Chapter 30 #2
He looks at me for a long moment, then nods once and disappears back into whatever shadows he haunts. No lecture about being careful. No warnings about making the right choice. Just facts delivered in his usual blunt way.
The medical building door opens and Caspian walks out with bandages on his ribs, cuts cleaned, bruises darkening across his jaw and cheekbone. Whole and alive and victorious.
He stops when he sees me waiting. "Nova."
I cross the space between us. "Your quarters. Tonight."
A low sound in his chest, barely audible. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure." I look at him directly, no hesitation. "Claim me."
The words hang in the air between us: promise, surrender, choice.
He reaches out and touches my face gently despite the violence he just displayed. "I'll come for you after dark so be ready."
"I will be."
He holds my gaze for a long moment, then turns and walks toward the Alpha wing. I watch him go and feel the inevitability of it settling in my bones.
Tonight everything changes.
The sun is setting when I return to my dorm. Lily is getting ready to leave for Emma's and takes one look at my face.
"You okay?" she asks.
"Yeah. Just need some space tonight."
She studies me for a moment, then nods. "Text me if you need anything."
After she leaves, I shower and change into clean clothes, trying to calm my racing heart.
Around nine pm, there's a knock on my door.
I open it and Caspian is standing there. Changed clothes, bandages still visible under his shirt. There's a tension in him that wasn't there before, something coiled and barely held.
"Ready?" His voice is rough.
I grab my key and step into the hallway, closing the door behind me.
This is really happening. I'm walking to Caspian's quarters to let him claim me, to complete the bond that's been pulling at me for weeks. My hands are shaking but it's not fear. It's anticipation.
"Yes," I say.
He doesn't touch me or speak, just starts walking toward the Alpha wing and I follow.
Students see us in the hallways, see me following Caspian toward his quarters. They know what this means. Whispers follow but I don't care anymore. Let them talk. Let them know.
He's mine and I'm his and tonight he's going to make it permanent.
We reach his door and he shoves it open, pulling me inside. The lock clicks.
For a moment we just stand there, staring at each other. The air between us is electric, charged with everything we've been holding back. His pupils are blown wide, tracking every breath I take. My pulse pounds in my throat.
This is it. The claiming. No going back after this.
"Nova." My name is a growl. "Last chance to change your mind."
"I'm not changing my mind." My voice is steadier than I feel. "I want this and I want you."
Something in his expression changes, the last thread of his control snapping. Then his hands are on me.
He slams me against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.
His mouth crashes against mine before I can inhale, all teeth and tongue and raw hunger.
I gasp. He swallows the sound, his hands gripping my hips and lifting me like I weigh nothing.
My back scrapes against the wall as he pins me there with his body.
I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct and he grinds against me through our clothes. The friction sends sparks racing up my spine. This isn't like Julian's careful touches or the restrained heat in the training room. This is Alpha unleashed and it's exactly what I need.
"Waited too fucking long for this," he growls against my mouth. His teeth find my bottom lip and bite down hard. Pain blooms sharp and bright, followed immediately by the copper taste of blood. He licks it away and the groan that rumbles through his chest vibrates against mine.
The violence of it shouldn't turn me on but it does. Heat floods between my legs and I rock against him, chasing more friction.
He pulls back just enough to look at me. His canines catch the light. "You want this rough?"
I think about Julian's careful touches, how he always holds back. That's not what I need from Caspian. I need the Alpha, unleashed and claiming. I need to feel dominated and possessed and thoroughly fucked.
"Yes." The word comes out breathless and desperate.
"Good." He carries me away from the wall and throws me onto the bed.
I bounce once on the mattress and before I can even process it he's stripped his shirt over his head without bothering with the buttons.
The bandages on his ribs are stark white against his skin but he doesn't care about the injuries.
He shoves his pants down his hips. His cock springs free.
My mouth goes dry. He's thick and flushed dark with arousal, and I can already feel the phantom stretch of him inside me.
"Strip. Now." His voice is pure Alpha command.
I scramble to get my clothes off, my fingers clumsy with need. The shirt comes off easy but my tights catch on my ankle.
