone, replaced with the sensation of something much larger that grazes against my clit before sliding down as he pierces me with his cock, holding my legs wide, shoving as far in as my body will take him.
My eyes open to look down, obsessed with the image of not being able to see a single inch of his dick because I’m currently full of him.
“You want to touch yourself? Go ahead. Do it.”
“No,” I say, not even considering the idea.
“You’re going to come on my cock, and you’ll be the one to do it.” He’s moved both of his arms on either side of me, perched on his elbows.
I can’t do it. I’m too shy. “You’re too close.”
He purrs, his shoulders and traps flexed with ease to hold himself like this. “Touch yourself, Diana.”
I slide my hand down my stomach, grazing against my clit, my fingers so close to his cock that’s inside of me. I mindlessly squeeze him with my pussy, and he groans.
“Good omega. You’ll touch that pretty, pink pussy of yours for me.” He rocks just enough to stimulate himself. “You want to deny me, but you’re soaking and nowhere near your heat. You have to admit that I turn you on. My knot is what makes your body fall apart so beautifully.”
I’m honestly shamelessly turned on. Because he is my scent match, I actually have permission to want this.
I start to moan and cover my mouth, to which he swiftly balances himself on one arm to rip my hand away, pinning it to the side.
He’s winning here, and he knows it. And I’m so fucking weak to him.
It’s disturbing how turned on I am, how I’m starting to like the sight of his blown-out pupils and the details of his face.
I even want him to kiss me again.
I slow down, not leaning into the feeling. Can I really do this? Masturbate while Judge is fucking me? That—I don’t know. It feels like the final piece of my old self leaving me.
“Don’t stop,” he commands, pressing deeper. “You’re so tight and wet, Diana. There’s no alpha you’re saving yourself for because I am him. Come for me. Come for your mate.”
Something deep inside of me needed to hear that, and I can feel it rising. Every time he bosses me around, it makes me wetter, and I continue to rub small circles. He grips my wrist harder. “That’s it, beautiful. That’s it.”
The nickname does me in. It’s so intimate and unexpected, and I come right on him as he roars with triumph.
As my hips buck upward, hoping to feel his knot, he rocks his hips aggressively, a rhythm purely for his own pleasure.
He gives a final thrust forward, rocking me back as I feel him pulsate, that knot locking him to me.
He lowers his head, his scruff against my cheek, kissing along my neck.
I moan, stretching my head to the side, spreading my legs further as if it might help him fit even just an inch more.
“Say you’re mine,” he demands into my skin.
I’m so high on whatever the fuck this is that I mumble out, “I’m yours, Judge.”
As he removes his other hand, his body weight is on me as his hand slides up, cupping my breast before continuing to my chin, moving my head around like there’s not even a point to me resisting. His breath is in my ear. “Tell me I’m your mate.”
I want more of whatever he’s doing to me. “You’re my mate.”
He kisses me right where my ear meets my cheek. “And I’ll be your new home.”
Then he shoves my chin to face the opposite way, and I gasp out as his teeth sink right into my scent gland, something warm on my neck.
A broken, but real tether forms between us, as if our chests that are pressed against each other share the same beating of hearts.
My eyes widen. “You… Is it a dark bond?”
“No,” he gently answers, moving my chin so I’m looking into his eyes now, my blood on his lips.
Now we’re just fucking staring at each other, and he’s bitten me. His knot is inside of me, the tattoo of Dominion on his chest pressed against my own, where a new connection hums.
“You will never have to fear for anything, do you understand? I will take care of you, Diana.”
My eyes widen, those words pulsing between us through something that makes it like I can actually discern what he’s feeling; a literal bond.
And those words… Can he feel how addicting they are for me to hear?
I think he does, because the way his eyes finally peel back a hardened layer, it seems like he’s almost relieved to feel my appreciation.
“Why did you bite me?” I ask, still too stunned for any reaction. Maybe not stunned… I think I’m more stunned at the bond.
“Because you’re mine. I don’t want you to have to keep questioning if I’m truthful in that statement.”
The omega in me purrs, but I snuff out the sentiment before I actually purr. He has to earn that, if he will ever hear it.
Judge repositions us so I’m now lying on his chest, pulling a blanket over us.
There’s nothing else to do but rest my head on his chest, which I have done countless times before.
Usually, a deep sleep would hit me, but my mind can’t turn off now, not with this invasion of masculine energy inside my body, as if I have another person living there.
I can’t feel his thoughts, but I can read his mood.
The alpha purrs, and the way he’s still knotted in me, chest to chest, tether to tether, my eyes close. He forced his way into the hole in my heart that craved an alpha’s protection, and one way or another, it’s soothing.
That space no longer feels empty, even if only on a technicality.
At some point after drifting off to sleep, I wake up to him sliding out of me and moving me to my side.
He kisses the side of my head. “I have to tend to a man who is to face punishment for something he has done. He will be killed down in those grounds,” he motions to the window.
“So watch at your own discretion. I’ll return afterward.
I only tell you because it will be loud. It might be best not to watch.”
I want to ask questions, to know more about what that person did. But I can’t do anything about it, so it would be a waste of stress. I nod my head and tuck myself into the warmth of the covers, still trying to understand what just happened.
I can sense his masculine, alpha energy inside my own body, feel the pride and possessiveness as he must be pleased. I hear him dress, then leave through one of the doors.
My hand moves from my collarbone to between my breasts. A few tears form, not directly out of anything negative, but rather from the overwhelming nature of it all.
It’s nearly impossible to process when it still feels like I might just be dreaming.
The hardest part to process?
That this doesn’t feel wrong.