Chapter Five
Jude
Iwake up in a bed.
The first thing I’m aware of is the fullness, the deep, rhythmic stretch of being fucked. I’m on my back, my legs spread wide, and a heavy weight is over me, inside me.
My mind is foggy, slow to piece things together. I’m vaguely aware of the alpha moving inside me as my eyes blink open and I look around the room.
Where am I?
The spacious room is masculine, all dark wood and heavy fabrics.
The bed is huge with soft, dark gray sheets.
The walls are a deep blue, and there’s actual art on them—abstract paintings with bold strokes of color.
It’s still dark outside, with the city lights glittering through a large window, painting the room in soft, distant glows.
The alpha above me slams his hips forward, hard, and a deep, helpless moan is pulled from my throat.
He realizes I’m awake, and he stops, his body stilling inside me, and then he’s kissing me. It’s not the brutal, claiming kiss from the car. This one is softer, almost gentle.
“There you are, sweet boy,” he murmurs against my lips. Pace. His name is Pace. “You’re okay. You’re doing so good for me, taking my cock so well while you were sleeping.” He kisses me again, his tongue tracing my bottom lip. “My perfect omega.”
I’m so conflicted it hurts.
A part of me is screaming, terrified and helpless, trapped under the weight of this dangerous stranger who stole me off the streets. But another part of me, a traitorous part that’s being drowned in my heat, feels treasured. Safe.
Pace’s scent is all around me, in the sheets, in the air, and it calms the frantic buzzing in my head. He’s praising me, touching me like I’m something precious, and my body responds with a wave of pleasure that makes me want to cry.
“Come for me, baby,” he encourages, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Come all over that cock.”
I pant, my back arching off the bed as my dick twitches, rock hard against my belly.
Then a wash of powerful, overwhelming pleasure hits me, and I come.
It’s not like the sharp, shocking orgasm in the car.
This one is a deep, rolling wave that starts in my hips and floods my entire body, making my toes curl and my vision go spotty.
Pace grinds his hips against me, his fat cock hitting places I didn’t even know existed, drawing out my pleasure until I’m a whimpering mess.
He hits that spot again, a deep, electric jolt that makes me cry out. “What?” I blurt out, my voice breathless and confused. “What is that?”
Pace chuckles, a low, sexy sound as he rocks his hips forward, pressing right against that spot.
“That’s your prostate, little omega,” he explains.
His voice is smooth and patient, not making me feel stupid for asking.
“It’s a little bundle of nerves inside you, made just for an alpha to find. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
My face flames red, and I can’t help but wonder if everyone knows this.
How could I not?
Pace leans up, situating himself so he’s sitting up, his cock still buried deep inside me. The alpha wraps one hand around my oversensitive cock. I flinch at the contact. It’s not exactly painful. It’s just a lot.
“So pretty.” He hums as he pushes a hand through my own cum, smearing it all over my chest and stomach, marking me with it.
He’s still gently thrusting, his cock still deep inside me, and it’s a flurry of sensation—his hands on my dick, his cock in my ass, his eyes on mine—that has my hips lifting off the bed to meet his movements.
It’s shameful, but I love the things this alpha is doing to me.
My eyes float closed, and I just enjoy the feel of Pace’s hands.
The painful, empty ache of my heat is gone, replaced by the wonderful feeling of being perfectly full. I’m not scared or lost, or panicking about what tomorrow will bring.
I’m just existing, taking the pleasure this alpha is giving me.
“You look happy,” Pace says softly, his hands still rubbing the cum into my chest and hips.
I slowly open my eyes and look up at the alpha. It was so hard to see his face in the alley and then in the car. All I could make out was shadows and fear. But here, in his bedroom with the soft light drifting through the window and the dim lamp in the corner, I can finally see him.
Pace is masculine and sexy, with a strong jaw and a straight nose that looks like it’s been broken at least once. His eyes are intense, a deep brown that seems to see right through me, and they’re focused completely on me as he continues to thrust. And his chest is covered in thick scars.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
I shake my head, too embarrassed to admit I was thinking about how handsome he is. He stares at my face with a thoughtful look, like he’s trying to figure something out.
“How did you end up in that alley?” he asks, his voice still gentle.
Pace’s question shatters the warm, safe bubble he’d built around me, and memories barrel to the front of my mind.
I see my father’s cold eyes, smell Bruce Sterling’s suffocating scent, and feel the way that awful alpha’s hands groped my body in my father’s office.
A cold dread washes over me, extinguishing the last of my pleasure.
I try to shut down, to close my legs, and escape back into the numb place in my mind, but Pace won’t let me.
He leans back down, forcing my legs to stay open and covering my body with his own, still pushing his big alpha cock inside me.
It’s wonderfully distracting, a physical anchor in a sea of fear, but it’s not enough to erase my memories.
“Talk to me, Jude. How did you end up in that alley?” he asks again. It’s a firm question, but not a command. I could ignore it if I wanted, but I suddenly feel compelled to tell him.
