Chapter 32 Oakley #2
"You sure?" I search her face. "Because I'm not going to be gentle. Not after smelling him all over you. I'm going to fuck you like an Alpha. Like pack. Like someone who has the right to."
"Yes." Her eyes are desperate. Hungry. "Show me I'm not broken. Show me my body can still work the way it's supposed to."
That's all the permission I need.
I back her against the tile wall, water streaming over us. My mouth finds hers—not gentle, not sweet. Claiming. Possessive. Washing away any memory of Beta lips.
She moans into my mouth, and I feel her body start to respond. Hips pressing forward. Hands clutching my shoulders.
"That's it," I growl against her lips. "Your body knows who you belong to."
I slide my hand between her thighs, and she's already getting wet. Not just water. Real wetness. Real arousal.
"Feel that?" I circle her clit with firm pressure. "Your body knows the difference. Knows what it needs."
"Oakley—" She's gasping now. Rocking against my hand.
"Did he touch you here?" I apply more pressure, and she cries out. "Did he try to make you come?"
"Yes—"
"Did it work?"
"No." Tears mix with the water streaming down her face. "I tried so hard but I couldn't—"
"Because he's not pack." I slide two fingers inside her, and she's so fucking wet now. Slick starting to build. "Because your body made a choice. Chose us. Chose Alpha."
"Fuck—" She's riding my fingers now, desperate. "More, please—"
"You need my knot?" I add a third finger, stretching her. "Need Alpha cock filling you the way you're meant to be filled?"
"Yes!" She's not ashamed anymore. Not holding back. Just pure desperate need. "Please, Oakley. I need it. Need you."
I pull my fingers out, and she whimpers at the loss. But then I'm lifting her, backing her more firmly against the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist automatically.
And then she does something that makes my entire world stop.
She locks eyes with me. Direct. Unwavering. Full of need and trust and something deeper.
Not looking away. Not thinking about the others. Not sharing this moment with Dorian's dominance or Corvus's control.
Just me. Her Alpha. Hers.
Something shifts in my chest. Something primal and possessive that I usually keep buried under being the "nice one" or the "easy-going one." The Alpha who doesn't push. Who shares. Who takes what's offered without demanding more.
But right now? With her eyes locked on mine like I'm the only thing in her universe?
I don't want to share.
"Look at me," I growl, even though she already is. "Keep your eyes on me. I want you to see who's making you feel this way."
"Oakley." Her voice is breathy. Needy.
"Not Dorian." I position myself at her entrance, still holding her gaze. "Not Corvus. Me. Your Alpha. Say it."
"You're my Alpha." Her eyes never leave mine. "Mine."
The word hits me like a physical blow. Mine. Not shared. Not borrowed. Mine.
"Damn right I am." I thrust in hard, and she screams. But her eyes stay locked on mine. Seeing me. Really seeing me. Not the passive one. Not the one who steps back. The Alpha who can make her body sing.
But I can't. Because she's so tight and hot and perfect around me. Because her body is responding the way it's supposed to. Because she's finally mine in the way that matters.
"Oh god—" She's clawing at my shoulders, trying to pull me deeper. "Oakley, fuck—"
"That's it, little star." I establish a brutal rhythm. Hard. Deep. Hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "Take your Alpha's cock. Show me how good your body can be for pack."
She's making sounds I've never heard from her before. Desperate. Primal. Her Omega biology finally getting what it needs.
"You're so fucking wet," I groan. "So ready for me. Your body knows, doesn't it? Knows what it's made for."
"Yes—" She's babbling now. "Yes, yes, it's so good, you're so—fuck, I can feel everything—"
"Because I'm Alpha." I angle my hips, changing the depth. "Because we're bonded. Because your body chose us."
"I'm close—" Her inner walls are fluttering around me. "Oakley, I'm so close, please don't stop—"
"Not stopping." I increase my pace, feeling my knot start to swell. "Gonna fill you with Alpha come. Gonna mark you so deep that Beta scent doesn't stand a chance."
"Please—" She's sobbing now. Relief. Desperation. Need finally being met. "Please, I need—"
"I know what you need." I slide one hand between us, finding her clit. "Come for me, Vespera. Show me your body works perfectly when it's pack fucking you."
Two more thrusts and she shatters. Screaming my name. Her pussy clenching around me so hard I see stars. Her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
And it's not gentle. Not sweet. It's months of frustration releasing all at once. Her body finally getting what it was desperate for.
"Fuck, yes—" I groan as her orgasm triggers mine. My knot swells fully, locking us together as I empty inside her. Marking her. Claiming her. Replacing every trace of Beta with Alpha.
She's still coming. Still shaking. Her pussy milking my knot as wave after wave crashes through her.
"That's it," I murmur, holding her up as she trembles. "That's my girl. Coming so perfect on Alpha cock."
When she finally stops shaking, she collapses against me. Boneless. Exhausted.
"I felt it," she whispers. "I felt everything. It was so—I couldn't stop—"
"I know." I kiss her forehead, supporting her weight easily. "Your body works fine, little star. It just knows what it needs."
We stay locked together under the spray. My knot will take a few minutes to go down. But I don't mind. Just hold her. Let her catch her breath.
"Thank you," she says eventually. "For understanding. For not making me feel broken."
"You're not broken." I stroke her wet hair. "You're bonded. There's a difference."
"I need to talk to Ben. Need to end things for good. It's not fair to him."
"Tomorrow," I agree. "Tonight you just need to rest."
My knot finally releases, and I lower her carefully. Her legs are shaky, so I support her weight as I finish washing her. Getting rid of the last traces of Beta scent. Replacing it with pack.
When we're both clean, I turn off the water and grab towels. Dry her off carefully, thoroughly. She's still trembling slightly—aftershocks from the orgasm.
"That was..." She trails off. "I didn't know it could be that intense."
"That's what happens when your body gets what it actually needs." I wrap her in a towel. "Not what you think you should want. What you actually need."
"I need you." She looks up at me. "All of you. Pack. I hate that my body made that choice without asking. But I can't pretend anymore that it's not true."
"Good." I kiss her softly. "Because we're not letting you go. Any of us."
I help her into sleep clothes—one of Dorian's shirts, my boxers. Pack scent all over her now. Safe. Protected. Ours.
"Sleep," I tell her, guiding her to bed. "We'll deal with everything else tomorrow."
"Will you stay?" Her voice is small. Vulnerable.
"Of course." I climb in beside her, pulling her close.
She curls into me, and within minutes her breathing evens out. Exhausted. Finally at peace.
I stay awake a little longer. Making sure the Beta scent is really gone. Making sure pack dynamics won't explode in the morning.
But mostly just holding her. Grateful that I could give her what she needed. That I understood in a way the others might not have.
Sometimes the worst part isn't being used.
It's being used when your body won't cooperate. When you can't give what's being asked for. When you feel fundamentally broken.
I'm glad I could show her she's not broken.
She's just bonded.
And there's nothing wrong with that at all.