Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
SASHA
I wake up slowly, the warmth of Levi’s body pressed against mine. His arm is heavy across my waist, fingers curled possessively around my hip, holding me close. I shift slightly, trying to ease the dull ache in my lower back, but the moment I move, I feel it—the hard press of his cock against my ass. My breath catches, and I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips. Even asleep, he’s insatiable.
I could stay like this forever, wrapped in his arms, feeling the heat of him against my skin, but a wicked thought creeps into my mind—what if I push him just a little?
I shift again, more deliberately this time, pressing back against him.
He growls low in his throat, a sound that sends a thrill straight to my core. Levi’s grip tightens, and he rolls me onto my back in one smooth motion. His eyes are dark and half-lidded with sleep, but there’s a dangerous edge to them, a warning that I know all too well. I know what’s coming; I know exactly how this will play out, and the thrill of it has my blood singing in my veins.
“Trying to tease me?” His voice is rough, thick with sleep and something else—something that makes my pulse quicken.
“No,” I murmur, though my body betrays me, arching slightly beneath him, eager for his touch. “Just… stretching.”
Levi’s eyes narrow, a predatory grin curling his lips. “Liar.”
Before I can respond, he shifts, his cock pressing insistently against my entrance. The feel of his dick, hot and demanding, sends a jolt of electricity through me. I can’t help the small gasp that escapes my lips, and the sound seems to push him over the edge.
With a growl that’s more animal than human, Levi thrusts into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke, his knot bumping at my entrance. A sound tears from my throat—not just from the pleasure, but from the way he fills me so completely.
He sets a brutal pace, driving into me with a force that has me clutching at the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I try to hold on. But there’s no holding on, no grounding myself when Levi has me like this—entirely at his mercy.
There’s no room for thought, no room for anything but the feel of him, the sound of his ragged breathing, the harsh slap of skin against skin as he claims me over and over.
“Levi,” I moan, my voice trembling with need, filled with desperation to reach that sweet, shattering release.
But he doesn’t slow down; he doesn’t give me an inch of mercy. Instead, his pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, as if he’s intent on breaking me.
And I’m so close—so, so close.
Pleasure keeps building and building, tightening in my stomach like something about to snap. I’m right there, so close I can taste it—my whole body straining for it—when Levi suddenly pulls back. The loss hits hard, leaving me aching and breathless.
“No,” I whimper, my voice breaking with frustration. I writhe beneath him, trying to chase my orgasm, but he holds me down, his grip unyielding.
“Not yet,” he growls. “You snuck off yesterday and then doubted my feelings. This is your punishment.”
The command in his tone sends a shiver down my spine, and I know he means it—he’s not going to let me come until he’s good and ready.
I bite my lip, trying to stifle the needy whimper that threatens to escape. I’ve been here before, but his tongue has been the weapon, held on the edge of ecstasy, denied over and over until I’m a trembling, desperate mess. It’s torture, but it’s also exhilarating—to be so completely under his control, to know that my pleasure is his to give or withhold as he sees fit.
“Please,” I gasp, the word torn from me as he drags his nails down my sides. His fingers slip between my legs, teasing me with just enough pressure to make me moan, but not enough to push me over the edge.
He chuckles, the sound dark, a sharp contrast to the needy whimpers that are spilling from my lips. “Not yet,” he repeats with a sadistic tone that makes my heart race.
The next few minutes are a blur of sensation as Levi’s hands and mouth drive me insane. He edges me over and over, bringing me to the very precipice of orgasm, only to pull me back again. Each time, it’s harder to hold on, harder to resist the urge to beg, to plead with him to let me come. My body is a trembling, quivering mess, every nerve on fire, every muscle straining as I try to keep from falling apart.
I know this is my punishment for disobeying him, for testing his limits. And Levi is nothing if not thorough when it comes to teaching me a lesson. He’s incessant, pushing me further than I thought I could go, driving me to the brink of madness with his denial.
When he finally takes me again, it’s with a roughness that leaves no room for anything but pure, unadulterated need. He thrusts into me hard, his pace relentless, and I can feel him swelling, his knot starting to fully form inside me, stretching me tight. The sensation is too much, too overwhelming, and I’m right there on the edge again, teetering, ready to fall.
“Now,” Levi growls, his voice thick with his alpha bark, and it’s all I need.
I let go, the orgasm crashing over me with a force that leaves me breathless. I scream his name, my body convulsing around him as he pushes me through wave after wave of pleasure. And then his knot locks us together as he spills into me, his growl vibrating through my entire body.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, the feel of him still pulsing inside me, the heavy weight of his body pinning me down. I’m a boneless heap, and the only thing keeping me tethered to reality is the steady thrum of Levi’s heartbeat against my body.
