Chapter 20
CLAIRE
His mouth crashes into mine, and the world falls away.
A detonation of heat and hunger, his hands fisting my hair, my spine arching against him, a purr rolling through my chest. That sound I rarely make belongs entirely to these Alphas and the way they unravel me, and right now Corey’s tongue is sliding against mine, and my brain goes completely offline.
His hands slide down to the backs of my thighs, where he grips and lifts me with ease.
My legs snap around his hips, and the contact of his naked body against my exposed pussy sends a shock wave through me so intense I gasp.
He moves, carrying me until my back hits the smooth wall, the surface cool against my flushed skin.
And he pins me there with his hips and the full, devastating weight of him.
“I never thought I’d find this.” His mouth drags from my lips to my jaw, then lower, teeth scraping my throat.
“Never thought I’d feel this starvation for someone, be this feral.
” His grip tightens on my thighs, spreading me wider as he nudges impossibly closer.
“You’ve ruined me, Claire. Completely fucking destroyed me and I don’t want to be fixed. ”
“Good,” I gasp out. “Because I want you, Corey. I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I just need—”
He shifts his hips, the head of his huge erection nudging at my entrance, and I stiffen all over.
But he’s not pausing. Instead, he grins as he pushes into me, stretching me, and I cry out from the intense ache, the devastatingly incredible sensation.
He thrusts in deep with a grunt, so hard and dominating that my vision whites out.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his forehead pressed against mine, his jaw clenched. “God, Claire. You feel… fuck.” His voice fractures on the last word, and the crack in his composure does more to me than any smooth line ever could.
I have no words, only rushed breaths, but he needs no prompts as he grips my ass now and fucks me, in and out, rapidly.
My head tips back against the wall, and his mouth finds the hollow of my throat.
My hips grind against him, chasing the pressure, the friction, the unbearable building heat that’s consuming me from the inside out.
My world has narrowed to his hands on my body, his breath on my skin, his cock ramming into me. Every cell in my body burns toward that single point, and I’m gripping his shoulders so hard my fingers are cramping, but I don’t care.
I love the intensity on his face as he fucks me, fast and rough, the thumps on the wall, the wet sounds of us clashing. It’s everything, and I’m moaning louder as my arousal spikes.
In a split second, my climax slams through me.
A wave so powerful my vision fragments, my body clenching around his cock, my cry sharp and ragged.
I’m shaking, pressed against the wall with my legs locked around his waist, and he holds me through every pulse, every tremor, still thrusting, still deep.
“That’s it, sunshine.” His voice grows rough, his lips brushing my ear. “That was so beautiful, and I’m not even close to being finished with you.”
I float down slowly as everything else comes back into focus—the firelight, the music still playing, the incredible cabin surrounding us. And that’s when clarity arrives, breathless, but unmistakable.
I gasp. “I just remembered what I needed to tell you.”
“Yeah?” He tilts his head to the side, the guy incredibly handsome, those mocha bedroom eyes luring me to fall deeper under his spell.
“I was going to say… I didn’t want to have sex today.”
Silence. His hips still. “Well.”
I bite my lip.
“That ship has spectacularly sailed. It’s a bit late now, sunshine.”
I’m laughing mostly at myself. “I was trying to control myself. You saw how well that worked out.” I tighten my legs around him. “You’re very distracting when you exist.”
“So, does the rule still apply?” He shifts inside me, and the movement steals my breath.
I stare at him. His darkening gaze burns with a hunger that hasn’t dimmed despite everything we’ve just done. This man is still achingly hard inside me and asking permission with a smile on his face, and I’ve never in my life felt this desired.
“I think it’s a bit late for rules,” I whisper in a teasing tone.
“Good.” He lifts me off the wall, still inside me, carrying me as if I weigh nothing. “Because I have plans for you.”
He slides out of me and sets me on my feet. I whimper at the loss, which is mortifying and involuntary. I reach for my robe on the floor, but his hand catches my wrist, pulling me up to stand near him.
“That isn’t part of the plan.” His gaze travels down my body, unhurried, and the intensity of it presses against my skin.
“Fuck me, Claire. Your body is sin. And seeing you glistening for me, slick running down your thighs, knowing I did that? There isn’t a force on this earth that could make me let you cover up right now. ”
My cheeks burn, but I don’t turn away. The woman who would have hidden three weeks ago, who would have crossed her arms and deflected with a joke, doesn’t surface. She’s gone. What’s left is an Omega who just screamed against a wall and isn’t sorry.
Instead, I turn and stroll toward the bedroom buck naked, letting him stare.
I make it four steps.
“Stop.” The word comes from his chest, deep, resonant, a frequency I’ve never heard from a human voice. It bypasses my brain entirely and goes straight to my nervous system. My legs freeze. My feet root to the floor. My body stops moving as if his voice reached inside me and pressed pause.
I turn, startled. “What the hell was that?”
He’s standing in the firelight, naked, that huge cock stiff and glistening. His gaze is fixed on me, and there’s a quality to his stillness that’s different from before. More Alpha and animal. The grin is gone, and what’s left is ancient and primal.
“A command,” he explains. “An Alpha’s override. Your body responds to her Alpha.”
“You can just… make me stop? With your voice?”
