Chapter 22 #2
He growls, and there’s that damn effect on my body where my stomach cramps like it decides it needs to be fucked again. “If that came from any other alpha, that wouldn’t happen,” he replies, a tightness in his gaze that I don’t understand.
My knees weaken before I can stop them. My pulse flares. My whole body goes still, like my nerves can’t tell if this is fear or desire or both.“Why does that—” My voice catches. “Why does that work?”
“Because you’re mine,” he says softly, not like a threat, but like it’s simply the truth of the world.
I hate him for it.
I hate myself more for how my skin heats.
Being his fucking scent match was never supposed to happen.
“That’s enough of that,” I say, pressing my knees together as I sit there. When I glance over, something in his eyes flashes with greed.
“You will feel better with our scent stained in this room.” The words are so gentle, they almost don't fit him. “It’s one of the few things I can offer you right now that would actually help, especially with your transition.”
“What transition?”
“Off your suppressants. It could take a few months for the hormones to regulate.” He looks me over, like he’s actually taking in the small details. “You are restless in your sleep, constantly throwing off the blanket and then putting it back on. You’re dysregulating.”
I want to smack him for watching me so closely, but all I do is breathe heavier because that’s exactly what an alpha would do. “Am I going to be stuck in here forever?” I ask, not looking at him.
“No, Titan will be dealt with.” His hand moves to my thigh, gripping it. There’s so much pressure in it, and he’s barely put any effort in at all. “I will take care of all of it, Diana. Including you.”
He growls again as if to encourage me, and there’s a primal edge that comes to life in my body as I can feel his body vibrate.
Is he seriously going to skip right to fucking?
When I can feel slick start to leak out, I know I’m screwed.
All he has to do is keep making that sound until my body starts to hurt, then I’ll be begging for it like when I was in heat.
“Move the chair,” he commands, and the omega heart of mine obeys before I have any chance to even process what he just said. I shift the chair so I face him more. He slides his rough hands up my legs, both of them rubbing my inner thigh as he spreads me.
There’s so much warmth flooding my body, a fluttery wave washing over my navel.
He smells along my inner left thigh, slightly biting at my skin before pushing my dress back.
He growls again, and there’s a little irritation in his eyes.
I try to push my legs together out of instinct, but he holds them open as I feel more slick slide out.
“You won’t wear underwear while up here, do you understand?”
I don’t respond because I’m feeling guilty as hell just for enjoying this part of the interaction.
He smirks, pulling it off of me and down to my ankles.
He then holds it up, and the cotton is dark where my traitorous coochie would have been.
“You try to hold your legs together, while this is what my growls do to you?”
I’m so flooded with anticipation, because the horny part of me is hoping to an embarrassing degree that he plans to shut up by making that mouth busy.
No one ever fully warned me how dangerous an alpha could be to my sanity.
Saying ‘I’d lose all control’ doesn’t quite hit home at the full body effect that Judge has right now.
He places the underwear on the tray. “That’s the last pair you’ll wear for a very long time,” he says.
My lips part slightly, panting as I don’t know what to do.
I know what I want, but I don’t have the excuse of my heat to hide behind, and in that, I still feel guilty for letting someone like him do these things to me.
He spreads my thighs again. “Lean back.” He then narrows his eyes for a moment. “Why is your skin raw?”
Oh. I forgot about that.
When I glance down and see those echo eyes bore into me with the ferocity of an alpha who would kill ten people and sleep without ever thinking about what he did, I realize if someone ever hurts me, they will die. And the horny omega in me loves that.
“I was trying to scrub my body of your scent.”
The eyes soften, like he doesn’t, in fact, have to go kill someone. “Do not scrub my scent off while you’re here.”
God, he’s a fucking idiot. He gets pissed so easily, and then acts so patient in the same breath. “Whatever. Just do what you’re going to do.”
That seems to please him, and when he locks gaze with the betrayer between my thighs, he grins.
I can barely feel his breath on my skin, and it actually turns me on.
“You’re perfectly wet for me, you know that?
This would never happen with any other alpha.
Your body knows it’s found where it belongs. ”
I arch my hips, almost as if to tell him to put me out of this misery of waiting.
He leans down, the tip of Judge’s nose disappearing against my pussy, his tongue flat against my clit.
He rubs me with his tongue, and those hands slide up and around my hips, firmly holding me there.
