I claw at his shoulders, tilting my face up so that I can kiss him. Roses and candles. It’s all I can smell, but he’s huge and strong. His muscles are hard, and my alpha, this alpha is my perfect match.
And I’m burning for him.
He presses the head of his cock against my entrance harder and more insistently.
“Do it,” I say and bite his shoulder.
His plunge inside me is slow and controlled, filling me up. As he bottoms out, he stills and just stands there, supporting my weight as he kisses me until I forget everything but the feel of him. I get lost in his kisses, ignoring the burn on my lips.
At last, he moves, slowly and steadily. Like he’s savouring every moment.
“You are so tight,” he whispers. “So perfect. Look how you take all of me, Omega.”
I moan, and his arms tighten around me, dragging me closer to him. I match his movements and claw at him as the heat inside me builds.
“Alpha, so good, please,” I pant.
“Beg me,” Jarek whispers.
“Please, I need it. I need your knot.”
His thrusts get frenzied, and I match them, meeting his energy with my own burning need. The sound of our fucking is hidden under thedrumming of rain. Within minutes, I’m beside myself, sobbing and clawing at him as I shatter around him, my legs squeezing his hips, but that doesn’t stop him.
Jarek takes his time, building me back up again. When I fall for a second time, he joins me, shoving his knot deep inside me.
His mouth slams against mine, swallowing my scream. Taking it into his body. I pulse and clench around that thickened flesh that is stretching me wide. He rocks in and out of me, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure rippling through me.
He doesn’t stop kissing me, and I cling to him like he’s the life raft that will save me. Like he’s the air I’ve been dying to breathe.
Hours could have passed when he pulls away. His green eyes have flecks of orange in them that fade until they are gone. We stare at each other, locked in this silent promise, this covenant.
I cup his cheek, and he closes his eyes, leaning into my hand.
“Alpha, I am yours,” I whisper urgently. “Always yours.”
“Kaida,” he says my name again, but this time, he sounds more like himself.
We clean up quickly and walk out into the rain hand-in-hand. Cadel drops from the rubble he’s been perched on. While Legion and Mordecai appear from a different direction.
Jarek and Mordecai exchange a few quiet words, but I’m too busy watching Legion. There’s a cloud of melancholy around him. A grimness to his eyes, like he’s watching some inevitable pain come his way.
“What’s the matter?”
He lifts his eyes in surprise and shakes his head, his mask slapping back on with almost comical precision.
“Nothings wrong. I’m excited to be getting out of here.”
I don’t believe him at all, but I’m still buzzing from my moment with Jarek, so I don’t push.
The temple is just as we left it, and when we show Legion the underground river, he sits down heavily on the steps, his eyes wide with wonder.
“I never, ever dreamed there would be something like this.”
“It’s impressive, isn’t it?” I murmur, taking it in again.
“But how are we going to get everyone out?” Legion asks. “Most of us can’t swim.”
“You’re going to have to. Lie on your back, float. The people who are most vulnerable go in the boats. It’s moving fast, so I can’t imagine it will take long before you’re out.”
