5. Chapter 5
Rosalina
Tonight might be my last chance to choose for myself.
Butterflies swept through my stomach in a torrent.
This was stupid. He could force a bond on me, and I’d be his forever.
Fuck, if that didn’t sound amazing right now.
Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, the thrill urged me on.
My friends back at college did this sort of crazy shit all the time, but not me.
I was focused on my schoolwork, so focused that now I was desperate for any kind of physical touch.
I’d denied myself for so long. Didn’t I deserve this?
The light inside the elevator was soft, casting a warm glow over the man standing in front of me. Everything about him screamed danger, but I was committed to this small bit of recklessness before my father locked me away for good.
His sharp jaw was the feature I’d noticed in the shadows of the club, but now his perfectly straight nose, oil-slick black hair, and arresting green eyes were clear. Men with his dark hair and deep copper skin seldom had such unusually colored eyes. It lured me in for a better look.
He took my movement as an invitation and leaned in to capture my mouth in a kiss that stole the thoughts right from my head. My eyes fluttered closed, forgetting why I’d moved closer in the first place.
I could stare dreamily into his pretty green eyes later.
His tongue was so fucking distracting with its wickedly skilled undulations.
A kiss like this could make me forget my own name.
He didn’t stop as the lift continued its journey to the top, and even when it dinged, announcing the arrival at our destination, he took his time dragging desperate, needy moans from me.
We should get off the elevator—eventually.
I wasn’t in a hurry.
His thigh shifted, sliding between mine, and I rocked against it, shamelessly seeking more of that delicious friction.
It wasn’t enough, and I whimpered. Without breaking the kiss, I wrapped a leg around his waist. His hands cupped my ass, lifting me until I was clinging to him like a naughty koala.
I couldn’t get enough of this man, whoever he was. God, he smelled so good.
He carried me into his apartment with ease, shedding his jacket as I clung to him.
Doors banged open and closed, but I was drunk on his presence.
Who needed alcohol when a man kissed like some kind of sex god?
I didn’t care where we were going as long as I was going with him.
He lifted the long-forgotten bottle of champagne from my fingers and set it aside as he laid me down on a deep, luxurious mattress.
There was a look in his eyes as he towered over me in the muted light. Something I didn’t fully understand. But when his lips turned up in the sexiest smile I’d ever seen, that look evaporated from my mind. This man was bad for me, turning rational thought to useless mush.
His tattooed fingers dragged the tie from around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt, one excruciating button at a time. When I saw his tattooed chest on display, any remaining thought of leaving vanished into the night.
He was glorious. Intricate swirls of black and gray traced the ridges and valleys of his defined muscles, crawling up the sides of his throat and down to the tips of his fingers.
It stole the breath from my lungs. The stylized M woven into the skull pattern above his heart struck me as familiar. Why did that remind me of something?
I stopped caring when he leaned down, pulling the delicate straps of my dress off my shoulders, baring my breasts to his tongue.
His touch was magic, leaving goosebumps wherever it landed.
When he drew a stiffened peak between his lips and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, I nearly blacked out as pleasure surged through me.
“Is this good, pretty girl? You like that?” he growled before switching his attention to the other side.
The menacing depth of his voice sparked an echo of fear, but God, it was absolute bliss. When an answer didn’t leave my lips fast enough, he paused, his mouth hovering over the tightly furled peaks.
I squirmed, my heart speeding in my chest. “Fuck. Don’t stop.” Rabid desperation ripped the breathy plea from my throat without a second thought.
I wanted this. I wanted him. No matter what happened, or how dangerous this was, I wanted it.
The brush of his smile caressed my needy skin, but when my fingers dropped to his waistband and made quick work of the fastening, that smile vanished and was replaced by a pleased groan.
My hand snaked into his boxers, closing around his more than impressive length.
He hissed in a breath, rocking into my grip.
His shoes hit the floor with muffled thuds, and he hastily pushed his pants down over his hips.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Tonight I’ll give you the world. All you need to do is ask for it.” He hovered, watching me.
Panting, I leaned up on my elbows. “Get over here and fuck me, for fuck's sake. Don’t make me wait.”
His smile was sinister as his eyes raked over my prone form.
He was massive, and my body responded to the sight immediately.
I’d never been with an alpha before, but slick trickled down my thighs in anticipation.
Omegas were built for an alpha’s desire, and I was looking forward to finding out exactly what that meant. Tonight, right now, for the first time.
He slid the hem of my dress up and up, hooking the band of my panties with his fingers and giving them a sharp tug. It stung as the material snapped, and then the sopping fabric was tossed aside, leaving me bare to his ravenous gaze.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured against my lips as he dragged the tip of his cock between my slick, saturated folds.