I feel so safe.
It’s stupid to feel that way with an alpha who snatched me off the street and then forced himself inside me, but I can’t help the way I feel.
“My father…” I start, the words hard to find with him still rutting me.
“He…he arranged a mating. To his business partner. Bruce Sterling.” I try my best to explain.
“I was scared. My heat was starting, and Bruce was in our house. He…he touched me. He groped me in my father’s office. Forced his tongue in my mouth.”
Pace sucks in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t interrupt. He just keeps rolling his hips, a slow, steady rhythm that feels strangely comforting.
“I’ve lived my whole life disappointing him,” I whisper, the confession feeling like a tear in my soul.
“The second my mother died, I was just a burden he had to handle. A reminder of the mate he wanted so badly to forget.” A rush of the awful things my father has said to me flashes through my mind.
“I’m sure he’s figured out I’ve run away. He probably hates me even more.”
That gets Pace’s attention. He stops moving, his body stilling over mine. He looks down at me, his brown eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my breath catch. “It doesn’t fucking matter what your fucking father feels,” he says, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “You belong to me now.”
Something like joy blooms in my chest, bright and terrifying.
I know it’s just my heat that’s making me crave him, that once this is over, I’ll be horrified and scared all over again.
But right now, in this moment, I just want to belong to someone who loves me.
Not someone looking to seal a business deal, but someone who actually cares.
And Pace…he seems to care. Even though deep down, I don’t really believe that.
After all, he’s in rut and would probably say anything to keep me calm and willing. Once my heat passes, this kind alpha won’t want me anymore.
No one good will ever want me.
“Look at me, Jude.” He cups my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. “I promise you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “You’ll never feel anything less than adored for the rest of your life.”
Then he kisses me.
The second his tongue touches mine, a soft cramp starts to build in my belly.
Another wave of my heat is picking up, burning through my body.
Pace senses it and starts to move his hips again.
His hips roll, edging the pain away. He breaks the kiss and moves down, sucking hard at the scent gland located just beneath my ear.
More slick pours out of my body, my cock growing hard against my belly.
But then, without warning, Pace moves, pulling his cock from my body.
I whimper, but the sound is cut off as he manhandles me onto my hands and knees.
There’s no gentleness in it, only a raw, primal purpose.
Then in one wild thrust, Pace starts fucking me like a proper alpha, taking what’s his.
One hand presses down hard between my shoulder blades, forcing my face into the soft sheets.
The feeling is indescribable, a devastating mix of humiliation and bliss.
It’s like having an alpha fuck the life out of you, leaving you with nothing but the pleasure he gives you, my own cock forgotten as he chases his release inside my body.
“Fuck!” Pace slaps my ass, the sharp crack echoing in the room, followed by the sting of his hand squeezing my flesh.
He spreads my cheeks wide, and I can feel his gaze on my most private place as he watches his cock disappear into my hole.
“Look at this perfect ass,” he grunts, his voice thick with lust. “It was made just for me.”
I can only manage a breathy moan in response, but Pace isn’t happy with that.
“Tell me,” he commands, his voice a low growl. “Tell me whose hole this is.” His cock slams forward, hitting my prostate dead-on, and I cry out. “Who do you belong to?” he repeats, his rhythm punishing.
“You!” I yell out, the word torn from my throat. “I’m yours!”
The pleasure in my body grows, a tidal wave that crests and then crashes over me. I come all over the mattress, a pathetic spurt of cum dribbling onto the dark sheets. A deep, satisfied groan rumbles from Pace’s chest at the feeling of my body clenching around him.
“Look at all that sweet cum,” he purrs.
Dazed, I lift my upper body, looking down at my own body. My cock sways wildly with sticky strings of cum as Pace continues to rut me hard.
“Fuck, Jude,” he grunts, his voice strained with effort. “I’m gonna cum.” His knot begins to grow, stretching me even wider. He tangles his hand in my hair and jerks me up onto my knees, my back arching against his chest.
My head swims as Pace pushes his face into the crook of my neck. He licks and sucks at my skin, his breath hot and ragged. I feel his ballooned knot ram against my ass, a pressure so immense it steals my breath. Then he snaps his hips, forcing his knot deep into my body.
I cry out at the sensation, another spurt of cum jerking from my cock.
Then, without any warning, sharp teeth rip into my neck, marking me.
A brutal, tearing pain makes my whole body seize.
The coppery smell of blood fills the air, sharp and metallic, mixing with Pace’s lovely leather aroma. Everything is too loud and bright, right before my vision dims. A wave of dizziness hits me, the world tilting on its axis as Pace’s claim spreads through my veins.
I’m vaguely aware of the cock still pulsing inside me and the teeth buried deep in my flesh, but more than anything, I’m aware of the fact that Pace just mated me.
He’s sealed to me forever.
I’m his.
And he is mine.
I just pray he doesn’t regret it come morning.