4. Chapter 4 #3
Suha doesn’t warn me. Doesn’t prepare me. He just lines himself up and pushes in.
The pain hits like a lightning bolt straight to my spine.
I cry out as I jerk against the mattress, muscles spasming as Suha forces his way inside me with single-minded brutality.
There’s no give, no consideration—just the searing stretch of my body struggling to accommodate his thick cock, every nerve ending firing in protest. I feel like I’m being cleaved in two, the burn so intense I can practically smell scorched flesh, though I know it’s just my stupid brain short-circuiting from the overwhelming sensation.
Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes but I blink them away, nails biting into my palms behind my back.
My thighs tremble violently where they’re spread wide, practicality bent at right angles with my ass still exposed from where he’d barely bothered to undress me.
The dry drag of his cock against my unprepared rim makes me whimper, but the sound twists into something desperate and needy halfway through.
“Fucking shit,” I gasp, the words shattered as they leave my throat. My entire body is alight with conflicting signals—pain like I’m being gutted, pleasure like I’m about to come untouched. “Holy fuck, yes.”
Above me, Suha makes this incredulous sound between his teeth, something between a snarl and a laugh.
His grip on my hips tightens hard enough to bruise as he continues that relentless push, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, until his balls finally press flush against my ass.
The sheer fullness makes my stomach cramp, cock twitching pathetically where it’s trapped beneath me, leaking onto the sheets.
I swear I can feel him in my fucking throat.
Without warning, he draws back halfway—the drag almost worse than the initial invasion—then slams home again with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs.
My forehead hits the mattress as another forced-out moan escapes, the impact rattling my teeth.
It still hurts like a bitch, but now there’s something else threading through the pain—this dark, filthy heat coiling low in my gut, making me push back against him like some desperate bitch in heat.
The second thrust comes harder, knocking the headboard into the wall with a sharp crack as the pain blurs into something dangerously close to pleasure.
My muscles flutter around him, torn between trying to force him out and sucking him deeper, and I realize with dizzy hilarity that my body’s already given up the fight—welcome home, motherfucker, make yourself comfortable.
I can feel sweat dripping down my spine, my borrowed shirt in tatters around my elbows, but I wouldn’t stop this even if the building caught fire. This is exactly what I wanted—an alpha who doesn’t give a shit about my comfort, who’ll use me until I break. And holy fuck, is Suha delivering.
“Harder,” I manage to get out between gasps. “Come on, is that all you’ve got?”
His grip on my wrists locks down like steel cables, fingers digging deep enough that I can practically feel individual metacarpals protesting.
Not enough to actually break anything—yet—just enough to make sure I stay exactly where he wants me as he drives into me with zero regard for my ability to take it.
The cheap wooden headboard smashes against the wall in a stuttering rhythm that’ll probably get us noise complaints, but I couldn’t give less of a shit because holy fuck, he’s wrecking me in the best possible way.
Every thrust knocks the air from my lungs, brutal and businesslike, like he’s trying to carve his name into my bones from the inside out.
The pain’s still there, sharp and bright like live wires under my skin, but now it’s tangled up with this filthy, undeniable heat, my ass clenching down around him like I’m trying to milk him dry.
I should be writhing away from the borderline-too-much sensation, should be scrabbling at the sheets for purchase or bitching about the fact he’s got my arms pinned at a weird angle that’s gonna leave me sore for days.
But instead I’m fucking laughing and arching back against him like some overeager omega in pre-heat because I’ve never wanted anything more than this alpha’s hands leaving bruises on me in every possible way.
“Mmfuck—” The headboard cracks against drywall again as I spread my knees wider, greedy for it.
“That all you got, or you just getting started?” My voice comes out hoarse but still grinning, because if there’s one thing I inherited from my shitty father, it’s the ability to take a beating and come up swinging.
“Fuck, you’re pathetic,” I gasp out, the words barely coherent. “This is how you fuck? No wonder you have to pay for it.”
Suha snarls and shifts his angle, driving in deeper. His teeth sink into my shoulder hard enough that I feel skin break, blood welling up hot and wet. The pain makes me arch and curse, my vision whiting out for a second, but I’m still grinning when it clears.
“Yes,” I moan, my voice gone hoarse. “Like that. Fucking mark me up.”
His hand releases my wrists and comes up to wrap around my throat instead.
He hauls me up off the mattress, my back pressed against his chest as he squeezes.
The pressure cuts off my air and makes my head go light, black spots dancing at the edges of my vision.
But I can still feel every thrust, still feel the way his cock drags against something inside me that makes my toes curl.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls against my ear, his breath hot on my skin.
I try to laugh but it comes out as more of a wheeze. “Make me.”
His hand leaves my throat and cracks across my face. The slap echoes in the room and my head snaps to the side, cheek stinging. The shock of it makes my cock leak against my stomach, precum smearing across my skin.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp out, dizzy with it. “Do that again.”
