Chapter 2 #4
“Faster,” I demand, nails digging into his back. He obliges, picking up the pace, the bed creaking faintly under us. We both freeze for a second, listening, but the house stays silent. He laughs quietly against my ear.
“Told you—quiet.”
“Shut up and go harder.” I clench around him, making him gasp, and he does, thrusting deeper, the angle hitting just right. The banter fades into pants and whispers, our chaotic energies syncing perfectly. It’s wild and reckless, but contained in this bubble of secrecy.
He flips me onto my stomach suddenly, pulling my hips up, and enters me from behind. The new position is intense, his cock driving deeper, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my moans, the pleasure building again, fierce and unstoppable.
“Like that?” he whispers, voice strained. “Tell me.”
“Yes, fuck yes,” I hiss back, pushing against him. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He doesn’t. His free hand grips my hair, tugging lightly—not enough to hurt, just to heighten everything—and we move together, faster, the slap of skin on skin barely audible over our heavy breathing.
Sweat slicks our bodies, and that Alpha scent of his intensifies, mingling with my own Omega perfume, creating a heady mix that makes my head spin.
I come again, clenching around him, and he follows soon after, burying himself deep with a choked groan, collapsing over me. We lay there, tangled and spent, his arms wrapping around me as our breaths even out.
“Not bad for a one-night thing,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder.
I smirk into the pillow. “Don’t get attached, wildcard. You don’t want my chaos.”
He chuckles softly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
The afterglow hits me like a warm wave, but I’m not one to linger.
I roll over, propping myself on an elbow, eyeing him in the low light filtering through the curtains.
Jack’s sprawled out, chest rising and falling, that cocky smile still playing on his lips even in repose.
His cock is softening against his thigh, glistening from us, and the sight stirs something primal in me again.
But no, this is a one-off. I’m not staying.
“Round two?” he asks, voice a lazy drawl, like he read my mind.
I arch a brow. “You think you can keep up?”
He sits up, pulling me into his lap in one fluid motion. I’m straddling him again, his hands on my ass, squeezing. “Try me.”
Our lips meet in a slower kiss this time, but the fire reignites quickly. His cock hardens beneath me, pressing against my clit, and I grind down, teasing us both. “Think you can beat your own record? Because that first time is going to be pretty hard to beat.”
“I think I can handle it, sweetheart.” He smirks and it makes my heart stutter.
“Let’s go, cowboy.” I position myself, sinking down onto him, and we both sigh at the fullness. This time, it’s me setting the pace with slow rolls that build to frantic bucks, his hands guiding my hips. We keep it quiet, whispers and gasps only, the thrill of secrecy adding to the heat.
“Fuck, you’re addictive,” he breathes, thumb finding my clit again, circling in time with my movements.
“Flattery gets you everywhere.”
I ride him harder, breasts bouncing, and he captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. The dual sensation pushes me over, another orgasm ripping through me, quieter this time but no less intense.
Jack doesn’t stop there. His thrusts grow erratic, more urgent, like he’s chasing something deeper. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me down harder, and suddenly his mouth moves from my breast to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin where my pulse hammers.
“Jack, what…” I start to whisper, but the words dissolve into a gasp as he bites down sharply, right at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
It’s not a gentle nip; it’s Alpha claiming, piercing through skin in a rush of heat and pain that morphs instantly into blinding pleasure. My body arches, clit throbbing against his thumb’s relentless circles, and I feel it—the bond snapping into place like a live wire connecting us.
His Alpha essence floods my senses, spicy and wild, making everything sharper, more intense. Emotions that aren’t mine flicker through my mind: his raw desire, a crazy protectiveness, the thrill of matching my energy.
Shit, this wasn’t part of the plan.
He thrusts up a few more times, coming with a muffled grunt against my skin as he pulses inside me.
The bond pulses too, warm and insistent, tying us together in ways I can’t ignore.
I clench around his cock, riding out the aftershocks, but fury bubbles up beneath the ecstasy.
I shove at his chest, forcing him to release me before he can knot me.
He pulls back, eyes wide with a mix of satisfaction and sudden regret.
“Fuck, Lola, I didn’t mean… Instinct took over,” he whispers hoarsely, licking the mark that’s already starting to heal but will scar as proof of our bond. “You just… You felt like mine.”
I glare at him, heart racing from more than the sex now.
“Yours? I told you this was just a one-off. No complications.” But even as I say it, the bond hums in my chest, pulling me toward him, making it hard to pull away.
Damn fucking Alphas and their impulsive bites.
This chaos just got a whole lot messier.
I slip out of bed, gathering my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as I can. He watches, not protesting, that knowing grin back.
“You don’t have to leave, we can work this out,” he says.
“There’s nothing to work out.” I stop, taking a breath. I seriously don’t need this right now. “I’m going to ignore this bond until it goes away.”
“That’s not really how—”
“I. Don’t. Care.”
“But—”
“Goodbye, Jack.”
I slip out the door, heart pounding not just from the physical exertion, but from the spark I felt in that bond. Shit. This town might be more dangerous than I thought.