Chapter 14
Aprimal growl rumbles from Sebastian’s chest as he yanks off his T-shirt. The scars extend farther than I realized, mapping a constellation of pain across his left hip and thigh.
His pants hit the floor, followed by his underwear, and I whimper at the sight of him naked. My mouth waters at his impressive size, thicker and longer than the largest toy we practiced with, curving upward with a pearl of fluid at the tip.
Another wave of need crashes through me, and my thighs instinctively spread wider, slick pooling beneath me.
His chest expands with a deep inhale, nostrils flaring as he scents my arousal. “You smell so good.”
I reach for him, fingers grasping at air. “Please, I need you inside me.”
He crawls onto the bed, all coiled muscle and intent, the light catching on the ridges of his scars. When he reaches me, he grasps my thighs, pushing them wider as he positions himself between them.
“You’re not prepped enough,” he mutters, even as his cock nudges at my entrance. His hands shake where they grip my flesh. “I should go slower, use my fingers first.”
My back arches as another cramp twists through me. “No time. Please, my Alpha.”
The title breaks the last of his control, and he surges forward in a thrust that seats him halfway inside me. Pain tears through me, a burning stretch that steals my breath despite the slick easing his way. I cry out, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
“I’m sorry.” Sebastian’s hips pull back before he surges forward again, pushing deeper. “Fuck, you’re still so tight.”
“Keep going.” I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. “Fill me, Alpha.”
Sebastian reaches between us, gripping my dick as he works himself deeper into my body. Each push stretches me wider, splitting me open around him. When he finally bottoms out, we both pause, panting into each other’s mouths.
“So full,” I gasp, my inner walls clenching around his intrusion. The initial pain recedes, but the sense of fullness remains, bordering on too much. “You feel so good inside me.”
Sebastian kisses me, deep and desperate, his tongue mirroring the invasion of his cock. “I’m sorry. I can’t stop now. Need to move.”
“Then move.” I dig my heels into his lower back. “Give me what I need.”
He pulls back, the drag of his cock within my sensitive channel sending sparks up my spine, then drives back in with a force that shifts me up the mattress. His apology dies on his lips as instinct takes over, and he sets a punishing rhythm that knocks the headboard into the wall.
“Yes,” I moan, my hands sliding down to grip his ass, urging him deeper. “Harder, Alpha.”
The pain lingers at the edges, but pleasure overrides it with each thrust. My dick leaks within Sebastian’s fist, painfully hard. Sebastian’s weight pushes me into the mattress, his body covering mine as he pounds into me with abandon.
“Mine.” His teeth scrape my sensitive skin. “My Omega.”
The words send a fresh wave of slick flowing around his cock, my body responding to his claim.
“Yours,” I gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “All yours.”
Sebastian shifts his angle, lifting my hips, and stars explode behind my eyelids as he hammers my prostate. My cock jerks, pre-cum pooling on my stomach as pressure builds at the base of my spine.
“Sebastian, I’m close,” I moan, nails digging into his ass. “I’m going to come.”
His rhythm falters for a moment before resuming with renewed vigor. “Yes,” he pants into my ear. “Milk my cock.”
He pumps my length, and the dual stimulation pushes me toward the edge. My thighs begin to shake, my muscles tightening as release coils tighter.
“Alpha,” I cry out, the word punched from my lungs as he hits that spot again. “Please, I need—”
“Take it, Micah.” Sebastian’s grip tightens around me, his strokes matching the brutal pace of his hips. “Take everything I give you.”
The command breaks the last of my restraint. My orgasm tears through me, spilling over his fingers and onto my stomach as my body bows off the bed. My inner walls clamp down on him, trying to keep him deep inside where I need him most.
Sebastian roars, his hips stuttering as my climax triggers his own. The hot pulse of his cock floods me with his seed, each throb sending aftershocks of pleasure through my over-sensitized body. It eases the cramping, my body getting what it desires with his release.
“Micah,” he gasps, arms trembling where they cage my head. “God, Micah.”
Before my body stops shaking, Sebastian withdraws with a slick, obscene sound that sends another wave of need through me. He grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with strength that leaves me breathless.
The cool sheets provide brief relief for my overheated skin before Sebastian’s weight settles on top of me again, his chest covering my back, and his breath hot into my ear.
“Still need you,” he growls, barely sounding human. “It’s not enough.”