“Mostly with a matched Omega.” The grin returns, one corner of his mouth lifting. “First time experiencing it?”
“I don’t know if I should be impressed or furious.”
“Both are fine.”
I stare at him, my body still thrumming from the command, every nerve ending lit, and between my thighs, a fresh wave of slick rolls down my skin because apparently being ordered to stop by a deep Alpha voice is a thing my biology finds extremely compelling.
I take a deliberate step toward the bedroom. Testing.
“On the bed.” His voice drops into that register again. Not a shout. Not a growl. A vibration that moves through the air and into my bones. “On your knees. Facing away from me.”
My legs carry me there before my brain signs off.
I’m climbing onto the mattress, knees sinking into the white linen, spread, and my mind is screaming, What are you doing?
while my body purrs louder than it’s ever purred, every cell oriented toward pleasing the Alpha behind me.
And the duality of it is terrifying and exhilarating. I’m so aroused I can barely breathe.
“You asshole,” I manage, breathless, looking over my shoulder. “If you think I’m going to just—”
“You have any idea what seeing your pussy dripping with slick does to an Alpha?” He strokes two fingers through the folds of my exposed pussy from behind, and my entire argument dissolves into a cry that buckles my arms. My face presses into the pillow, my hips push back, desperate, begging for more, and I hear his low laugh behind me.
“Tell me that again?”
“I hate you.” My voice is muffled by the pillow with laughter because I can’t even lie straight.
“Liar.”
He shifts closer behind me, and I feel the bed dip under his weight, feel his hands settle on my hips. I’m shuddering, slick slipping out from an anticipation so acute it borders on pain.
In no time, he’s rubbing the tip of his cock along the length of my offering, tempting me, and my hips are rocking, my ass higher, needing him.
He pushes into me slowly this time. Inch by inch. Drawing it out until I’m fisting the sheets and biting down on my lower lip. He’s bigger from this angle, or I’m tighter, maybe both, and every nerve ending I possess is concentrated on the point where our bodies meet.
Then he moves hard, deep, plunging into me unceremoniously, claiming strokes that drive the breath from my lungs.
A hand slides up my spine, fingers threading into my hair, gathering it into a fist, and tugging back just enough to arch my neck.
Ownership is written in the grip of his hand and the force of his hips and the grunt that rumbles from his chest with every thrust.
“You’re mine, Claire,” he growls, then he fucks me like a beast.
I’m gone. There’s no Claire left, no anxiety, no overthinking, no inner voice going over every mistake I’ve ever made. There’s only his body behind mine, his monster cock spreading me, and the relentless rhythm that’s driving me insane.
“Corey—” His name tears from me, broken, desperate.
“Let go. I’ve got you.”
And the way he jackhammers into me shakes the whole bed, the room, my screams flooding everything else. I’ve never been fucked before as if it’s the last time either of us will ever get the chance to do it again.
It’s fast, beautifully painful, and with that tug of my hair, the whole dominance over me is something I never thought I’d enjoy. Now, I want to submit to Corey, do anything he demands.
The thrusts escalate, and he’s growling, the sound thunderous. The friction is fire between us, when it becomes too much…
“I can’t. I’ll—”
“Let go, sunshine. I’m right behind you,” he snarls, releasing his grip on my hair.
At his command, the orgasm rips through me with unbelievable force, my whole body seizing, contracting, and I’m screaming into the pillow, hands locked in the sheets.
Corey follows me over the edge, his grip bruising on my hips, a roar tearing from his throat.
The pressure of his knot swelling, stretching me, locking us together, is so intense and overwhelmingly full that tears flood from my eyes.
I don’t know if they’re from pleasure or release or the sheer magnitude of what my body is experiencing.
He’s holding me in place, buried incredibly deep as he pumps his cum into me, and God, there’s so much of it pulsing out of him, filling me up.
Finally, he folds over me, his chest against my back, his forehead between my shoulder blades, both of us shaking, panting, locked together.
After a long moment, he gathers me into his arms, rolling us onto our sides, still knotted, still connected. His arm wraps around my waist and breasts, his lips pressing against the curve of my shoulder.
“That was incredible,” I whisper. “I had no idea my body could feel that much.”
“It’s only the beginning now that you’ve got real Alphas who know how an Omega should be treated.”
His words sink through my skin and settle deep, filling the hollow spaces Louis carved out with his cruelty. Tears sting my eyes again, and this time I know exactly why.
Exhaustion rolls through me. His hand strokes my hip, my waist, the line of my ribs, slow and soothing. The fire is a distant glow through the bedroom door, while the mountain is silent outside. His heartbeat is steady against my spine.
“Corey?”
“Mm.”
“Promise me you won’t leave.”
His arm tightens around me, those addictive lips on the back of my neck. “I would die before I left you,” he says quietly.
I grip his arm with both hands. Hold on with everything I have. The connection between us hums through the knot and against me until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.
I’ve never felt this full, this certain that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Please, I think, pressing my face against his arm, breathing him in. Please, universe, let me keep this. Don’t take it away, because I think I’ve earned this.
His breathing slows behind me. “Just rest now, my sunshine.”
I close my eyes, and for the first time in months, sleep doesn’t feel like an escape.