Chapter 3
Rahel
I sink into my girl, and my whole fucking world shifts. Our first time was feral, fucking desperate. Centuries of starvation falling off my shoulders. But this is MY omega in MY bed, MY sheets soaked with her slick. And I can finally take my fucking time.
“Rahel…” Des arches into me, her soft body molding to mine because she was fucking made for me.
“I got you, baby.” I roll my hips slow, dragging my cock against every inch of her walls. “Just feel me.”
And I feel her. She’s fucking heaven … but deeper, her pleasure seeps into me like sunlight after days in the dark. Feeding parts of me I forgot existed.
My shadows pulse and thicken around us. I feel them strengthening, responding to the energy my mate is giving me. For months I’ve been running on fumes, barely surviving on scraps of her dream arousal. Now I’m getting the full thing, and it’s like my body barely knows what to do with all of it.
“You’re glowing,” Destiny whispers, her pretty eyes widening, her full lips forming a surprised “o”.
I follow her gaze, looking down at my tattoos lighting up from inside, amber light tracing the dark lines across my skin. My shadows are darker, more dense. I feel power in a way I haven’t in ages.
I rasp on her lips, “That’s what you do to me, little one.” I thrust deeper, making her gasp. “You’re feeding me.”
“Is it… does it feel good?”
I almost laugh. Almost. But I’m too overwhelmed by emotions and sensations to tease her. “It feels fucking amazing.”
I press my mouth to hers, and when I lift my head, I catch her eyes going soft. The warmth in them breaking me wide open. Destiny reaches up, cups my face, and pulls me down for a kiss that’s all tongue, lips, and a hint of her small teeth.
“Take all you need, Alpha,” she murmurs against my lips. “Everything I have. It’s yours.”
At her words, something cracks in my chest. Something old and hard and lonely I’ve carried for a long, long time. I bury my face in her neck, nuzzling her soft skin, inhaling her scent, licking at my mark, and fuck her slow and deep.
I feel her pleasure build through our bond.
The warm waves spreading through her body, her pussy walls squeezing my cock, clit tingling under the relentless caress of my fingers, nipples throbbing from the rasp of my scruff, the suck of my mouth.
My tongue and teeth everywhere I can get them.
My shadows grabbing handfuls of her full flesh.
Teasing her tight little asshole, pushing between her kiss-swollen lips, fucking her mouth at the same pace my cock is sliding inside her glorious cunt…
her breath turns erratic. And under everything there’s the steady pulse of…
good, right, fucking ecstatic, MINE, that feeds me more than any orgasm ever could.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I rasp, staring into her dazed eyes, as I angle my hips to make my cock drag against her g-spot. “Let me feel it.”
And she does, letting me have my fill. My woman’s orgasm floods through our bond and into me like a goddamn tsunami. My shadows surge, filling the entire room, wrapping around us both. The dark, empty corners inside me suddenly overflow with warmth, fullness, and HER!
My knot swells, locking us together, and I come so hard my vision whites out while I’m pumping her full, and she’s milking every drop from my cock. And I’m feeding. Finally, truly, completely… to the brim.
When I come back to myself, I’m shaking, ragged, fucking overjoyed and wrecked all at once.
“Rahel?” Destiny’s voice is raspy from her cries of pleasure, but it holds a hint of worry. Her small hands stroke my back. “Baby, are you okay?”
I lift my head.
“Yes, little one.” My voice is pure demon. Nothing human left. All I am in this moment is light, fire, pure fucking energy. Magic and ancient power from the very beginning of time.
And my girl takes it all in. She’s not afraid of the monstrous creature I’ve turned into, just pulls me down, tucks my head against her chest, and holds me while my knot pulses inside her and my shadows curl tightly around us like a cocoon.
* * *
Destiny
I wake up wrapped in shadows and burning heat.
For a second, I don’t know where I am. Then I feel the ridiculously heavy arm around my waist, the enormous chest pressed against my back, the pulse of darkness curling around my body like a velvet rope.
And it all comes crashing back. Rahel. His penthouse.
His bed. My mate. Everything we did yesterday.
All I felt. Seeing him in his full incubus form…
Smiling into the pillow, I bite my bottom lip to hold back my excited giggle.
I would be kicking my feet, jumping with joy if I were alone in this bed.
I let my feelings of being safe, claimed, freaking home, flood me.
