Chapter 35
CHAPTER 35
DANE
K ayla rises and falls on my cock, each bounce is a pulse of raw pleasure. My gaze locks on her breasts, just the right size for my hands, the dusky nipples.
“Ah, Dane...”
The scent of vanilla and jasmine wraps around me. I can’t help but grind up into her, burying myself balls deep.
“Come here.” The words rumble out of my throat as I reach up, pulling her down against me. Every instinct screams to claim her, to mark her as mine, possess her.
I kiss her.
Her mouth is sweet, addictive. My tongue sweeps inside, tasting her, teasing her tongue with mine. My fingers dig into her hips, guiding her movements, urging her closer to the edge.
“Kayla,” I breathe against her lips, every nerve in my body strung tight.
Her hot pussy squeezes my cock hard and it takes all my willpower not to come right this second, but I hold back.
Kayla gasps, muffled against my lips. As she moves back and forth, her body a perfect rhythm atop mine, I’m bordering on insanity.
“Kayla,” I grit out, my voice hoarse with restraint. The sensation of holding back is like fighting the pull of a riptide, muscles straining, every fiber of my being focused on seeing her unravel first.
The pressure builds and she slides up until she’s upright, still straddling me, but also giving me amazing access to her body. With deliberate precision, my thumb begins to circle her clit, a slow torment that draws a moan from deep within her. The sound is raw, filling the room with the carnal promise of her pleasure.
“More,” she breathes, eyes dark with need, and I comply without hesitation.
I pinch her breast, the softness yielding beneath my fingers, and she responds instantly, moving faster. A feral part of me revels in her responsiveness.
She’s close now, I can feel it in the way her movements grow more frantic, less measured. Switching my hand to her other breast, I catch the peak between my finger and thumb, and her scream pierces the space between us.
“I’m going to come,” she cries out, voice high-pitched with the sweet edge of climax.
“Let go, Kayla. Now,” I command.
Maintaining the pace with both hands—one relentlessly circling her clit, one torturing her breast—I’m relentless, unyielding. Every stroke of my thumb, each twist of my fingers, is a step closer to the brink—for both of us.
“Shit, Dane,” she gasps.
“Come for me,” I purr.
The world narrows down to the shudders racking through Kayla’s body, the warmth of her collapsing against my chest. Her surrender ignites something within me, and I can’t hold back any longer.
“Kayla...” I grasp her ass, fingers digging into her flesh, grounding me as much as they urge her closer, deeper. With each desperate pump, I’m lost in the sensation—the fierce, gripping swell of my knot locking inside her, claiming, binding.
A fusion of our bodies. The pulse in my groin throbs, stretching her, and her pussy clamps down on me in response.
If I could orgasm again just from this sensation, I would.
There’s a roaring in my ears, my heartbeat, while we remain locked together as I try to catch my breath. I feel like I’m melded with her, my knot buried within the core of her being. Sweat beads on my forehead, and I brush away a stray lock of hair clinging to her face, revealing those eyes—dark blue, hazy with lust.
The tension in my muscles eases as the tight hold of my knot gradually subsides, the swell diminishing.
I feel Kayla’s body shift, her slick warmth sliding away from mine and I already miss being inside her.
“Damn.” My hand trails along the curve of her hip, fingertips memorizing every dip and rise as if I could map her out and carry her with me always.
I glance up to find Ryker moving in beside her.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he touches her and she rolls toward him. His hands are possessive yet tender as they explore the softness of her breasts and the delicate skin of her body.
I force myself to sit up, muscles complaining with the effort. Every nerve ending screams for me to reclaim what’s mine, to sink back into her, but I know better. I need to drink something before the next round and we’ve no idea how long Kayla’s heat will last.
With shaky hands, I reach for the bottle of water from the supply I brought up when Kayla was sleeping earlier.
I take a long drink, feeling the liquid slide down my parched throat, quenching the thirst but not the desire.
Ryker is fucking Kayla and it’s exotic and hot as fucking hell, seeing her claw his back, hearing her little mewls of pleasure.
“Be ready for you soon,” I whisper.
Liam gives me a nod, taking a bottle for himself. “I can’t fucking believe she trusts us this much, to go into heat already.”
I lift my water bottle in a salute. “You knew she was ours when you first saw her.”
“Yeah.” He gulps his water. “Just can’t believe how perfect she is for us.”
We both look back at Ryker fucking Kayla. He’s got one of her legs up over his shoulder and thrusting in and out of her hard and fast.
The thought of being inside her again, of pounding into her until all she knows is my name, drives me forward. It is potent…this needs to be inside her.
As if sensing my feelings, she turns to look at me, her eyes still glazed with lust and I know she’s getting off on seeing me and Liam watching her getting fucked by Ryker.
Ryker
T he heat of her body is a goddamn furnace, and I can’t get enough. My cock drives into her. Kayla’s beneath me, her hands clawing down my back with a desperation that’s nearly animal. She’s lost in it, the heat, the climax, and she doesn’t even fucking know how her nails are branding me like I’m hers to mark.
“Fuck, Kayla,” I grunt, feeling every inch of her wrapped around me. Her scent—vanilla and jasmine—is heavy in my nostrils, a drug that punches right through me. It’s more intoxicating than any bottle I’ve ever thrown back, and I’m downing it, drowning in it.
I lean down, my lips crashing against hers in a kiss that’s all hunger. It’s a mess of need, but damn if it isn’t the realest thing I’ve ever felt.
Pulling away, I trail my mouth down her throat, nipping at the sweat-slicked skin there before reaching her breast. My tongue flicks over her nipple, tasting salt and pure, unadulterated desire.
“Ryker...” she gasps out.
