14. With Terrible Clarity #2
“This isn’t about you.” I met his eyes, saw them glazed with need and frustration. “This is about me and what I want, Stormwright.”
I lowered my mouth again, taking him in with agonizing slowness. His jaw clenched with the effort of staying still. His whole body was rigid beneath me, trembling with the strain of not moving.
I set a rhythm—deep and slow, then faster, then stopping completely when I felt his thighs tense. His breathing turned ragged, and I knew he was getting close. But I refused to let him come. I pulled off, watching the way frustration and need warred in his expression.
“Please! Andie, please…”
I took him deep again, sucked hard, used my hand to work what wouldn’t fit in my mouth. His precum was flowing steadily now, coating my tongue with that electric taste. I could feel him swelling even harder, getting closer once again.
But he didn’t come, because I wouldn’t let him. And I couldn’t take it any longer.
I released him from my mouth with a wet pop, something inside me snapping. “You bastard.” I climbed up his body, straddling his hips, positioning myself over him. “You absolute—”
I sank down onto him in one brutal motion, taking him fully inside me with no preparation. The stretch burned, overwhelming and perfect and wrong all at once. It stole the breath from my lungs and the words from my mouth.
Alexander’s hands flew to my hips with bruising force. He groaned, low and guttural. That sound was almost worth the chaos rioting through my nervous system.
I was so wet. I had been since I’d tasted blood on his jaw, maybe even before that. My body accommodated him with obscene ease, my walls fluttering and clenching around the thick shaft.
The temporary mark on my neck suddenly blazed to life. Heat radiated from it, spreading through my bloodstream in waves that made my vision blur at the edges. A dim red haze filtered over everything, making the world softer and sharper simultaneously.
I rode him harder. I rose up until just the tip of him remained inside, then slammed back down with enough force to make us both gasp. Then I did it again, and again. Harder each time, faster, chasing something I couldn’t name but needed with an urgency that felt like dying.
I braced my hands on his chest for leverage and felt the texture of raised skin beneath my palms. Scars. I’d seen them before, but I’d never made the connection, never realized what they actually meant.
Those scars seemed to mock me. They were proof that I wasn’t the only one who’d seen him and touched him like this. “Those whores… They can’t touch you like I can.”
I squeezed my inner muscles deliberately, watching his eyes roll back and his jaw clench with the sensation.
“Do you think they suck your dick better?” I ground down on him, shuddering as he hit something deep inside me. “Do you think their cunts are as tight as mine?”
His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. When he spoke, his voice was wrecked and raw, barely recognizable.
“I think I have only one Omega, and that’s you.”
The words hit me like lightning, shorting out every rational thought. The red haze intensified, the mark on my neck burning hotter. I felt something shift inside my chest. The barrier I’d been holding onto cracked into a million pieces.
One Omega. That was what he’d said, and he’d meant it.
Mine, mine, mine, something in my hindbrain chanted as I continued to ride him.
The pleasure built like a storm gathering strength. It was inevitable, unstoppable, consuming everything in its path. Each movement sent shockwaves through my mind. He filled me so completely that there was no room for anything else.
I could feel myself climbing toward something devastating, my body chasing release like it was the only thing that mattered.
“Alexander—” His name broke on my lips, and I hated how it sounded like a prayer.
“I’ve got you,” he croaked out. “Let go, Andie. I’ve got you.”
The orgasm exploded over me, sudden and all-consuming. My body seized, clenching around him so tight it bordered on painful. Waves of pleasure crashed through me in rhythm with my racing pulse.
Alexander followed me over the edge with a guttural groan, his hips jerking up as he came inside me. And then I felt something else—an expansion, a swelling at the base of his cock that locked us together.
His knot.
The sensation of being stretched even fuller sent me spiraling into a second orgasm. It was too much, too intense. The pleasure was bleeding into something that felt like it might break me apart. My inner walls contracted around the knot, holding him deep as his release pulsed hot inside me.
I couldn’t breathe. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me, each one stealing more of my consciousness.
The world faded to black around the edges. When awareness returned, the room had shifted.
We were lying on our sides now, still locked together by his knot.
My back was pressed against his chest. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist, holding me close, while the other pillowed my head.
I could feel his breath against my neck, warm and steady.
The occasional aftershock made his cock twitch inside me.
The red haze had lifted, leaving behind a clarity that was somehow worse. I could remember everything I’d said. Everything I’d done. The accusations I’d hurled at Danae, at my mother, at Cassandra.
Drooling over my Alpha like a bitch in heat.
The words echoed in my mind, sharp with shame. Danae had been working to save me, and I’d called her a whore. I’d seen betrayal where there was only desperate friendship trying to find a solution.
“Alexander,” I whispered, tears burning in my eyes. “I think there’s something wrong with me.”
His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. He didn’t say anything—didn’t offer false comfort or try to deny the truth we both knew.
My mother had been honest the whole time. There was something wrong with me. Something that made me see threats where none existed, that turned love into suspicion and friendship into betrayal.
The curse. Hera’s touch. The poison in my blood that Alexander had activated but couldn’t cure.
I lay there in his arms, still joined with him in the most intimate way possible, and let the tears come silently. Because for the first time since this nightmare began, I couldn’t lie to myself anymore about what was happening.
I was losing my mind, and I didn’t know how to stop it.