“That’s it,” he whispers. “Take it. Take all of it.”
I am. God help me, I am.
I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to draw him deeper. One of his hands fists in my hair, yanking my head back to bare my throat. The vulnerable exposure makes me tighten around him so hard he groans.
“Fuck—you’re strangling my cock,” he grits out. “So fucking tight, squeezing me like you never want to let go—”
“Bite me.” The words rip out before I can stop them. I’m too wrecked to think, too far gone to care that I’m begging my brother’s killer for a claiming bite. It’s like something has taken control over me. Some demon I can’t fight. But I can’t think past the need, past the feel of his cock inside me.
It feels so fucking good.
Years of denying what my body needs, and now it’s taking what it wants.Taking him.
And I can’t stop it.
“Please. Bite me—”
“No.”But his mouth is already at the junction between my neck and shoulder, teeth pressing against my bonding gland. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Please—” I tilt my head, offering myself up. “Please, I need—”
“Fuck.” He bites down.
It’s not hard enough to break skin or create a bond. But the pressure radiates through my entire body like an electric shock, locking up every muscle as the sensation shoots straight to my core. My hole clamps around him so tight he chokes out a groan against my throat.
His teeth remain there, claiming me without the permanence. And somehow it’s more intimate than if he’d actually broken skin.
“Enzo…” I moan, my body trembling beneath him. I’m clawing at his back, trying to pull him deeper, closer, inside me in ways that aren’t physically possible.
“That’s it, baby.”
His hips go savage, jackhammering into me while his teeth stay locked on my throat. “Give it to me. Come on my cock like the desperate little omega you are.”
The filthy command, his teeth on my gland, the blunt force of him destroying me from the inside out—it’s too much.
I come so hard my vision whites out. Untouched. Just from his cock and his bite and the overwhelming rightness of being filled by an alpha.
I’m screaming. Screaming so loud my throat goes raw.
Enzo curses in Italian, and then he’s coming too. I feel the thick, hot pulses flooding my insides with every grunt, and my body grips him like a vice, milking every drop.
His weight collapses on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. We stay like that for a long moment, tangled and slick, riding the ragged wave back down toward reality. My heart is a frantic bird against my ribs, and my lungs are finally, greedily, taking in the air.
I wait for the heat to recede. For the fog to lift.
It doesn’t.
And to my horror, I realize it isn’t over.
“First wave.” Enzo lifts his head, and he looks as wrecked as I feel. Sweat-soaked, chest heaving, eyes still dark with hunger. “It’ll come in waves for the next twelve to twenty-four hours. Maybe longer, with how long you’ve been suppressing.”
The words echo in my head like a death sentence.
Twelve to twenty-four hours or more of being stripped down to nothing but need. Of begging him. Letting him use me. Losing every last shred of dignity I have left—if I have any left at all.
I want to cry, but there’s no energy left for it. Not with my traitorous body already stirring, heat building again despite the orgasm still shivering through my muscles.
Enzo’s cock twitches inside me. I feel him swelling, thickening, stretching me anew.
