Chapter 25 #2
Lust completely hazes my mind as he uses me, owns me, fucks me savagely into the mattress. I'm only vaguely aware of him releasing my hands until they fall limply against his muscled arms. His lips find the juncture of my neck and shoulder as his rhythm becomes erratic, more frenzied.
He swells even larger inside me, impossibly thick, pushing me past coherent thought. Reaching between us, he finds my clit and strokes it roughly, building that familiar coil of pressure. I need to come so desperately. I need the release that's been just out of reach all night.
My breaths turn harsh, frantic as I claw at his back. Nate roars in response, pounding into me with brutal intensity.
Lights explode behind my closed eyelids as he keeps working my clit, rubbing and circling until everything shatters. With a scream that tears from my throat, I come harder than I ever have, my pussy clamping down on his driving cock.
Pleasure and pain crash through me as his name becomes a desperate chant on my lips, a profane prayer that never stops.
The orgasm rolls through me in waves, endless, as he slams in one final time.
His knot swells massive, stretching me to my absolute limit as his teeth sink into my shoulder. Hard. Claiming.
His cum erupts inside me, scalding hot and thick as pain lances through from the bite.
His fingers never stop working my clit, rubbing relentlessly until the agony transforms into something darker, something primal and forbidden.
I cry out, helpless and overwhelmed as his roar of possession drowns out everything else.
My inner walls flutter and pulse around him, milking another surge of cum that floods my insides and leaks out around his knot to smear between our sweat-slicked bodies. Closing my eyes, I surrender completely as pleasure and pain tangle together, each overwhelming in its intensity.
Off in the distance, fireworks pop, but I barely register the sound. All I can feel is Nate—his knot locked deep inside me, his cock still pulsing, his heart thundering against mine as he clutches me close and rolls us so I'm draped across his chest.
No. It's more than physical. It's a fundamental shift in my very being. Now, instead of one heartbeat, there's two. Every breath I take draws his into my lungs. Every exhale relaxes him beneath me.
"It's the bond, love," he murmurs softly as he runs possessive hands down my back. "I told you I'd make you mine. You belong to me now."
Inside my mind, I feel his smug satisfaction as if it's my own. But it's not. It's all his. Contentment burns deep in my chest as I focus on the connection between us. It ties us together, binds us. But it's not complete yet.
Nuzzling Nate's chest, I wait for him to stop me, but he doesn't. Instead, he cups my head and guides me over his heart.
"It's yours anyway, love," he whispers. "Mark me. Make me yours."
As fireworks explode outside, casting wild colors across the room, I sink my teeth into my stepbrother's chest, right over his heart. His arms tighten around me as a sharp hiss escapes through clenched teeth, but he takes it, accepts the pain for me.
The bond expands in my chest, solidifying. Fuller, stronger, unbreakable. Only death can sever us now. His thoughts bleed into mine, showing me memories that aren't my own. I see exactly what he does for a living, and worry clenches my gut.
"Shhhh, sweet thing," he whispers as he pulls me higher on his chest, smearing blood between us. "I'm very good at my job and very capable of staying alive. Especially now that I have you to come home to."
He captures my lips in a kiss so tender it breaks something inside me. Through the bond, however, his savage possession burns white-hot, scalding me from the inside out. Nothing and no one will ever come between us.
"Until death parts us," he murmurs against my mouth.
Until death parts us, I echo through the bond.
Our hearts beat as one as he holds me, waiting for his knot to go down so he can defile me all over again. Outside, fireworks continue as everyone celebrates the new year. For me, it's more than that. It's not just a new year. It's a new life, and I have my own Alpha to share it with.
"No more smut books then?" he growls as he hears my thoughts.
"Well, I didn't say that," I tease. "It is an enjoyable hobby."
"Just as long as I get to act out every filthy scene."
The dark promise in his tone makes me giggle as I snuggle deeper into him.
"Of course. I thought that was a given."
For the first time since Mom died, peace settles over me. It's warm and comforting, soothing almost. All the while, Nate is there, inside me, flooding me with his love through the bond.
As I turn my face to look out the window at the colorful display, I smile. "Happy New Year, stepbrother."
"Happy New Year, mate."
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