He does. Harder this time, the impact making my ears ring. I can taste blood where I bit my tongue, and it only makes me want more. I’m covered in sweat, my body aching from the impacts and the bites and the relentless pounding, and I’ve never felt more alive.
“You fuck like someone who’s never had to work for it,” I pant out, deliberately goading him. “Like you’re going easy on me. I’m not even close to satisfied.”
Suha makes a sound that’s barely human. His pheromones surge again, so strong they make my knees buckle. He shoves me back down onto the mattress face-first and covers my body with his, one hand fisting in my hair while the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise.
The angle changes and suddenly he’s hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, making my whole body shake. I’m moaning into the sheets, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the expensive fabric, completely at his mercy.
But I still can’t keep my mouth shut.
“That’s it,” I gasp out between thrusts. “Finally putting in some effort. Took you long enough.”
He yanks my head back by my hair, forcing my spine to arch. His teeth find my neck again, biting down on the junction between neck and shoulder. The pain makes me see stars, but I’m pushing back against him, meeting each thrust, my body singing with it.
“Harder,” I demand, my voice wrecked. “Come on, you can do better than this. Or are you too weak?”
His grip on my hair tightens and he slams into me with enough force to make the whole bed shake.
I can hear the frame creaking under the abuse, can feel bruises forming everywhere he’s touching me.
My throat aches from being choked, my face stings from being slapped, my shoulder throbs where he bit me.
I’m a mess of pain and pleasure, and I never want it to stop.
“Fucking brat,” Suha snarls, his voice barely recognizable. “I’m going to ruin you.”
“Try it,” I shoot back, grinning even though he can’t see my face. “I bet you can’t even knot me properly. Probably don’t have it in you.”
That does it. His control shatters completely.
He fucks into me like he’s trying to break me, each thrust brutal and unforgiving.
His hand wraps around my throat again from behind, squeezing until I can’t breathe, until the world starts to fade at the edges.
But I can still feel him inside me, still feel the way his cock is starting to swell.
He’s close. I can tell by the way his rhythm falters, by the way his pheromones are flooding the room, by the desperate edge to his growls. He’s going to knot me. Finally, after months of searching, I’m going to get what I need.
“Come on,” I wheeze out, my voice barely audible past his grip on my throat. “Knot me. Show me what a real alpha can do.”
Something about my words seems to do the trick, cause I feel it, the stutter of his hips and the distinct, unmistakable swelling at the base of his cock.
The knot starts as a dull pressure, just a hint of what’s to come, then blooms into an inexorable swell that fills me completely, stretching me until the sting of my rim expanding is blinding.
I can feel every ridge and pulse of him as he locks inside me, the thick base of his cock pressing against tender places that make my thighs tremble.
My breath comes in gasps as sensation overwhelms me, pleasure and pain twisting together in a dizzying spiral until they’re indistinguishable.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.
The delicious ache of being stretched beyond my limits, the way my body instinctively clenches around him, greedy for every inch.
My nerves feel raw, electrified, sparking under my skin with each tiny shift of his hips.
The stretch borders on unbearable, riding that perfect edge.
Somewhere in the back of my hazy mind, I register the way his grip tightens in my hair, the possessive growl rumbling against my spine—but right now, all I can focus on is the way he’s ruining me, reshaping me around him, and god, I love every second of it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” The words tumble out of me, half-moan and half-laugh, because this is it. This is exactly what I’ve been chasing for months. Years, maybe. The knot keeps growing, locking us together, and I clench down around it instinctively, my body greedy for every inch.
Suha’s teeth sink into the junction of my neck and shoulder at the exact moment the knot reaches its full size.
The bite sends lightning straight down my spine, sharp and claiming, and I feel him coming inside me in hot pulses that seem to go on forever.
My cock jerks against my stomach, untouched, and I’m coming too, the orgasm ripping through me so hard my vision goes completely white.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything except shake and moan as wave after wave crashes over me, my body clenching rhythmically around his knot.
Suha’s weight presses me into the mattress, his chest heaving against my back.
His hand is still fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough that I know there will be perfect finger-shaped bruises tomorrow.
His teeth are still buried in my shoulder, blood trickling down my skin in warm rivulets.
I can feel his heartbeat thundering against my spine, can feel the way his whole body is trembling with the aftershocks.
I slump forward as much as I can with him still locked inside me, my face pressing into the sheets.
My arms feel like jelly, my legs barely functional.
Every muscle in my body aches, my throat burns from being choked, my face stings from the slaps, and I’m pretty sure I’m bleeding from at least three different bite wounds.
The borrowed shirt is completely destroyed, hanging off me in tatters, and I think there might be glass embedded in my back from when he slammed me through the coffee table.
I’ve never felt better in my entire life.