Still grinning like a complete fool, I shake my head, thinking I’ve only been here one night, but being with my alpha feels more like home than anywhere I’ve ever lived.
Behind me, Rahel shifts, his muscular arm tightening and pulling me closer.
“Morning.” Oh, My God, his voice… Growly morning alpha… They should bottle this shit up and sell it.
“Morning, baby.” I turn into his arms, feeling a little shy.
He’s so big and sexy, and I feel small in his embrace.
Which has never, in the history of ever, happened to my fat-ass self.
He’s warm, and he smells so freaking good.
Like pure alpha musk. Leather, smoke. Rahel.
Ugh, that too needs to be made available to all starving omegas everywhere… or maybe not.
“Mmm,” he purrs, the vibration spreading delicious heat throughout my body, and literally making me melt into him.
He buries his face in my hair, inhales deeply, and I think I’m gonna die.
That’s it. My mind, body, and heart can’t sustain these overwhelming levels of warmth combined with arousal… “Stay.”
I giggle. “Rahel, I’m literally not moving.”
“Stay forever.”
I smile, looking up into his amber eyes. “Baby, I need to pee.”
His answering growl drips down my spine like warm honey, making me writhe in his arms while he kisses and nips me all over. “No.”
I laugh again, trying to push against his enormous chest, but of course he doesn’t budge. “I can’t just hold it forever.”
He rolls his hips in a wicked motion that drags his long, thick, hot cock right through my pussy lips. Oh… “Try.”
When I finally wiggle out of his grip - which takes a lot of stealth and effort because the man is a veritable mountain of muscles - I make a run for the bathroom.
And of course, his en-suite is ridiculous.
With a spacious walk-in shower, a tub I could swim in, brass and marble everywhere.
I do my business, clean up, splash water on my face, and stare at myself in the mirror.
I look… different… glowing. There’s a bite mark on my neck that’s already healing but will stay visible, and when I touch it I feel a pulse of warmth through our bond.
A bond. With my mate. My incubus biker mate, who broke down my door last night and knotted me on my prep counter. What even is my life right now?
When I come back to the bedroom, Rahel’s sitting up against the headboard. The white sheets pooled at his waist, his mammoth chest on full display. Tattoos, scars, muscles for freaking days. His amber eyes hungrily following me across the room.
“See something you like?” I tease, repeating his words from last night.
He instantly rumbles back, “Everything,” then holds out a hand. “Come back to bed.”
I laugh. “Baby, we can’t stay in bed forever.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Because I have a life? A shop to run? I need clothes that aren’t shredded to bits.”
At that, he makes a face that’s pure grumpy alpha. “You don’t need clothes.”
“Rahel,” I protest weakly, with a huge smile on my face.
He shakes his handsome head. “You don’t. Stay naked. Here. With me. Forever.”
This time I can’t hold back my laughter.
Is this terrifying ancient creature pouting because I want to put on pants?
I don’t think there’s enough room in this gigantic penthouse for the size of my ego right now.
“Sweetie, I need to check on the shop, make sure my girl, Keke, has everything handled. And,” I raise a hand before he opens his mouth to interrupt me.
“I should grab some stuff from my place if I’m… you know…” I trail off.
His frown turns into a smirk as he hooks me around the waist and pulls me into his lap, nipping my neck. “If you’re what?”
I roll my eyes, giggling and squirming under his delicious assault. “If I’m moving in, you jerk.”
His huge hands cup my face, tilting it up. His voice is rough, filled with emotion. “Baby, I’ve been dreaming of you for fucking months, waiting for you for centuries…” He takes my mouth in a long, deep, wet, toe-curling kiss. “I need you with me. Wherever that is.”
I can only nod, my heart overflowing, my eyes filling with tears of pure joy.
* * *
An hour later … after Rahel convinced me (wasn’t too hard…) we needed one more round “for the road” … we’re finally on his bike heading to my apartment. And this time I’m wearing actual clothes, swimming n one of his Henleys and a pair of sweats I’m definitely never giving back.
Thinking about my apartment feels strange. I’ve lived there for three years, built a whole life, and now I’m leaving to move in with my monster alpha, in his freaking penthouse.
“You’re thinking very loud,” Rahel rumbles over his shoulder, as he’s parking in front of the building I gave him directions to.
I smile, dismounting with his help. “I’m just processing. It’s a lot, you know.”
His hand squeezes my thigh. “We’re gonna get your stuff. Then we’re going home.”
