Chapter 25
Evan
There were no words for the chasm of pain Gregory revealed, so I answered with my mouth. His suffering mirrored the vacancy in my own chest, and I had to destroy it.
My old life had been a fortress of control built on a foundation of emptiness. Now that void I’d lived with for decades imploded, crushed under the weight of this one moment. This was chaos, and I wanted to let it consume me.
Breaking from the kiss, I pulled back just enough to rest my forehead against his, breathless in the steam-filled air.
“I’m just learning what this alpha and omega stuff means,” I panted.
“But there’s something you don’t know. In my world, I was the one who made people surrender. I always had the upper hand.”
“Then do whatever you want with me,” he rasped. “Ruin me. Spill yourself all over my body, and I will wear you like armor for the world to see. They’ll know I belong only to you.”
His total submission flipped a switch deep inside me, setting something loose, and it shattered the last of my hesitation. I speared my fingers into his hair, gripping the back of his skull to crash our mouths together, silencing him with the force of the kiss.
His surrender was a dark, intoxicating flavor that was all him—scorching sandalwood and the faint trace of smoke on his tongue—and I moaned into the beautiful wreckage of it all.
His claws extended, scraping fiercely and leaving fire streaks inside my thighs, marking me beneath the water with a single, possessive stroke.
A yank pulled me forward until our bodies collided, sealing me against him.
Gregory held me there, but I was the one who broke the stillness.
I rolled my hips slowly, grinding my erection against his solid muscles.
A stifled cry tore from my throat at the agonizing contact, while the thick, unyielding ridge of his erection branded my thigh. He shifted his grip, a broad palm landing with a feverish weight on my lower back before it slid lower.
Gregory traced the line of my spine with his fingers, dipping into the crease of my ass. Slickness beaded there, a shameful, eager dampness mingling with the warmth of the bathwater. The rough pad of his thumb circled my entrance, a torturous teasing that made my hips twitch.
His chest vibrated with a rumble that was half-growl, half-groan. “Gods, Evan. You’re so ready for me.”
Gregory pushed forward, one thick finger sinking into me. A fractured gasp left my lips, breaking the kiss, and my back bowed, arching taut as pure sensation ignited my core.
Fullness rippled through my system, my entire body stiffening as I clenched around his finger. He tightened his other hand on my waist, lifting me enough to separate our hips. The friction with his abdomen was gone, leaving only the deep, deliberate strokes of his finger inside me.
The pleasure was intense, twisting inside me, but it wasn’t enough.
Beneath it, a gnawing, hollow ache remained, a need to be stretched, to be filled.
As if hearing the thought, a second finger joined the first, and then a third, all of them pushing into me with a force that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
My hips jerked into his hand, and a sharp exhale tore from my throat. “Yes. Fill me.” I didn’t want control. I wanted to be consumed. I wanted to be full, packed so tight there was no room for anything else.
“There you are, my sweet Evan. Just take it for me. Hold tight,” Gregory said with a satisfied rumble.
He drove his fingers inside, setting a punishing pace. Bending low, he grazed the curve of my throat with his teeth, then dragged that stinging, exquisite sensation downward. He mapped a trail of fire across my ribs and abdomen, stopping at my navel. “So sweet. All of it, mine.”
He lifted his head from my stomach, a crimson ring flaring to life around his irises, its demonic light reflecting in the water beading on me. “Rise up for me.”
I grabbed his shoulders, digging in for purchase as he guided me upward, lifting me until I was kneeling above him, one leg on either side of his body.
His fingers remained buried deep inside, stretching me as I rose.
His mouth followed, the insistent bite of his teeth a constant torment as he worked his way up my body.
When I was high enough that his mouth reached the sensitive flesh at the base of my cock, I released his shoulder and fisted my hand in his hair, yanking him back.
“Don’t.” The word was useless the moment it left my lips.
A soft huff of amusement ghosted across my thigh. “You mean ‘please.’”
Despite the firm tug, Gregory didn’t stop, and terror spiked at how much I wanted him to continue. His scent flooded my senses, short-circuiting my brain and wiping away any thought of fighting him.
He tightened his hand on my hip, a firm grip that locked me in place. His intensity was just as binding, holding me fast as he dipped down. He opened wide, sliding his wet, scorching mouth down my shaft to take me deep into his throat.
Every coherent thought dissolved in the damp fire of his mouth.
He moved on me languidly, but it was the graze of his canines that scattered my thoughts.
The long, pointed teeth scraped along my length, not enough to break the skin, but a constant, thrilling abrasion that was half-pleasure, half-pain.
