Chapter 36 #2
"You wanted to fight?" His voice was rough against my ear, his hips never breaking their punishing rhythm, sweat dripping from his body onto mine, his scent filling my lungs until I couldn't breathe anything else. "This is what happens when you challenge an Alpha in rut. This is what you get."
"Fuck you." The words came out defiant even as my body clenched around him, even as pleasure spiraled higher and higher, even as my treacherous Omega purred with satisfaction at being claimed.
He laughed — a dark, dangerous sound — and shifted his angle, hitting something inside me that made my vision white out, made my whole body seize with pleasure.
"That's the idea, sweetheart." The orgasm crashed through me without warning — a wave of pleasure so intense I screamed into his shoulder, my whole body convulsing, my walls clamping down on his cock in rhythmic pulses, slick gushing around him, soaking us both.
I could feel it dripping down my thighs, could smell my own arousal mixing with his scent until the room reeked of sex and need.
And still he didn't stop. Still he kept fucking me through it, his pace becoming even more brutal, his growls filling the room.
"Again." The command was rough, his fingers finding my clit — swollen and sensitive — rubbing in harsh, devastating circles. "Come again. I want to feel you while you fight me."
I twisted beneath him, the pleasure bordering on too much, overstimulation making my whole body hypersensitive.
Every nerve ending was alive, singing with sensation.
I managed to get one hand free, raked my nails down his back hard enough to draw blood, the coppery scent joining the mix of sweat and slick and arousal.
He caught my wrist, pinned it back above my head, and fucked me even harder, his hips thrusting into me with brutal force, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust.
"Good girl." The praise was rough, breathless, his eyes blazing with something that looked almost like pride, his cock driving into me at an angle that made stars burst behind my eyes. "Fight me. Give me everything you've got."
Another orgasm crashed through me — weaker but still devastating, my walls fluttering around him, a sob escaping my lips. I was beyond fighting now, my body limp and trembling, completely overwhelmed, floating in a haze of pleasure and submission.
"There you go." His voice softened slightly, his pace slowing but deepening, grinding into me with every thrust, his pelvis rubbing against my oversensitive clit. "That's it. Stop fighting. Let yourself have this. Let your Alpha take care of you."
The fight drained out of my body at his words, my muscles going lax beneath him, my forehead pressing into the pillow in surrender. I was done. Conquered. Claimed in every way that mattered — except the one that would leave a permanent mark.
"Good girl." He pressed a kiss to my shoulder — tender now, gentle after all the roughness — his hips grinding deep, his knot starting to swell against my entrance, pressing insistently. "Such a good girl. Fought so hard. Made me earn it. Now let go. Let me have you."
"Reid." His name was a whimper, a plea, my body trembling with aftershocks, my mind hazy with pleasure and submission and something that felt like peace, my walls clenching around him rhythmically.
"I've got you." His knot pressed inside, stretching me impossibly wide, the pressure bordering on pain before tipping over into indescribable pleasure, and I keened as it swelled to full size, locking us together. "I've got you, sweetheart. Not letting go."
He came with a groan that vibrated through both of us, his cock pulsing inside me, flooding me with heat.
I felt every spurt, every throb, the knot holding everything inside me, filling me until I felt complete in a way I couldn't explain.
His purr rumbled to life against my back — deep and satisfied, vibrating through my bones.
We stayed like that for a long time, tied together, his body covering mine protectively. His hand stroked through my hair, gentle now, soothing after the intensity. His scent surrounded me — still sharp with rut, but softer now, satisfied.
"You okay?" His voice was rough, concerned, his lips pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, his hand stroking down my side with reverent touches. "I wasn't too rough?"
"I'm perfect." I turned my head, caught his eye, offered him a tired smile, my voice hoarse and satisfied. "That was exactly what I needed. The fighting. The..." I trailed off, not sure how to explain the swirl of emotions in my chest.
"You needed to not submit easily." He finished for me, understanding in his eyes, his hand coming up to brush sweat-damp hair from my face, his touch impossibly gentle after all the roughness.