Levi shifts slightly, his arm still wrapped around me, holding me close. He presses a kiss to my lips, lingering there for a moment before he pulls back just enough to look at me. His eyes are dark, but there’s a softness in them now, a tenderness that contrasts with the brutal way he just claimed me.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. He strokes my back gently. “You took my knot so well.”
A shiver runs through me at his words, a mix of pride and lingering need swirling in my chest. I feel a sense of accomplishment, of having pleased him, but there’s also a small, dark part of me that craves more. More of his dominance, more of his control, more of the way he can make me feel so utterly helpless and yet so completely safe at the same time.
“You make it hard not to,” I breathe , still coming down from the high of my release. I nestle deeper into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body against mine, the way he holds me as if I’m something precious.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against me. “I’m supposed to,” he says, his tone teasing, but with that underlying edge that makes my heart skip a beat.
We lay there for a while, our bodies still tangled together, his knot holding us close. I close my eyes, letting myself relax into the afterglow, the sense of contentment that washes over me, flowing through the bond. There’s something about these moments, the quiet aftermath, that I cherish just as much as the wild, passionate chaos that comes before.
After a while, he rolls off of me but lies on his side facing me. “How did it feel?” he asks. “To kill? To get a little torture in?”
His question catches me off guard, and for a moment, I’m speechless. Memories of last night rush back. The feel of warm blood on my hands, the look in their eyes, the rush of power as I took control, ending a life with nothing but my own strength. A slow smile spreads across my lips, dark and satisfied, and I know Levi can sense it even if he can’t see it. He always seems to know what’s going on in my head.
“It felt good,” I admit.
But as the words leave my mouth, I realize it’s more than just satisfaction that I’m feeling. There’s something deeper, something darker. “But it showed me something, too.”
Levi repositions, and I can see his eyes on me, studying my face with that intense, penetrating gaze of his. “Oh?”
“I’m not done,” I murmur, my words barely more than a whisper. “I want more.”
For a moment, he says nothing, simply watching me, his expression unreadable, his emotions void in the bond. Then, slowly, his lips curl into a smile, one that’s all approval and pride. “Okay,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “Then we find you targets. Use your evil for good.”
His words linger in the air between us. A part of me thrills at the thought, the idea of what’s to come, the challenges we’ll face together. But there’s also a knot of something else in my chest—something that’s been gnawing at me ever since last night. It’s an uncertainty, a fear that I haven’t been able to shake.
“What are we going to do about your Kismet?” I ask.
“I don’t quite know yet.” He sighs. “But I know he can’t stay with the Carlisle Pack. And I know that he could be the key to bringing Tom down.”
His answer isn’t exactly comforting, but it’s the truth. And that’s something I can always count on with Levi—he never sugarcoats things.
“What if he doesn’t like me?” The question is out before I can stop it. It’s not like me to doubt myself, but this omega… he’s an unknown, a wild card in a game that’s already risky enough.
“He’s going to love you,” he says, and those words make my heart skip a beat.
“I didn’t know you were into guys, by the way.” I raise a brow. “Seems like something that should have been mentioned, huh?”
Levi nods. “I’m not, or at least I didn’t think I was. It never occurred to me, but I guess I’ve only ever been with women. I’ve never been against the idea, but a man has never piqued my interest. And no one has piqued it since you.”
“You never cease to surprise me,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss him, desperate to feel that connection again. The kiss is slow, lingering, and when I finally pull back, I can’t help the mischievous glint in my eyes. “It could be hot, you know,” I tease, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Watching you fuck a man.”
Levi’s eyes darken with arousal, the air between us thickening with tension, the bourbon in his scent mixing with mine in a decadent cocktail. But then, just as quickly, his expression changes, a small frown creasing his brow. “But he has another alpha, too.”
“Ironic, it’s the alpha that crashed my murder party.”
“Yeah, and I invited that alpha over for dinner today. We need to feel him out more, see what his endgame is now that his sister’s story is solved,” Levi tells me.
Levi’s eyes meet mine, and the seriousness in them makes my heart pound. This is more than just a game, more than just a thrill. There’s so much at stake, so many moving pieces, and this omega is at the center of it all.
“I’m ready,” I say softly, my voice filled with resolve. Whatever happens, whatever comes next, I know I’m ready. I have to be.
Levi’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin as he leans in to kiss me again, this time slower, more tender. “I know you are,” he murmurs against my lips. “That’s why I love you, Sasha. Because you’re strong, and you’re not afraid of anything.”
His words make my belly flutter with butterflies. I close my eyes and melt into his touch, into his kiss. I know, as long as I have him by my side, I can face whatever comes next.