I was wracked by a full-body tremor as the fullness returned, his fingers sliding home. The world narrowed to nothing but his merciless assault. He took me both ways, with his mouth and his hand, a mindless, ruthless cadence so filthy it threatened to tear me apart.
“I’m not gonna last,” I slurred. “Gregory…”
In a last-ditch effort to find my own end, I tried to pull away, but his other palm shot up, fisting in my hair and holding me in place.
A strangled cry tore from me as I came, spilling into the warmth of his throat.
He didn’t stop, his mouth working me with a powerful suction that drew out every last drop.
The moment he released me, all strength vanished from my limbs.
I pitched forward, a dead weight, but he caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist to haul me firmly against him.
I collapsed onto the plane of his chest, my head falling into the crook of his neck as the bathwater rose, splashing over the sides and slapping against the floor.
I pressed my cheek to his damp skin, the even beat of his heart a drum beneath my ear. As I shifted, his rigid length nudged the crease of my ass. I pushed myself up, my palms flat on his chest, my lips brushing his collarbone. “You’re still hard. Let me take care of you.”
A deep shudder moved through him. “And what are you going to do about it?”
Reaching between our bodies, I wrapped my hand around the ember-like warmth of his length.
I guided him to rest against the cleft of my ass, pressing him there as I rocked my hips, a slow up-and-down slide.
A harsh groan erupted from him as his head tipped back.
The movement was clumsy, but his groan confirmed I was doing something right.
Gregory caught my waist, snuffing out the friction. “Turn around.” He moved me as if I weighed nothing, repositioning my body until my back was molded to him and my legs clamped together. Then he was between them, the head of his cock nestled in the slick space between my legs.
Driving his hips forward, he buried himself between my clenched thighs with a powerful movement. “Tighter.” He clamped down on my legs, forcing them together. “More.”
Every measured, powerful thrust was a scorching drag of his erection, and I grew aroused again in response. The friction burned as if he were actually inside me. His breath seared my neck. “Do you like this?”
I could only nod at the temptation. “Very much.”
He stilled, his lips hovering above my skin. The faint pressure of his canines sparked an animalistic desire, a need to be claimed and marked as his. My head tilted on its own, offering him better access. The request was a shock even to my ears. “Bite me.”
Gregory paused. “You ask for dangerous things,” he murmured against my skin. “A taste, just a taste for now. The real mark, the one that binds you to me forever, that will have to wait for your heat.”
“I just… I need it.” I arched my back, tilting my head to push my neck toward him in a silent offering. “Please, Alpha.”
“My sweet Evan.” Gregory’s head dipped, and this time there was no teasing graze. He pierced the skin above my collarbone. White-hot shock, like liquid fire, shot from the wound. It didn’t just flood my veins; it seized my core, hijacking every nerve.
The pleasure slammed through me, a violent, involuntary convulsion.
The intensity erased everything else as I came apart, my body shuddering as my cum spilled in a scalding rush between my thighs.
I heard his sharp intake of breath—the sight of me breaking apart pushed him over the edge.
With a final, guttural cry that echoed off the cabin walls, he drove himself between my thighs one last time, his own finish chasing mine into the cooling water.
Every bone in my body had dissolved, leaving me to collapse against Gregory’s frame, and the air in the small room was thick with the scent of our release. The only noise was the harsh drag of our breathing, my brain completely blank as the last of the aftershocks subsided.
His palm rose and gently cupped my jaw with calloused fingers.
He guided my chin up, meeting my mouth with his.
The kiss was unhurried, a stark contrast to the punishing hunger from before.
And on his tongue was the taste of me. The flavor was a strange, heady mix of salt and sweetness, a savory note that somehow carried the fragrance of my jasmine scent.
He eased away, a hum of deep satisfaction vibrating through his chest and into mine. He placed his other hand on my lower abdomen, and his thumb traced slow, possessive circles just below my navel.
Gregory raked his fingers through his wet hair, pushing the dark strands back from his forehead. “I should change the water.”
A small whine escaped me. “Just a bit longer.” I pressed closer, not ready to let the moment end.
“I don’t want you getting sick.” There was no arguing with the firm set of his jaw.
As he started to move, his hand froze where it rested on me. A low, feral rumble started deep in his throat, devoid of pleasure, sending a chill down my spine.
My gut clenched, the warmth in my veins freezing to ice. I pushed up slightly. “What is it?” I asked, needing to know what had him so upset.
Gregory’s focus was locked on the cabin’s door, his blue eyes growing cold as winter. He refused to meet my eyes when he answered, his voice a whisper that had nothing to do with the cooling water. “We have company.”