I love the intensity on his face as he fucks me, fast and rough, the thumps on the wall, the wet sounds of us clashing. It’s everything, and I’m moaning louder as my arousal spikes.
In a split second, my climax slams through me. A wave so powerful my vision fragments, my body clenching around his cock, my cry sharp and ragged. I’m shaking, pressed against the wall with my legs locked around his waist, and he holds me through every pulse, every tremor, still thrusting, still deep.
“That’s it, sunshine.” His voice grows rough, his lips brushing my ear. “That was so beautiful, and I’m not even close to being finished with you.”
I float down slowly as everything else comes back into focus—the firelight, the music still playing, the incredible cabinsurrounding us. And that’s when clarity arrives, breathless, but unmistakable.
I gasp. “I just remembered what I needed to tell you.”
“Yeah?” He tilts his head to the side, the guy incredibly handsome, those mocha bedroom eyes luring me to fall deeper under his spell.
“I was going to say… I didn’t want to have sex today.”
Silence. His hips still. “Well.”
I bite my lip.
“That ship has spectacularly sailed. It’s a bit late now, sunshine.”
I’m laughing mostly at myself. “I was trying to control myself. You saw how well that worked out.” I tighten my legs around him. “You’re very distracting when you exist.”
“So, does the rule still apply?” He shifts inside me, and the movement steals my breath.
I stare at him. His darkening gaze burns with a hunger that hasn’t dimmed despite everything we’ve just done. This man is still achingly hard inside me and asking permission with a smile on his face, and I’ve never in my life felt this desired.
“I think it’s a bit late for rules,” I whisper in a teasing tone.
“Good.” He lifts me off the wall, still inside me, carrying me as if I weigh nothing. “Because I have plans for you.”
He slides out of me and sets me on my feet. I whimper at the loss, which is mortifying and involuntary. I reach for my robe on the floor, but his hand catches my wrist, pulling me up to stand near him.
“That isn’t part of the plan.” His gaze travels down my body, unhurried, and the intensity of it presses against my skin. “Fuck me, Claire. Your body is sin. And seeing you glistening for me, slick running down your thighs, knowing I did that? There isn’t a force on this earth that could make me let you cover up right now.”
My cheeks burn, but I don’t turn away. The woman who would have hidden three weeks ago, who would have crossed her arms and deflected with a joke, doesn’t surface. She’s gone. What’s left is an Omega who just screamed against a wall and isn’t sorry.
Instead, I turn and stroll toward the bedroom buck naked, letting him stare.
I make it four steps.
“Stop.” The word comes from his chest, deep, resonant, a frequency I’ve never heard from a human voice. It bypasses my brain entirely and goes straight to my nervous system. My legs freeze. My feet root to the floor. My body stops moving as if his voice reached inside me and pressed pause.
I turn, startled. “What the hell was that?”
He’s standing in the firelight, naked, that huge cock stiff and glistening. His gaze is fixed on me, and there’s a quality to his stillness that’s different from before. More Alpha and animal. The grin is gone, and what’s left is ancient and primal.
“A command,” he explains. “An Alpha’s override. Your body responds to her Alpha.”
“You can just… make me stop? With your voice?”
“Mostly with a matched Omega.” The grin returns, one corner of his mouth lifting. “First time experiencing it?”
“I don’t know if I should be impressed or furious.”
“Both are fine.”
I stare at him, my body still thrumming from the command, every nerve ending lit, and between my thighs, a fresh wave of slick rolls down my skin because apparently being ordered to stop by a deep Alpha voice is a thing my biology finds extremely compelling.
I take a deliberate step toward the bedroom. Testing.
