I meet his eyes, dark and watchful, full of silent questions. I shake my head.
No. I don’t want him to stop.
Not even close.
He might leave bruises, maybe even scars, but I heal fast now and every mark will feel earned.
I want him just like this.
This is what Knox said would help repair my relationship with Blaze. I have to prove that I can handle him.
If this is where Blaze lives now, buried in shadow and fury, then I’ll go there too. I’ll stay in the dark with him, as long as I get to be his Omega.
Knox and Viper crouch at the edge of the bed, their eyes glowing with primal desire to see their Omega unravel.
Blaze’s thumb flicks over my clit and I’m hurtling towards another orgasm. His fingers pump deep, curling wickedly on every thrust, hitting my O-spot and stimulating exactly what I need to feel whole. I feel feral, unleashed, humping his hand with an urgent need I’ve been suppressing for so,solong.
“Please… please, please—” I chant.
His teeth pull back, releasing his bite. It pulses, hot and angry, but I don’t think he broke the skin. It’s not a mating bite, but it certainly feels like I’ve been claimed.
"There,” he murmurs, almost tender, “that’s going to leave a lovely little mark, isn’t it? When it fades, I’ll do it again. And again. And once we get it to stick, we’ll start on another one. Wecan play until every inch of you is marked and then you’ll never leave again."
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. His words don’t make sense, but they brand themselves into me anyway, each one another mark. A madman's promise. A fevered vow.
“Please,” I sob. “Please, Alpha, let me come—”
A tear streaks down my cheek. I’m shaking apart, strung so tight I might break. I clutch at his forearm like it’s the only thing keeping me from shattering completely. I’m right there. So close it hurts, and for a breathless moment, a second, I realize I’ve fallen into one of Blaze’s traps.
His mouth, hot and wet, lowers to my ear.
“Then fucking come, little liar.”
It’s an Alpha Command, and it slams into me like a sucker punch.
My body obeys.
I scream, back arching violently as my orgasm tears through me. The pleasure is monstrous. My channel clamps down around his fingers, milking him with desperate pulses. Slick floods my sleep shorts, soaking the sheets as my whole body convulses.
It’s ecstasy. It’s obliteration.
But it’s not right. It’s not mine.
The pleasure is wrong. This is all wrong. My Alpha didn’t coax it out of me. Didn’t guide me gently.
He pushed. Hard. Used his authority like a blade and cut the choice right out of me.
It leaves something raw in its wake.
Because I would have given it.
I was already his.
I thrash in his arms as the orgasm continues. It’s unnatural. Prolonged by the Command.
My core burns with the effort to clench and keep clenching.
Beneath the pounding of my blood in my ears, I hear voices shouting. I’m jostled, briefly, as though hands are pulling or pushing, and then I’m settled again, still trembling, still gasping, in a different set of arms.
