Chapter Thirty-Two #2
He bent to grab my ass with both hands, lifting me like I was weightless.
I squeaked as the floor disappeared underneath me and wrapped my legs around him the best I could.
When his rock-hard cock pressed against my ass, I froze, but his lips were on mine before I could form a single thought.
He gripped my skin to the point of pain, and I was sure my ass would have bruises in the morning, but I didn’t care.
“I hate you,” I muttered between kisses.
“Likewise.”
He stepped forward until my back pressed against the cool, smooth cabinet doors, and he pinned me there.
I wanted to slow down, to trail my fingers over every one of his muscles until I memorized them, but I knew there wasn’t time.
Troupe members would be making their way back to the bus soon, and I didn’t want to get caught like this.
Not to mention, Revel was nothing to me. There was no point in me savoring any second we shared together; we were both means to an end in this moment.
Nothing more, nothing less.
He kissed his way around my throat, squeezing my tit with one hand while his other squeezed my ass. I rolled my hips involuntarily, desperate to feel him inside of me.
“Please,” I whined before I could stop myself. I was wound so tight, so fucking horny I wanted to cry, and I needed relief.
“Please what?” he asked against my throat, his deep voice vibrating over my skin.
“Fuck me,” I gritted out.
He chuckled once and shifted against me, grabbing his cock and guiding the tip to my entrance. I froze and caught my breath, trying to brace myself without making it obvious. “Is this what you want?”
I nodded with my eyes closed, shivering as his lips danced to the other side of my neck.
He rocked his hips forward, the tip of his cock sinking into me, and I groaned at the intrusion. He was thick, bigger than any toy I’d used before, stretching me to the point of pain, but I didn’t care. I clung to his shoulders for support and wiggled my hips, begging for more.
“You’re a needy little beta, aren’t you?” he asked, pulling his hips back before punching them forward again. This time, he buried another inch of his cock inside, and I fought the urge to whimper. “So desperate for alpha cock.”
Another punch of his hips, and he was buried deeper. The pain increased with every stroke, while the fullness did delicious things to me. It wasn’t a knot, not by a long shot, but it was closer to one than I’d ever been, which had my omega instincts reeling with anticipation.
He worked himself inside me, and I shoved away any thoughts of pain and discomfort in favor of the heat blooming through my middle. I was so incredibly full, stretched farther than I’d ever been before—I could hardly imagine a knot fitting.
Maybe I wasn’t built like a normal omega because there was no way anything else could fit inside me.
Was it possible to have beta anatomy while still having heats and omega pheromones?
Revel drew back his hips and thrust forward again, shattering my train of thought.
“Hold on to me,” he urged under his breath, and I barely had time to throw my arms around his neck before he picked up the pace. I whimpered every time he pistoned his hips, the mix of pain and pleasure making my head swim. It was delicious torture, the discomfort fading with every thrust.
“Fuck,” I breathed when he slammed into me extra hard, the jolt nearly making me lose my breath.
One of his hands snaked up to tangle in my hair, and I whimpered as he tugged on the strands. Slick gushed out of me at the sensation, causing each thrust to make an obscene wet noise. Normally, I would have been embarrassed, but I was too enthralled to care.
“Maybe you don’t hate me as much as you say you do,” he said, his voice impossibly low. “You’re so wet for me, little toy.”
Little toy.
The words had my pussy clenching around his thick cock as his lips crashed against mine.
He was wrong… I did hate him and the fact that he gave me a nickname. I hated his muscular body and his sexy face. His gorgeous braids and piercing eyes. I definitely hated how good his cock felt inside me and the way my body lit up every time his lips pressed against mine. I hated it all.
“Fuck you,” I groaned.
Revel gripped my ass with both hands again and picked up his pace, slamming into me at an agonizing pace. All I could do was hold on as the most unattractive, animalistic noises were drawn out of me. Everything was too much and not enough all at once.
“I want you to come for me, little pet,” he said without slowing his thrusts. “I want to see how stunning you are when you fall apart.”
A whimper escaped me as his hand dove between us.
Fuucckkkk.
When his thumb found my clit, I jumped, and my eyes rolled back as he began drawing swift circles over it. He applied just the right amount of pressure as he continued fucking me into bliss, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge.
I gripped his shoulders tighter, rolling my hips to match his movements as my muscles coiled. Every breath was met by a wave of candied apples so strong I could almost taste him, and my thoughts hazed over. I was so close, teetering on the edge of release.
“Come,” he demanded in my ear.
It wasn't a bark, but my body obeyed all the same. I fell apart, my pussy clamping down around his cock as I cried out, and Revel cursed under his breath. He grabbed my thighs for leverage and picked up his speed to a blinding pace. We had to be rocking the bus at this point, but I didn’t care.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered with every breath, sensation overwhelming my system and making me tremble.
Revel growled into my neck, his thrusts becoming erratic. He buried himself one final time, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me to the brim with cum, and I gasped.
I was sore, soaked, and sated.
The swell of his knot teasingly bumped against my pussy, and shock tore through me. I was already completely full with his cock. Where the hell is the knot supposed to go?
For a moment, neither of us moved, both breathing heavily. Revel rested his sweaty forehead against mine, with his eyes closed. It took an embarrassingly long second to remember that I hated this asshole, and that it didn’t matter how blissfully content I was right now—this was a one time thing.
Once he caught his breath, he slid his half-hard cock out of me and set me down.
My legs were wobbly, but I quickly caught my balance.
As though he suddenly remembered he hated me too, he took a quick step away, refusing to make eye contact.
His gaze fell down my body instead, and my heart dropped when his eyes widened suddenly.
“Oh fuck, you’re bleeding.”
My stomach pitched, and I slowly looked down. As much as I hoped he was wrong, he wasn’t. The evidence was all over my thighs.
“Shit. Well, I guess I should have mentioned that I’d never done that before.” I grimaced.
Shock lit up Revel’s face, and my cheeks heated. “You’ve never… Why didn’t you say something? What were you?—”
“Would you have changed your mind?” I glared.
His silence gave me my answer.
Probably.
Great. Things were even more awkward now.
We stood there looking at one another for a long second, an embarrassed heat crawling over my skin the longer he stared at me. A combination of shame and regret clashed together within me, making me feel sick.
This was a terrible fucking idea.
I’d just hate fucked away my virginity to an asshole who couldn’t stand the sight of me.
What had I been thinking?
Silently, I scolded myself and considered my next move. I needed to pack my things and get out before Daze or Bobbitt showed up and tried to convince me to stay. And now, on top of everything, I needed to shower.
“Come on,” Revel said, jerking his head toward the back of the bus. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I blinked at him, my jaw falling slack. “That’s okay, you don’t have to do that.”
“I kind of do.” He gestured to his lower half, insinuating that he needed to wash off, too.
Shit.
Heat scorched my cheeks.
“Y-you can go, and I can wait,” I stammered, somehow horrified by the thought of showering with the alpha.
A bit late for modesty, Ari.
“You can walk yourself, or I can carry you there,” he said, his tone suddenly sharp. “Your choice.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, half tempted to play stubborn to see if he’d actually follow through on the threat.
But I also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
With a huff, I marched past him toward the bathroom and heard him follow after a second later.