"Cosima, I'm going to—" I gasp, trying to lift her off me before it's too late.
But instead of pulling away, she sinks down harder, grinding against me as my knot begins to catch. "Yes," she hisses, her eyes wild with desire. "Give it to me. All of it." She shoots another mischievous grin at Geo and Nikolai. "Let them see what they could've had."
Fuck.
She takes me beautifully, her body stretching to accept the intrusion as my knot locks us together. I'm trapped in heroverwhelmingly tight heat, barely able to move, every small shift sending shockwaves through my body. Feels like I'm about to fucking die, either from the intensity of my impending orgasm or from Knight tearing me apart for knotting his omega. His growls are getting pretty intense, rumbling through the train car.
Either way, what a hell of a way to go.
But Knight doesn't attack me. Instead, those blue eyes watch me from behind his impassive silver mask as Cosima rakes her nails down my chest, leaving angry red welts like cat scratches. The sharp pain pushes me over the edge. So does the fact Geo and Nikolai are staring at us like they're about to turn to each other out of sheer desperation. I come with a hoarse cry, my entire body convulsing as I empty myself inside her.
Cosima follows me over the edge, her inner walls pulsing around my knot as she finds her own release. It's the most intense experience of my life, and I'm not sure I'll ever recover from it. Pretty sure I'll be chasing the high of fucking her all the way to hell.
We stay locked together for what feels like an eternity of absolute bliss, my knot slowly subsiding as the aftershocks wracking my body fade. Cosima finally lifts herself off me, my knot slipping out of her with a pop and a rush of come down her milky thighs.
Geo drags a hand down his face. "Holy shit," he mutters, like we've done this to torture him on a personal level.
"Clean me up," Cosima commands, ignoring him, gesturing to the mess on her skin as she lays back in the nest.
My spent cock throbs at her words even though she's just milked me dry. I don't hesitate. I lean forward to lap at her skin obediently, on my hands and knees before her like a supplicantat the altar of his goddess. My hands dig into her velvety hips as my tongue worships her soft lower belly, licking up every last droplet of come. I dip the tip of it into her navel, leaving little nips and bites along her softness on my way down to that patch of curls. She moans in satisfaction as I lick my own seed off the insides of her thighs and steal a taste of her cunt in the process, unable to resist going back for seconds.
"Good boy," she murmurs, her fingers threading through my hair.
Those two simple words undo me completely. To my utter humiliation, which makes it all the more fun, I come again, untouched, just from the praise and the act of submission and her lingering sweetness on my tongue. A strangled moan escapes me as I spill onto the cushions beneath us, my entire body shaking with the force of it.
I should be mortified. I'm an alpha, for fuck's sake. But Cosima just chuckles softly, tilting my face up to kiss me gently.
"You are perfect," she whispers against my lips, and I melt all over again.
Those words, from her lips, are more than I ever imagined I would hear. More than I deserve, certainly. But I'll take them, hoard them like a dragon with treasure, replay them in my mind on the inevitable dark days to come.
Because I'm not foolish enough to think this means anything lasting. I've had my heart broken plenty of times before—sometimes spectacularly, sometimes quietly. But this woman holds my very soul in her grasp, and she could crush it with a single word.
And I'd thank her for the privilege.
Chapter 15
NIKOLAI
I'min some fresh new hell.
Must be. There's no other explanation for it. The rhythmic clacking of the train's wheels against the ancient tracks has become the soundtrack to my personal torment. Each passing mile brings us closer to Surhiira, closer to this mess coming to its inevitable conclusion, and I can't decide if I'm looking forward to it or dreading it.
Maybe both.
Scrubbing a hand over my face, the scrape of stubble that's grown in over the past couple of days rough against my palm, I force myself to look out the window. The endless wasteland isn't nearly distracting enough to keep my gaze away from the scene unfolding in the makeshift nest a few feet away. It doesn't work. My eye is drawn back like a compass needle to north.
Silver hair spills across Raven's lap, illuminated like a halo by the dim light filtering through the curtained train windows. Cosima's head rests on his thigh, her eyes half-closed as shelistens to him reading aloud from some pre-war book in perfect Vrissian. Her legs are stretched out across the nest, feet resting in Knight's lap. The massive alpha is absently stroking her ankle with his human hand, the gentleness of the gesture so at odds with the destructive force I know he's capable of.
How the fuck did I end up here?
My jaw clenches as I watch Raven's fingers drift through her hair, those silver strands sliding between his fingers the same way they did hours ago when he was buried inside her. The memory sends an unwelcome surge of heat through my veins. I was hard for fuckinghoursafter watching them. Didn't do a damn thing about it except suffer.
Not that I wasn't tempted.
When she looked at us with those violet eyes and invited us to join—but only if we fucked Raven, not her—I almost got up. Almost. The idea of pushing into that tight heat and pretending it was her... it shouldn't make my cock stir, but it does. After all, it wouldn't be the first time.
The fact that Geo looked just as tempted as I was doesn't make it any easier to swallow.
