Chapter 6 Mona
I’m burning alive, from the inside out. It’s heaven. Minutes, hours, days—time blurs into nothing. Nothing exists but this feeling, and though my limbs barely work anymore, I still reach for the edge of heaven.
The alpha’s fingers work my clit with perfect pressure, and I sink down onto his thick cock, again and again, my slick dripping down his shaft. My limbs are so weak, but I can’t stop.
“Mine!” he snarls, pinching my swollen clit with one hand, rolling my hardened nipple between his fingers with the other, digging into my breast with bruising demand.
The bond between us is a live-wire as the alpha’s mouth sucks on his claiming bite.
Every time he does that, it’s like he’s bonded me all over again.
He loves the bite mark. He takes control, rutting into me, hard and fast. I barely register the pain when my head hits the floor, and he keeps fucking me, his muscled body pinning me down.
“Yes, Alpha! Yes!” My throat is raw from screaming.
Strong hands cradle my head from behind.
The alpha pounding into me growls, baring his teeth, but the other alpha doesn’t back away.
I writhe between them, drunk with pleasure.
Lightning bolts of ecstasy shoot down my spine with each movement.
Through the fog, my omega recognizes the alpha touching my head. But I can’t smell him.
She whimpers, and the sound opens up to a loud cry as I reach for the scentless alpha. “No, come back. Don’t hide, I need you, Alpha!”
The alpha fucking me shoves his knot in, stretching my limits. My back arches as pleasure explodes through my core, making me quiver uncontrollably. But even as he fills me, my body craves more.
My trembling fingers grasp for the scentless alpha’s waistband, but I can’t get his pants off. Something’s wrong. Why isn’t he inside me, too? My nipples harden painfully as I imagine being filled completely, taken by both of them at once.
“Alpha, more, please?”
I clench around the thick knot inside me, my slick walls pulsing hungrily. My tongue darts across my lower lip, my teeth feel sharp. I need to bite. To claim. Tears of desperate need spill down my flushed cheeks.
“Please, Alpha?” I whimper, spreading my thighs wider, arching my ass.
The scentless alpha pets my head, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers something too low to understand.
It’s in another language, I don’t know, I can’t think straight.
His fingers trace my jawline, thumb brushing across my parted lips.
His eyes—glowing gold, vibrant and beautiful—search mine, brows drawn together, the corners of his mouth turned downward.
He looks sad. Why is my alpha sad? When he leans in, I grab his waistband again and pull him against me, feeling the hard length of him through his pants.
“You are bewitching like this, Omega,” he groans, voice thick with restraint. “But I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“No!” I cry, when he pulls away.
The alpha inside me grunts against my throat, his teeth scraping my claiming mark while his knot locks us tighter. His eyes are vacant.
The scentless alpha watches. I reach for him, but he pulls further away. A sob catches in my throat.
But then the alpha’s fingers find my clit again, and grief dissolves into mindless ecstasy.