Chapter 24 #2
“You have so much energy,” I gasp, trying desperately to catch my breath as he continues moving me on him, not giving me time to fully recover. “How is that even possible?”
He lifts me off him, and I whimper at the sudden loss of his cock, at the emptiness. But then he’s turning me around with strong hands, repositioning me to face him.
“I want to see your face clearly when I make you come again. Want to watch your eyes when you fall apart.”
I climb onto his lap, facing him now, legs trembling, breathless and overwhelmed. “You’re insatiable.”
“You have no idea.” His hands grip my hips firmly, possessively. “I have to make up for all those years I waited for you to enter my life. All that time I spent completely alone, thinking I’d never find this. Never find you. I’m not wasting a single moment now that I have you.”
I open my mouth to respond, to say something teasing or sweet, but his hands are already guiding me down onto him again, and whatever I was going to say dissolves into a long moan.
He thrusts up into me like an animal unleashed, powerful and relentless even in the water, and I’m bouncing on him helplessly, water going everywhere, unable to do anything but hold on to his broad shoulders and take everything he’s giving me.
His gaze drops to my chest, watching my breasts move with each hard thrust. “Your body is stunning.”
“Flatterer,” I gasp out between moans.
“Truth-teller,” he corrects. “You’re going to be in our bed every single night from now on. I’m going to wake you up with my mouth between your legs. Fall asleep with you wrapped around me. No more sleeping alone. No more cold beds.”
His mouth drops to my chest, kissing and licking, trailing lower until he closes over my breast. But he doesn’t just take the nipple. He takes a mouthful, sucking hard, and I cry out at the intense sensation.
I feel his fingers sliding back to grip my ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh there. Then suddenly one finger is probing somewhere I’ve never been touched before, pressing against my back entrance, and my eyes fly open in shock.
“Slater—”
He pushes in slightly, just the tip of his finger breaching that tight ring of muscle, and the sensation is so completely new, so delicious and forbidden and overwhelming, that I explode without any warning.
At the exact same moment, he bites down hard on my breast, his teeth sinking in deep, breaking the skin.
But with the bite comes something else entirely. Something completely unexpected.
A rush of intense emotion floods through me like a dam breaking open.
My heart beats frantically, racing, and suddenly I’m aware of Slater in a way I absolutely wasn’t before.
I can feel him where we’re joined as if there’s a glowing connection between us now, a shimmering thread tying our hearts together, binding us.
All I can think about is him. How my heart beats specifically for him. How he makes me feel simultaneously safe and wild despite the darkness in his desires, the edge of danger in his touch. How right this feels despite how terrifying it should be.
When I finally come back to myself, shuddering and gasping and completely wrecked, he releases my breast slowly.
I look down with unfocused eyes and see the bite mark clearly. Deep indentations from his teeth forming a perfect circle. Blood welling up around my pink areola, vivid against my pale skin.
He smirks at his handiwork, looking entirely too satisfied and smug with himself.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he says, wiping some of the blood away with his thumb, smearing it slightly. “I tried to resist the urge, tried to hold back, but fuck, you do things to me, Anita. Make me lose every single bit of control I thought I had.”
“You marked me,” I say, still trying to process what just happened, my voice shaking. “That wasn’t just a love bite or a bruise. That was a claiming mark.”
“You’re mine, little Omega. Ours.” His eyes are intense, possessive, burning with something fierce. “And I couldn’t risk losing you, not after just finding you. The mark ensures that everyone knows you’re claimed. That you belong to us.”
My thoughts are racing frantically. This is happening so incredibly fast. We just barely reconciled, and now he’s marked me? Created some kind of bond between us that I can actually feel pulsing?
But even as the rational part of my brain tries desperately to panic, tries to throw up warning flags, the rest of me is swooning because he claimed me. It’s terrifying and wonderful and everything I secretly wanted but was too scared to hope for after what happened with my last pack.
Just then, he lifts us both out of the water, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as I cling to him, water streaming off our bodies, him still buried inside me.
“Okay,” he says, carrying me toward the large cushioned lounge area near the crackling fireplace. “We need to test out that couch over there. Because so far, I’ve been holding back significantly.”
“God, you have?” I can’t even imagine what him not holding back looks like if this is restrained.
“Water makes me a bit slower. Restricts my movement, limits what I can do.” He lays me down on the plush surface, his cock sliding out of me. “But here, I can really show you what it means to be thoroughly claimed by an Alpha. By me.”
“Oh gosh, maybe we should take a break,” I suggest weakly, even though my traitorous body is already responding eagerly to the promise in his voice.
He laughs, the sound rich and absolutely uncompromising.
“Not happening. Not even close. Trust me, you’re going to love every single dirty second of it, and your body is already begging desperately for my knot.
I can see it in your eyes, in the slick trickling out of your sweet pussy.
” He pulls back and lowers his attention between my spread legs, smiling.
He’s absolutely right. Despite how thoroughly used I already feel, despite the multiple intense orgasms, despite everything, I’m still hungry for more. My instincts are screaming insistently for him to knot me, to claim me completely and finally.
It almost reminds me of the heavy, consuming arousal I experience during my heat, except that’s not due for another couple of weeks at least. Unless he’s somehow tapping into me, bringing it out earlier than it should be…
God, I hope not, because if I go into heat around these four men, I won’t be able to control myself at all.
He positions himself over me on the plush couch, settling his considerable weight between my thighs. He’s massive. Thick and long and intimidating each time I see him.
He lines himself up and pushes in with one smooth thrust.
I cry out sharply at the sudden fullness, my back arching off the couch, hands scrambling for purchase on his broad shoulders.
“Fuck,” he growls. “So tight. Even after everything, you’re still gripping me like a vise.”
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. Doesn’t ease me into it gently. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, setting a brutal pace that has me gasping and moaning with each powerful thrust.
The couch is sturdy, but it’s still shifting slightly with the force of his movements. He’s not holding back anymore. Not being careful. Just taking what he wants with primal intensity.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” His voice is rough, commanding. “To be fucked properly. To be reminded that you’re mine.”
“God, yes.”
His hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, possessive and dominant.
“I’m yours,” I moan, desperate to tell him. “All yours.”
“That’s my good girl.”
He shifts the angle, hitting something deep inside me that has stars exploding behind my eyes. I’m climbing impossibly fast, my body wound so tight I think I might come again.
He doesn’t stop or slow. Just keeps driving into me relentlessly, chasing his own release now with single-minded focus. He follows immediately, shouting my name, and I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me completely with his seed.
There’s no pause in how much he spills into me, his chest rumbling with a growl, his eyes locked on me, so intense, so dark, so obsessed.
And then his knot starts to swell, stretching me impossibly wider, pushing at my insides, forcing itself in place, and panic and excitement war inside me.
“Slater, I—”
“Take it,” he growls. “We were made for this.”
The knot locks us together completely, and the sensation is so overwhelming, so intensely foreign and perfect, that I come again just as fast.
Both of us breathing hard, sweating, bound together.
Even if all of this scares me senseless and it’s happening way too fast, he’s mine, and I’m his now.
And there’s absolutely no going back from this.
Not that I want to.