8. Vaughn
Chapter 8
Vaughn
I hate the vacantness in her gray eyes.
Adam did this to her, and I intend to erase it. The beta in me wants to soothe her, help her overcome her fears. But the dom in me?
He wants to replace that fear with something to ground her. Something more feral.
Wild .
My hand slides up her thighs under the covers, and a shudder racks her body. She leans into my touch unconsciously, like she's starving for it. My entire body vibrates with need as I'm consumed by her rose scent. He pheromones telling me exactly what my omega needs.
"Damn, doll," I groan, my voice thick with desire. "You're dripping for me, aren't you?"
She hisses softly as my hand touches her curves, a feather-light touch along every inch of her I can reach. Across each bruise and scrape. Her skin is warm and supple beneath my fingers, her body responding to my touch with a desperate hunger that mirrors my own.
"Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation.
But something holds her back, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. I pause, leaning in close, my breath hot against her ear. I know what she must be thinking, because the same thought has crossed my mind, but we’re pack.
"You know Creed wants you too, don't you?" I murmur, my voice a low rumble. "With Hux as our alpha."
She hesitates, her eyes filling with uncertainty. "I don't know if I deserve this," she confesses, her voice barely audible. "I don't know if I deserve any of you."
A pang of sorrow twists in my chest. I cup her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. "You deserve everything, Kay," I say firmly. "You deserve love, safety, and happiness. Creed and I—" I stop, not wanting to get into the heartache between us.
"But you and Creed," she starts, her voice trembling, "you've been at odds and I don't want to add to that."
I close my eyes for a moment, the pain of the rift between Creed and me hitting hard. "Yes, we're at odds," I admit, my voice rough. "But it's not because of you. And we will work that out in our own time. I promise you."
She shakes her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I just want to belong. I want to be part of the pack. But I'm damaged goods. Bitten."
My heart soars at her admitting she wants us, and the raw pain in her voice makes me want to soothe her worries that much more.
"You belong with us, doll. You're not damaged goods," I whisper fiercely, my thumbs brushing away her tears. "You are part of our pack, our family. Creed and I will work things out. We always do. But right now, I need you to trust me to take care of you."
She nods slowly, the tension in her body easing slightly. "Okay," she whispers, her voice filled with tentative hope.
I smile, my heart swelling with a mix of love and relief. "That's my girl," I murmur, my hand resuming its gentle caress. "Let me take care of you."
As she surrenders to my touch, I can feel her trust growing, her fears melting away. This moment, this connection—it’s what binds us and strengthens us. And even though Creed and I are at odds, I know we'll find a way through it—for her. For us.
"I need you, Vaughn. Help me forget what Adam did to me."
Her words ignite a fire within me, and this primal urge to claim her, to make her mine, takes over.
It's all consuming.
My hand trails higher, finding that slick heat between her thighs, and she gasps, arching into my touch.
"You're already so wet for me," I murmur, thumb circling her sensitive nub. "So perfect."
She moans, her hands clutching at the sheets as she grinds against my hand, her body already begging for release. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, drives me wild.
I need her to be just as crazed as I am.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling in a dance of raw passion. I trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck, tasting her skin. Her soap didn't completely erase the clove and tobacco scent from her skin, and I intend to rectify that.
"Vaughn," she breathes against my lips, her voice a plea. "Please."
"Don't worry, doll," I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear as I swirl my fingers, wet with her slick, over her sensitive clit. "I'll take care of you."
With that, I slip a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. She cries out, her hips bucking as I begin to move, my thumb still working her clit. Her scent, her taste, the feel of her—it consumes me, pushing me to the edge of my control.
"Remember when I walked in on you doll? Seeing you pleasure yourself was the hottest fucking thing Ive ever seen."
"I had to force myself not to touch you."
I curl my fingers, finding her g-spot and she moans, her eyes closing as I work her harder.
"To taste you," I hiss, my throat choked with arousal. Her slick is coating my entire hand and pooling on the mattress, and I smirk. Hux is going to love coming home to her juices all over his bed.