I close my mouth over her nipple, sucking hard even as I keep driving into her, relentlessly.
She arches her back and the way she moves with me, against me, like we’re matching parts.
“God, don’t stop,” she pleads, nails digging deeper, and I can feel the sting, the perfect edge of pain that borders pleasure.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I growl, voice rough as gravel as I claim her over and over.
Her scream rips through the library. Kayla’s body convulses beneath me, her inner walls clamping down like a vise in rhythmic spasms that drag a guttural groan from the depths of my chest.
“Kayla.” Pressure builds at the base of my cock.
I’m teetering on the brink, fighting for control, but it’s her—the way she looks at me, all dark blue eyes and tousled dark blonde hair—that sends me over the edge.
My orgasm crashes into me with the force of a goddamn freight train. I’m knotting inside her, locking us together, and it feels like every damn cell in my body is exploding in white-hot ecstasy.
Cock swelling, expanding, filling her up, and keeping us together.
“Shit... Kayla...” It’s all I can manage, the sensation of my release filling her to the brim is overwhelming. My heart’s hammering against my ribs, and there’s this searing pleasure that’s almost too much. It’s like being consumed by flames, only the burn is one you never want to extinguish.
“Ryker...” she breathes, and I can feel her hands on me, grounding me as I shudder with the aftershocks of our climax.
“Christ,” I mutter sounding like I’ve just gone ten rounds in a cage fight and come out the other side victorious.
Holding most of my weight on my forearms, I lean over her, my knot keeping us connected.
The seismic tremors of our release still ricochet through my core. I’m floating and sinking all at once, treading the line between insatiable hunger and complete satiation.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. My arms quiver with the strain, muscles screaming for a reprieve, but I’ll be damned if I let her feel anything less than cherished.
With a grunt, I summon what’s left of my strength and shift us. We roll, her body flush against mine, and I feel her gasp a little when we settle on our sides. There’s a thrill, knowing I’m still buried deep inside her, that knot of mine keeping us tethered together. It’s like some carnal part of me roars in triumph – she’s not going anywhere, not now, not ever.
“Ryker...God, that was amazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I press a kiss to her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat.
The world outside this room, with its fucked-up rules and the constant threat of losing everything, it fades to a dull murmur. Here, now, nothing else matters but the rhythm of her heart against my chest and the way our bodies refuse to untangle.
My chest heaves, each breath laced with the aftershocks that still ripple through us. I press my face into her hair, breathing in the scent that’s all her – jasmine and vanilla, a hint of something wild that’s uniquely Omega.
I’m still reeling from the tempest that just tore through us, our bodies entwined, when Dane’s voice slices through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. “How about I get some chow for us?” His tone is light, but there’s an undercurrent of hunger that has nothing to do with food.
Kayla’s contented sigh shifts into a small chuckle, her body warm against mine. “Yeah, that’d be great.” Her stomach rumbles and she blushes.
“Be right back.” Dane’s footfalls are swift as he heads downstairs.
I can’t help but chuckle myself because if I were in his shoes, I’d be scrambling too, fixing whatever I could find at breakneck speed just to return to this room, to her.
Liam drinks water, watching us from hooded eyelids. I know he’s gotta be as tired as I am from keeping our little Omega satisfied.
My mind drifts to thoughts I usually keep caged—about how close I came to fucking everything up. There was a moment, a dark one, where I considered pushing Kayla away, where I thought about the bounty money more than the woman who lay beneath me.
But goddamn, she blindsided me. She wasn’t just some Omega; she was ours. Her fire, her spirit—it slipped past every defense I had.
Now here I am, my knot swollen and throbbing inside her, unable to deny the truth that’s been burning through my veins since I first laid eyes on her.
Can’t run from it anymore - she’s under my skin, in my blood. Since day one, she’s clawed her way into places I swore were off-limits. My heart. My goddamn soul.
Thinking about her not being around... it’s like staring into a black hole. Empty. Cold. There’s no fucking coming back from that.
The library feels smaller somehow, the air thicker, as I wrestle with the fact that I nearly let her go for a stack of cash. But that was before I knew. Before I understood that some things—you can’t put a price on. And Kayla, she’s fucking priceless.
The soft rhythm of Kayla’s breathing has me relaxing a bit more.
She stirs, nuzzling closer in her sleep.
I can’t afford to fuck this up. Not when every second counts, not when there’s a target on her back the size of the damn moon. The fear of losing her... it’s like a fist wrapped around my throat, squeezing until the air in my lungs turns to fire.
“Got to get you registered, Kayla,” I whisper. “Can’t let them take you.”
It’s a fucked-up world where claiming your mate feels more like a tactical maneuver than a promise of forever. But then again, nothing about us has been typical, not from the start.
The thought of some bureaucrat stamping her as mine on paper—it’s laughable. Like that’s what makes her mine. Not the way she looks at me like I’m worth something. Not the way she fights alongside me, fierce as any Alpha. No, it’s the goddamn paperwork that’ll keep her safe.
We just can’t let Nexus get wind of us registering her or they know we lied to their officials which is as bad as perjuring ourselves. But I won’t let anyone take her from us. Never.
“Ryker...” Her voice is a groan, muffled against my skin, pulling me back from the edge.
“Right here, Kayla.’“ The words are a promise I’ll spill blood to keep. Her hand finds mine, fingers tangling together.
“Good,” she murmurs, and it’s enough. For now.
But as her breathing evens out again and sleep claims her, I’m wide awake, staring down the night. There’s no rest for an Alpha on the brink of losing everything. Kayla’s my whole damn world, and if Nexus takes her, I lose more than just her—I lose my heart, my soul, her love—And I’ll be fucking damned if I let that happen.