"Fuck this." Caspian grabs the material and rips it straight off, tossing the shredded tights aside.
The moment I'm naked he throws me onto the bed. I bounce once on the mattress and he climbs on after me, flipping me onto my stomach in one swift motion.
"I need to see you like this first." His hands grip my hips and haul them up, forcing me onto my knees while pressing my shoulders down. Face pressed to the mattress, ass in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable.
Cool air hits my pussy and I know he can see how wet I already am.
"Fuck, look at you." His hand traces down my spine, over the curve of my ass. "Perfect."
Then his palm cracks against my ass and I yelp. The sting spreads across my skin, sharp and hot. Before I can catch my breath he does it again, harder. The pain transforms into heat that goes straight to my core.
"You have any idea what you did to me?" Another slap, this one making me jerk forward.
"Watching you walk around campus knowing you were going home to him?
" His fingers slide between my legs from behind and I'm so wet his fingers glide through my folds easily.
"All I could think about was getting you here and getting you under me, spread open and mine. "
He pushes two fingers inside me without warning and I moan into the mattress. He's not gentle, pumps them in and out roughly, adding a third when my body opens for him. The stretch burns but I push back against his hand, wanting more.
"That's it," he breathes. "Take what you need."
My arms give out completely and I press my face into the mattress, drowning in sensation. His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my vision blur. My thighs start shaking.
"No." His hand fists in my hair and yanks my head up. "I want to hear you and want everyone in this fucking building to know who's claiming you."
"Caspian," I gasp out.
"That's right." He doesn't stop, just keeps working me higher. "Going to make you come on my fingers. Then I'm going to fuck you and fill you and claim you properly. All night until you're so full of me you can't think straight."
The promise makes me clench around his fingers. His fingers curl deeper, thumb pressing against my clit, and the dual stimulation is too much. Pleasure builds fast and overwhelming, coiling tight in my core.
"Come," he orders. "Now."
I shatter. My pussy clenches around his fingers in rhythmic pulses and I cry out his name. He works me through it, doesn't let up until I'm shaking and oversensitive.
Then he pulls his fingers out and I hear him lining himself up behind me. The broad head of his cock presses against my entrance. He grips my hips and drives into me in one brutal thrust.
I scream. The sound tears from my throat before I can stop it. He's huge and the angle is devastating, deeper than I thought possible. My pussy stretches around him, burning with the intrusion, and it's so much I can't think or breathe.
He doesn't give me time to adjust. Just pulls almost all the way out and slams back in. The force rocks me forward and his hands on my hips drag me back to meet him.
"Take it," he snarls. "All of it."
He sets a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drives deeper and I can feel him in my stomach, stretching me wider than Julian ever did.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the room along with my ragged breathing and his growls.
His balls hit my clit with every thrust and the stimulation is almost too much.
But underneath the overwhelming intensity, pleasure builds. My body adjusts to his size and to the brutal pace until it's not just bearable but perfect. The rough claiming my wolf has been craving since the arena.
"More," I hear myself beg. "Harder."
"Fucking perfect." He reaches around and finds my clit, rubbing harsh circles that make my thighs shake. "You going to come on my cock already?"
The orgasm builds fast, pressure coiling tight in my core. His fingers on my clit, his cock pounding into me, the rough dominance in his voice, it's too much.
"Come," he orders. "Now."
I shatter again. My pussy clenches around him in waves and I cry out with the intensity of it. He doesn't slow down, just fucks me through it until I'm shaking and oversensitive and begging.
He pulls out and I whimper at the loss. Before I can protest he flips me onto my back, grabs my thighs and shoves them up toward my chest, folding me nearly in half.
"Need to see your face for this part."
He slams back in and the new angle punches the air from my lungs. He's impossibly deep, hitting spots inside me that make stars burst behind my eyes. I claw at his shoulders trying to find something to anchor to.
Blood wells under my nails where I scratch him. He looks down at the marks and grins with feral possessiveness. "Mark me up, little wolf. Let everyone see what you did."