"You're mine," I growl, adding another finger and increasing my pace. "All mine."
She nods frantically, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she hurtles toward her climax. "Yes, Vaughn," she gasps. "I'm yours."
"My instincts are screaming at me to flip you over and spread this juicy ass. Fill your pussy with my cock." I squeeze her globes for emphasis. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, doll?" I growl into her ear to tease her.
She moans, a fresh wave of her slick gushing over my hand, making a feral grin spread across my lips.
"Such a dirty, dirty doll," I croon. "You like when I talk to you like that?"
She nods, her back arching and her head tossed back in ecstasy. Her breathing is ragged, and I can tell she's close by the way her walls are clamping down on my fingers like a vise.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I murmur, my voice thick with desire.
I pull my hand free, the sound of her juices squelching, and her soft moans filling the air. She whimpers at the loss, her hips instinctively seeking more contact.
"Patience, doll," I whisper, my hands gliding over her trembling body. "I'll give you what you need."
I flip her over onto her stomach, her ass in the air, and the sight of her glistening with desire drives me wild. I spread her cheeks, admiring the way her wetness drips down her thighs.
"Look at you," I groan, positioning myself behind her. "So ready for me."
She shudders, pressing back against me, wordlessly begging for more. I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her with just the tip.
"Please, Vaughn," she whines, her voice filled with desperate need.
I slap her ass once, the sound sharp in the air. "Nuh-uh, baby doll," I correct her, my voice firm but teasing. "In this room, I'm your master. The one in control of your pain and your pleasure."
She gasps, her body trembling beneath my touch. "Yes, master," she whispers, her immediate submission sending a thrill through me.
"Good girl," I murmur, my hand soothing the spot where I spanked her. "Now, let's see just how much you can handle."
I guide myself to her entrance again, continuing to tease her with just the tip before pushing in slowly. She whimpers, her back arching as she takes me in. I set a slow, deliberate pace, each thrust measured and controlled.
"Tell me, baby doll," I growl into her ear, my hand sliding down to toy with her clit. "Do you like this? Do you like being under my control?"
"Yes, master," she moans, her body quivering with each stroke. "I love it."
"That's right," I purr, increasing the pressure on her sensitive nub. "You're mine to command, and I'll take you to heights you've never imagined."
Her walls tighten around me, her breathing becoming more erratic. "Please, master," she begs, her voice trembling. "I need to come."
"Not yet," I say, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in hard. "Not until I say so."
She cries out, her body shaking with the effort of holding back. I can feel her on the edge, so close to losing control. The power I hold over her sends a rush of exhilaration through me. Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust into her, filling her completely. She cries out, her body arching completely off the bed as she takes me in. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping me is overwhelming.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I growl, starting a slow, deep rhythm.
She meets each thrust with a fervent need; her moans growing louder with every movement. The sounds of our bodies coming together, the wetness and raw passion, create a symphony of desire that drives us both to the brink.
Her walls begin to clench around me again, signaling her impending climax. "That's it, doll," I encourage, my pace quickening. "Come for me."
As her body tenses, teetering on the brink of release, I lean down and capture her nipple between my fingers, twisting hard. The sensation almost pushes her over the edge, and she screams my name.
With a final, powerful thrust, she shatters, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that takes my breath away. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, and I follow her over the edge, finding my own release in the intense, primal connection we share.
I watch her, mesmerized, as she rides out the waves of pleasure, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. When she finally collapses back against the pillows, spent and sated, I pull her into my arms, holding her close.
Now, all I can smell is her slick, fresh and floral. The scent fills my senses, intoxicating and inescapable.
"You're mine," I murmur, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. My heart pounds with love and possessiveness, the connection between us deepening with every moment.
"I'm yours?" she questions softly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
I smile, brushing her sweat-soaked hair from her face. "Always, doll," I assure her, my voice gentle and full of promise.
Her eyes meet mine, filled with a look of pure adoration. Her body relaxes into mine, the tension slowly melting away. As her eyes drift closed, I hold her close, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing against my chest.
Now, if I could just get Creed to forgive me, and bring our alpha home.