My eyes close and roll, my head leaning back as my hands grip his hard shoulders for support.
It feels so fucking good I can’t see straight, his scent and my scent coalescing into something hypnotic.
I whimper hard, squeezing my muscles to help coax my orgasm. That sensation of his wet, warm mouth against my skin is decadent, and I completely lose all sense of who I am as Judge thoroughly licks my pussy, my legs spread wide.
My body squirms as I reach for that orgasm, Judge’s hands holding me firmly in place. That effect only makes it easier as I start to whimper, breathing raggedly as high-pitched sounds escape. “Fuck.”
I can hear him breathing against my skin, and when he growls right into my clit I moan even louder, digging my fingers into his muscles. I come right on his face, sucking in sharp breaths as my body melts.
While I might be spent, the alpha has just gotten started.
He keeps working until my clit is a bundle of overstimulated nerves, then he rises up, fisting the hair on the back of my head, and kisses my neck right at my scent gland, his teeth grazing the skin.
I know I’m utterly broken when my eyes roll with pleasure.
Judge doesn’t bite, though, and instead picks me up, and I grab on for balance until he’s lying me down on the bed.
He undoes his belt, nostrils flaring as he looks me over, and I watch hypnotically as his veined hands and thick forearms work.
It’s like I’m right back into my heat, and the undertone of my subconscious whispers because he is my scent match.
He rips his shirt off, the light helping me see where deep divots reflect intense wounds that have long since healed.
There’s a thick chain around his neck, and I take in his tattoos for a fraction of a moment.
There’s a skull on his heart, and a raven with open wings across his pectorals.
That reminds me of the sigil branded on the back of Dominion’s vests.
I know this is the alpha I’ve been fearing from a distance, the very one that Selene hates. But the longer his scent coats my lungs, especially with whatever heady aroma he emits when he’s rutting, it’s like I’m a vegetarian wolf being presented with another fat, bloody steak.
Denying it, I think, might be impossible.
“Take off your dress,” he gently commands before releasing another growl that sends my knees slightly buckling. I take it off because I don’t think I can handle him doing it for me.
My pride can only take so many hits at once, and I think I’d like it if he did.
While I do that, he removes his pants to unveil his large, perfect alpha cock that is already hard, veined, and slightly dripping with pre-cum.
The wonderful smell is something I’ll never be able to understand.
He goes to his knees on the bed, lifting my legs up and to the side so he can slide his cock over my clit.
I’m almost delirious with the need for him to shove it all inside of me.
When I watch his cock disappear into me with the ease that my slick grants him, those rough, veined hands gripping my thighs, I whimper.
There’s no logic. No reasoning. Just some fucking between an alpha and omega, and I don’t even quite remember my own name as he fills me so thoroughly.
The way my body rides off the wake of my orgasm with his cock makes me grip the bedding.
He rocks in and out of me, his stomach flexing with each thrust. He breathes quicker, even grunting.
“Such a good fucking omega. Your pretty pussy takes me so well,” he growls out.
“Because I,” he grunts. “Am.” A thrust. “Your alpha.”
What do I do in response? I moan, my back arching as I rock back and forth to his fucking.
Judge slams hard into me with a roar, coming right into me.
I whimper with pleasure when his knot stretches me out, locking us together while the rest of me is filled with his cock.
He repositions us so we’re on our sides, my ass firmly pressed against his lower stomach.
Wrapping a massive, warm arm around me, he breathes heavily in my ear, feeling his cum slightly dribble out while knotted.
Add all that onto me breathing in a nest that smells of us, and I’m utterly limp.
“This is unnatural,” I say, a deep sense of sleep coming over me with heavy eyelids. “Did you drug me again?”
“No,” he gently answers. “From what I have gathered, your body hasn’t relaxed in a very, very long time. To the point your nervous system is fried. While you’re here, you’re going to help your body heal from that.”
“By you fucking me?” I ask with a lame attempt at a laugh, closing my eyes fully. What’s the point in fighting it? He’s right, and how I desperately miss good sleep.
“By having your alpha tend to your needs, yes.”
Nope, I don’t like the way that stirs something inside of me.
The fight drains out of me rather quickly.
The warmth of his body, the weight of his arm, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it all blurs together until the room feels far away.
My eyelids grow heavier, the world softening at the edges, and before I can think of another question to throw at him, I’m gone, slipping under, caught somewhere between his heartbeat and sleep.