I squirmed, not amused by his teasing, but he didn’t make me suffer for long. Soon I felt the pressure of his blunt crown push into my smoldering warmth, stretching me wide around his thickness.
My body wasn’t used to anything that big, but the sensation was better than any fantasy I’d ever had.
The pressure bordered on pain until he started moving in a steady rhythm, shallow at first but deeper with each long, smooth stroke.
His length slid across every sensitive nerve like a heat-seeking missile, and then the world exploded in a shower of sparks.
An orgasm hit me like a freight train out of nowhere, and I shuddered, clenching around his hard shaft, and gasped out a moan. I’d never felt anything like it, but I’d never been fucked by an alpha either. Maybe this is what I’d been missing all along.
He smiled against my neck as I drifted down from the pinnacle, keeping a slow, steady beat. “That’s just the beginning, little omega.”
I probably should’ve been worried about a comment like that.
Especially when he pulled out, flipped me over, and thrust back into my slick-soaked channel from behind.
My mind was engulfed in a pleasure-filled haze.
This angle hit nerve clusters I didn’t even know I had.
I writhed and squirmed under his controlled weight as he pushed me to new heights.
“Yes, yes. Just like that,” I whimpered mindlessly into the pillow, muffling my cries.
My moans and the wet slapping of his rough pounding echoed off the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the entire wall of his bedroom.
City lights twinkled like glitter beyond the glass, lending a dreamlike quality to the whole encounter.
I let my eyes slide shut and gave in to the experience.
His clove and bourbon scent thickened, and I breathed him in as if it were the only cure for my every need.
He toyed with me, bringing me to the peak and holding me just on the edge of release, dragging the ecstasy on and on until I was a sobbing mess, desperate to feel the euphoria he’d shown me before.
His hand slid past my hip and between my soaking folds.
The sharp brush of his fingers over my clit made my belly coil and tighten.
I was so close, but he played me expertly, forcing my pleasure higher than anything I’d ever felt.
The tingle of another orgasm spiraled up out of the shadows of my lust-filled delirium, and my muscles flexed and strained around his shaft.
Each thrust drove me one step closer to the edge until I was gasping and teetering on the brink.
The flare of his growing knot pressed against my entrance, teasing me with its terrifying promise.
Every thrust stretched me open further. The painful pleasure was beyond anything I could imagine.
I wanted it as much as it scared me, but he held back, rationing it out in tiny sips of brutal bliss, and it had me begging for more while he balanced my ecstasy on a razor’s edge.
Words vanished from my mind, only indecipherable moans spilled from my lips. My body craved him and slick gushed over his swelling knot. I wanted it more than my next breath, but he only teased me with its scalding thickness. I whimpered and arched, pressing harder against each thrust.
If only he would knot me, I would feel whole. I knew what I needed, if only he’d give it to me.
My body trembled, aching and unfulfilled, but so fucking close. I mumbled pleas into the clove-scented pillow pressed against my face. It consumed me with a feral desire, like nothing I’ve known before. I lifted my hips, begging him to fill me like I craved. In a way no one else ever had before.
His free hand clamped around my hip, holding me exactly how he wanted, as I felt his sweat-slicked skin cover my back.
His tightly leashed words and hot breath filled my ear. “Come for me.” He commanded, and his harsh, gravely voice, spoken against the sensitive curve of my neck, tipped me into a freefall.
Oh fuck.
The sharp tips of his teeth scraped across my flesh, and every muscle in my body contracted. Molten fire poured through my veins, and fireworks danced in my vision.
He held out until I reached the crest of my climax before driving into me one last time, shoving his knot past my entrance, stretching me to the breaking point, and ripping a scream from my chest. I’d never been so full in my life, and it sent my orgasm racing like an avalanche that felt as if it would never end.
Until finally, he shuddered, filling me with hot jets of cum, and joined me in mindless bliss.
I gasped, heaving in labored breaths, trying to recover from the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering climax I’d ever had.
His arms wrapped around me, rolling us both onto our sides, locked together on his huge knot.
He nuzzled my neck, burying his nose in my hair, and held me tight to him.
His soft purr rumbled across my skin, comforting me.
I didn’t know how or when it happened, but at some point, I fell asleep with his knot still swollen, binding me to him, and his rolling purr soothing every aching muscle and frayed nerve.
It was the safest I’d ever felt.
But this wasn’t meant to be. Alphas were dangerous, intoxicating, and addicting, and now I understood why. I couldn’t do this again, and my father could never find out.