"Needed me to earn it. To prove I'm strong enough to hold you even when you're fighting with everything you have. "
"Yes." The word came out relieved, grateful that he understood without me having to explain, my body relaxing even further into the mattress. "I don't know why—"
"You're feral." He pressed a kiss to my temple, his voice soft with admiration, his purr still rumbling between us.
"You've spent years surviving, fighting, never letting anyone have power over you.
Submission doesn't come easy. It shouldn't come easy.
You need to know I can handle you at your wildest."
A knock at the door broke the moment.
"Food delivery!" Kol's voice was bright, warm, cutting through the heavy intimacy, his familiar sunshine scent barely detectable through the closed door.
"And before you say you're not hungry, I don't care.
Eat anyway. Nolan's getting pushy about protein intake and hydration, and I don't want to deal with his lectures. "
"Leave it outside." Reid called back, his arms tightening around me, his voice rough but fond, his lips pressing against my hair.
"Already did." A pause, Kol's voice warming with humor. "You two sound like you're destroying furniture in there. Try to leave the bed intact. It's an antique."
I laughed despite myself, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly, my body shaking against Reid's, making us both groan where we were still connected.
"No promises." I called back, my voice hoarse but warm, and heard Kol's answering laugh before his footsteps retreated down the hall.
When Reid's knot finally released — slowly, gradually, slipping from my body with a wet sound that made us both shiver — we ate ravenously.
Eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, pastries, enough to fuel an army.
The food was good, and I needed it more than I'd realized, my body demanding fuel after the intensity of the morning.
"The rut's not done yet." Reid watched me eat, something warm in his eyes, his own plate half-forgotten, his gaze tracking my every movement with possessive attention.
"I know." I met his gaze, felt the heat that still simmered between us, could smell his scent shifting again — sharpening, the rut building back toward another peak.
"I can feel it. In you." I paused, considering the restless feeling building under my own skin, the way my body hummed with unfulfilled need even after everything we'd done.
"In me, too. Something's different. I feel. .. restless. Wild."
His eyes darkened with interest, his nostrils flaring as he scented the air, catching whatever change had occurred in my own scent.
"Show me." I moved before I could second-guess myself, launching across the bed at him, shoving him onto his back, straddling his hips.
This time, he let me — I could see him choosing to let me, could see the amusement and heat mixing in his eyes as I pinned his wrists to the mattress, my fingers circling his wrists even though I knew I couldn't actually hold him if he decided to move.
"You're letting me win." I accused, breathless, my heart racing with exhilaration.
"Maybe I want to see what you do when you think you're in charge." His hips rolled beneath me, his hard cock pressing against my slick folds, the head nudging at my entrance, his voice dropping to something low and challenging. "Maybe I want to see my feral girl take what she wants."
I reached between us, gripped his cock — hot and thick and pulsing in my hand, the skin like velvet over steel — positioned him at my entrance, and sank down in one hard motion, taking him to the hilt.
We both groaned — me at the stretch, at the feeling of being filled so completely, him at the tight wet heat surrounding him.
"Fuck." His hands came up to grip my hips, but I knocked them away, pinning them above his head with a growl.
"No touching." I planted my hands on his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my palms, feeling the muscles flex with the effort of staying still, and started to move, setting a rhythm that was hard and fast and exactly what I wanted. "I'm in charge now."
His eyes went dark with arousal, his jaw tightening, his hands fisting in the sheets instead of gripping my hips, every muscle in his body straining with the need to flip us over and take back control. I could see the effort it took him to cede dominance, to let me take what I wanted.
"That's it." I leaned down, scraped my teeth over his collarbone — not a claiming bite, just a mark, just a taste of his skin, salt and sweat and Alpha, his scent flooding my senses as I bit down hard enough to leave a bruise, staking a claim of my own without breaking any rules. "You're mine too. Don't forget that."
"Wouldn't dream of it." His voice was strained, his hips jerking up to meet my movements despite his attempts at stillness, his cock driving deep inside me with every thrust. "Fuck, Aster—"