His knees push my thighs apart, widening my stance. One hand slides beneath my hips, lifting me so my ass rises in the air. I grip the pillow, turning my face to the side to breathe as Sebastian positions himself at my entrance again.
“Yes,” I encourage, pushing backward. “Take me, Alpha.”
Without hesitation, he drives into me with brutal force, bottoming out. The angle is deeper this way, his cock reaching places inside me that blur my vision. Despite the lingering soreness from our first coupling, pleasure floods through me, my body welcoming his return.
Sebastian drapes himself over me, his chest sliding on my sweat-slick back as he establishes a punishing rhythm.
His weight pins me to the mattress, leaving me no choice but to take what he gives.
Each thrust jolts me forward, my dick rubbing the sheets, providing friction that builds my pleasure higher.
“So perfect,” he pants, his lips brushing my neck. “My Omega.”
His teeth scrape over my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. My body responds instinctively, inner walls clenching around him, drawing him deeper. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping, my broken moans, and Sebastian’s grunts of exertion.
“Mine.” The word rumbles through his chest and into mine.
Then his teeth find my nape with gentle pressure, testing. The sensation sends electricity racing through my veins, and I freeze beneath him, understanding what’s about to happen.
“Sebastian,” I gasp.
His rhythm falters, a moment of clarity breaking through his Alpha haze. But then my Heat pheromones pull him under again, his hips snap forward with renewed vigor, and his teeth clamp down hard on my nape, breaking the skin.
The burning sensation of the claiming bite tears a shocked gasp from my throat. Pain flares bright, then transforms into waves of pleasure unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
I howl into the pillow, my body convulsing around him as I orgasm again. Vaguely, I’m aware of Sebastian’s hips stuttering, of his cock pulsing inside me, filling me again with his release. But these sensations pale compared with the knowledge that he Marked me.
When Sebastian’s teeth release my neck, reality crashes back. He goes rigid above me, his breath catching as awareness returns.
“Micah,” he whispers in horror. “What have I done?”
His weight lifts from my back as he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. Gentle fingers brush my hair aside, examining the Mark on my nape, and the touch sends aftershocks of pleasure radiating from the bite.
“I’m so sorry.” Sebastian’s voice breaks on the words. “I never meant to— God, Micah, I lost control. I claimed you without permission. I’ve done everything wrong.”
I roll over to face him, wincing at the soreness in my hips.
Sebastian falls back on the bed, his expression devastated, fingers trembling as they hover over me. “You must hate me. We never discussed this. I had no right to—”
“Alpha.” I crawl up his body to straddle his waist, my Heat still riding me hard. “I need more.”
“But—”
I silence his apologies with my mouth as I sink back down on his cock.
He groans, his hands gentler now when they grip my hips. “It’s okay. Take what you need.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, nuzzling his neck as my hips move, trying to slake my thirst. “My Alpha.”
He was always going to be mine, so I don’t regret that it happened this way.
I try to tell him as much, but the fever of Heat clouds my thoughts.
Later. We’ll talk about it later.
The next three days blur together in a haze of pleasure and connection. Sebastian leaves the bed only to bring me water and food, coaxing me to eat between bouts of desperate coupling. My body burns for him continuously, my Heat intensified by the fresh bond between us.
He bathes me in the shower when I can’t stand on my own, water sluicing over our joined bodies as he takes me again. He feeds me morsels of fruit from his fingers, kissing the juice from my lips. He changes the soaked sheets while I lean against him, unable to support my own weight.
When exhaustion claims us both, he clutches me to his chest, holding me tight as if I might disappear. I fall asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart, secure in the knowledge that I’m protected, claimed, and cherished.
On the fourth morning, I wake to silence. The burning fever of my Heat has broken, leaving my body sore but satisfied.
My hand reaches for Sebastian, seeking his warmth, and finds only empty, cold sheets where he should be.
I sit up, confusion cutting through the fog of sleep. “Sebastian?”
No answer comes. The apartment feels hollow somehow. I wrap the sheet around my naked body and pad through the rooms on unsteady legs.
The bathroom stands empty, no steam on the mirror, no damp towels on the rack. The kitchen shows no signs of breakfast preparation. Sebastian’s clothes, which had been scattered across my floor in our haste, are gone.
I return to the bedroom, sinking onto the mattress as understanding dawns.
Sebastian abandoned me.