Right. That simple.
Rahel’s massive frame looks ridiculous in the normal-people-sized hallway, his shoulders nearly brushing both walls. He’s squinting at everything, frowning at the flickering fluorescent light. “The wiring is shit here.”
I poke at his rock-hard stomach. “Not everyone has a fancy penthouse, Mr. Moneybags.”
He smirks, winking. “You do now.”
I roll my eyes, laughing as I unlock my door. The place is exactly how I left it: small, cozy, a little cluttered with books and baking supplies. With my grandmother’s quilt on the couch, photos on the walls.
Rahel steps inside and immediately starts checking out every corner, his shadows flickering at the edges of his tall, built frame.
“It smells like you,” he finally grumbles, then adds, sounding reluctant, “I like it.”
I laugh before tiptoeing to press a kiss on his full lips. “Why, thank you.”
I grab a suitcase from my closet and start pulling clothes out of drawers. I’m halfway through packing my underwear drawer when I hear heavy footsteps in the hallway, then a loud knock on my door.
“Destiny, you in there?”
I freeze. Oh, shit… Rahel goes very, very still. “Who the fuck is that?” Yep, monster mode activated.
“The building’s super,” I say with an eye roll, because that man has been a pain in my ass for a minute now. “Derek. He’s… kinda weird.” When I see literal smoke start to waft off him, I hurry to add, “but totally harmless!”
Another thud on the door. “Des!”
Rahel’s expression shifts to absolute murderous rage. “Weird how?” His shadows are spreading across the floor like splashes of ink.
“Babe, it’s nothing. I got it handled… just a lonely man.”
One second my mate’s standing next to me, the next he’s ripping the door open so hard it nearly comes off the hinges. Derek stumbles back, his eyes going wide at the six-foot-six brick wall of tatted, furious alpha filling the doorway.
“Can I help you?” Rahel’s voice doesn’t sound human even one bit. It’s layered, like multiple voices growling at once. Fucking terrifying. And hot as fuck! Holy shit, incubus alphas. Who the heck knew?!
Derek’s face goes pale. Then red. “Who… who are you?”
Rahel takes one step forward, with his huge-ass arms crossed over his gigantic chest. Eyes glowing, shadows spreading menacingly.
And Derek stumbles back, almost falling on his ass.
I’d laugh if I wasn’t focused on drinking up every single second of this interaction.
Because my guy going all touch-her-and-die on this asshole is pure fucking gold!
None of my smutty books prepared me for this glorious sight.
“The one who’s gonna rip your spine out through your throat if you ever even think about my mate again.”
“I… w…”
Rahel takes another step forward, and Derek hits the wall.
The shadows pin Derek in place. His feet leave the ground, his body pressed against the plaster by living darkness.
“I can smell your intentions, you piece of shit. Every disgusting thought you ever had about my omega. Every time you watched her. Wanted her. Thought about touching what’s fucking MINE!
” He roars so loud I have to put my hands over my ears.
Derek makes a sound like a dying animal as a wet spot spreads across the front of his pants.
“Rahel.” I step into the hallway, my heart pounding, but it’s not from fear. It’s from something much more complicated. “Please, baby.”
His eyes are glowing, his fangs extended, claws out. The monster, under the pretense of a man, on full display.
Without turning my way, his guttural voice adds, addressing me, “He wanted to have you.” His voice is horrifyingly scary. “He thought about you. About your body. About what he’d do if he could get you alone.”
“But he didn’t, honey.” I put a hand on his arm. Feeling the tension, the violence that’s ready to unleash any second now. “He never touched me. And he never will.”
Rahel slowly turns to look at me, the glow in his eyes pulsing.
“Damn right.”
I nod. “Yes, so let the pathetic little man go.” Derek is literally sobbing now. “Please, baby. I want to go home, not visit you in jail.”
At that, Rahel’s face starts to relax, a small grin pulling at the corner of his mouth, and his shadows release Derek, who crumples to the floor in a shaky mess of piss and tears.
Rahel crouches next to him, lips curling in disgust, and gets in his face.
“If I ever see you again, there won’t be enough left of you to identify.”
Derek nods frantically, gathering himself to run off.
Then my man turns to me. “You would never have to visit me in jail, sweetheart. I’ve been disappearing dipshits like that for fucking centuries.” He winks when my eyes widen. Holy shit… “Let’s get you home.”