“On the bed.” His voice drops into that register again. Not a shout. Not a growl. A vibration that moves through the air and into my bones. “On your knees. Facing away from me.”
My legs carry me there before my brain signs off. I’m climbing onto the mattress, knees sinking into the white linen, spread, and my mind is screaming,What are you doing?while my body purrs louder than it’s ever purred, every cell oriented toward pleasing the Alpha behind me. And the duality of it is terrifying and exhilarating. I’m so aroused I can barely breathe.
“You asshole,” I manage, breathless, looking over my shoulder. “If you think I’m going to just?—”
“You have any idea what seeing your pussy dripping with slick does to an Alpha?” He strokes two fingers through the folds of my exposed pussy from behind, and my entire argument dissolves into a cry that buckles my arms. My face presses into the pillow, my hips push back, desperate, begging for more, and I hear his low laugh behind me.
“Tell me that again?”
“I hate you.” My voice is muffled by the pillow with laughter because I can’t even lie straight.
“Liar.”
He shifts closer behind me, and I feel the bed dip under his weight, feel his hands settle on my hips. I’m shuddering, slick slipping out from an anticipation so acute it borders on pain.
In no time, he’s rubbing the tip of his cock along the length of my offering, tempting me, and my hips are rocking, my ass higher, needing him.
He pushes into me slowly this time. Inch by inch. Drawing it out until I’m fisting the sheets and biting down on my lower lip. He’s bigger from this angle, or I’m tighter, maybe both, and every nerve ending I possess is concentrated on the point where our bodies meet.
Then he moves hard, deep, plunging into me unceremoniously, claiming strokes that drive the breath from my lungs. A hand slides up my spine, fingers threading into my hair, gathering it into a fist, and tugging back just enough to arch my neck. Ownership is written in the grip of his hand and the force of his hips and the grunt that rumbles from his chest with every thrust.
“You’re mine, Claire,” he growls, then he fucks me like a beast.
I’m gone. There’s no Claire left, no anxiety, no overthinking, no inner voice going over every mistake I’ve ever made. There’s only his body behind mine, his monster cock spreading me, and the relentless rhythm that’s driving me insane.
“Corey—” His name tears from me, broken, desperate.
“Let go. I’ve got you.”
And the way he jackhammers into me shakes the whole bed, the room, my screams flooding everything else. I’ve never been fucked before as if it’s the last time either of us will ever get the chance to do it again.
It’s fast, beautifully painful, and with that tug of my hair, the whole dominance over me is something I never thought I’d enjoy. Now, I want to submit to Corey, do anything he demands.
The thrusts escalate, and he’s growling, the sound thunderous. The friction is fire between us, when it becomes too much…
“I can’t. I’ll?—”
“Let go, sunshine. I’m right behind you,” he snarls, releasing his grip on my hair.
At his command, the orgasm rips through me with unbelievable force, my whole body seizing, contracting, and I’m screaming into the pillow, hands locked in the sheets. Corey follows me over the edge, his grip bruising on my hips, a roar tearing from his throat. The pressure of his knotswelling, stretching me, locking us together, is so intense and overwhelmingly full that tears flood from my eyes. I don’t know if they’re from pleasure or release or the sheer magnitude of what my body is experiencing.
He’s holding me in place, buried incredibly deep as he pumps his cum into me, and God, there’s so much of it pulsing out of him, filling me up.
Finally, he folds over me, his chest against my back, his forehead between my shoulder blades, both of us shaking, panting, locked together.
After a long moment, he gathers me into his arms, rolling us onto our sides, still knotted, still connected. His arm wraps around my waist and breasts, his lips pressing against the curve of my shoulder.
“That was incredible,” I whisper. “I had no idea my body could feel that much.”
“It’s only the beginning now that you’ve got real Alphas who know how an Omega should be treated.”
His words sink through my skin and settle deep, filling the hollow spaces Louis carved out with his cruelty. Tears sting my eyes again, and this time I know exactly why.
Exhaustion rolls through me. His hand strokes my hip, my waist, the line of my ribs, slow and soothing. The fire is a distant glow through the bedroom door, while the mountain is silent outside. His heartbeat is steady against my spine.
“Corey?”
“Mm.”
