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My heart races out of my control as I gape down at him. “I don’t,” I croak, the lie evident even to my own ears.
“Say it louder.” He swipes his tongue from my entrance to my clit. The groan that parts my lips is raw, desperate, and needy.
Dammit.
He repeats the motion, and my body jerks with need. My head falls back, my eyes falling closed, but I wince as my head cracks against the mirror behind me. Fuck, it hurts, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins makes it impossible for me to focus on anything but Cassian between my legs.
His fingers find the most satiable rhythm as he nips at my clit, and I’m helpless to the ecstasy that takes over. I have nothing to blame it on but myself. I want this, whether I want to admit it out loud or not is another story. A story I’m not even willing to entertain at this moment, but the only thing stopping me from reaching the peak of euphoria is definitely myself.
Blinking at him, I find his eyes already locked on me, and as he swirls his fingers and grazes his teeth over my clit, I fall apart.
I can’t control my cries as I ride out wave after wave on his tongue. My limbs fall limp as I come down from the pleasure coursing through me, but I don’t get a second to bask in the afterglow before I’m placed on my feet. I lose my balance as he spins me, and I have to blink a few times before I can force my gaze to settle on our reflection in the mirror, just in time to feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.
Our eyes meet in the glass, my pulse thundering in my ears, but as the silence descends over us, it’s quickly broken by the creak of the door opening.
“Get the fuck out,” Cassian growls, his voice dark and twisted as it quickly falls shut again.
It’s enough to bring me to my senses, and I stand tall, ready to push away from him, but he uses the movement to his advantage, driving his cock deep into my pussy as I cry out with pleasure again.
“Tell me you don’t want it, and mean it. Really fucking mean it, Addi.”
I blink at his reflection, noting the blood smeared across the glass, and my gut knows that’s from where my head collided earlier.
It’s intense. He’s intense. Maybe if I give in just one more time, it will be enough. It has to be enough.
Acceptance drapes over me in a warm embrace, and instead of using words to agree, I shift, grinding against him. It’s his turn to moan, the sound feral, setting off a bomb inside of him as he grips my hips and slams into me with raw, desperate need.
Holding onto the vanity, I watch him watch where we’re joined, sweat beading at his temple as he snarls with every thrust. There’s nothing sweet about this, just feral ferocity that is driving me to the top of the mountain at a breakneck pace.
“That’s it, Alpha, clench around my cock. I fucking love it.”
Alpha? What does that mean?
I don’t get to ask as my body screams at his words. My climax starts in my toes, claiming every inch of my body one piece at a time until there’s nothing left but my release. His hand wraps around my throat, tightening as he finds his release along with me.
It goes on forever, every drop wrung between us until we’re a panting mess.
The reality of what I’ve just done washes over me more quickly this time, and I curse, wiping a hand down my face as I look anywhere but at him. He must sense the shift in me because he wordlessly slips from my body, giving me enough space to grab my towel and wrap it around me.
“You’re bleeding. Let me heal you,” he murmurs, and I shake my head. The reminder instantly makes my head hurt.
“I’m fine.” I head for the door, but he grabs hold of my arm, halting me in my tracks.
“Let me heal you, Addi,” he repeats, grabbing my chin with his free hand to force me to look at him.
“Get the fuck off me,” I bark, yanking my arm out of his grasp, and he lets me go. I take a step back, irritated that I hate the distance between us, but when he doesn’t barrel toward me again, I slip the door open and make a run for it.
A moment later, the sound of my bedroom door clicking shut behind me rings in my ears, offering me the slightest teasing of a sense of peace I’m not sure I want. I hear the floorboards creak from the other side of the door, and I know it’s him.
Holding my breath, I wait for what comes next, but nothing does. After a few minutes, he retreats, leaving me alone with my thoughts, and I’m not sure I like them right now.
THIRTY-FIVE
ADDI
Morning comes too quickly, and before I know it, I’m dressed and standing in front of the mirror wondering who the fuck is looking back at me. I’m exhausted, I can see it in my eyes, but the color in my cheeks is new. Probably from the sex, just like the bruises that are now scattered all over my skin.
The evidence of yesterday’s events leaves me torn. I like them, along with the ache between my thighs, but the reminder of who put them there pisses me off. I’m drawn to them. It’s undeniable at this point, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.
