Chapter 18

Asharp gasp escapes my lips as an explosion of raw pleasure rouses me from sleep.

My pussy clenches around hard male flesh, muscles quaking and nerves zinging. The stretch is darkly erotic, and I welcome the achy feeling of pleasure on the cusp of pain. I’m curled up on my side, a warm body bracing mine, a fist clamped around my upper thigh, holding me open.

I suck another sharp breath in, trying to remember where I am as he slowly strokes into me from behind. My body climbs hot and fast, playing catch up with the sensations.

Only the low chuckle is off, and my sleepy brain is still trying to determine what is wrong with this scenario.

The room is dark, the door open, and light spills in from the corridor beyond.

The base…

Noah climbing into bed with me…

Only this is not Noah.

“Seb?” It’s not a question when his scent already tells me. And his cock. I might lose my mind if he doesn’t let me come this time.

“Yeah, princess.”

His voice sounds rough, and his exhale takes on a rumble that vibrates against my back. God, my nipples are so hard and achy with arousal, like someone has been toying with them…

Has he?

He slows his strokes almost to a stop. All the little nerves the length of my channel spark and throb, praying for him to take me hard and fast.

He stops completely and lowers my leg, leaving his cock nestled inside me, filling me.

If he pulls out and comes over me, I’m going to turn feral.

He doesn’t; he just settles behind me, and the faint rattle of his breathing sounds off.

“Did you fight again?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?” I twist to glance back, but weak light coming from the corridor reveals no more than a dark shape.

“Nope. He really fucked me up. But he let me come back to you, so I’m good.”

My pussy clenches savagely.

He nips at the side of my throat, making me shiver. “You really do get off on violence... Do you want to come?”

“Yes.” No hesitation.

“Do you want me to knot you?”

“Yes.” Pure desperation.

He pushes the covers aside, leaving me naked and exposed to the chill air, curls a hand under my thigh again, lifting it, and fucks into me slow and easy. I’m already primed. The glide of his cock, the desperate fear that this is a trick and he might stop or, worse, come on me, acts like an accelerator. My climax hits me from out of left field, and my inner walls lock over his length in sweet, rhythmic waves.

The sense of relief is profound, and I moan out my pleasure

“There we go,” he says. “Are you sure you want my knot?” His words are a growl beside my ear, making me shiver. He’s still pumping into me, and I’m a little oversensitive, but in a good kind of way. “Do you think you can take it?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, but who am I to question an omega’s command?”

I want to scoff. Like I’ve had any say in any of this.

An omega. That’s what I’m becoming. And he is right; I don’t know what I’m asking for, only that I need more.

“Don’t stop.”

He shifts, and his grip on my thigh turns bruising as he begins to pound into me.

My body is in freefall, and I pitch straight into another climax, harder and sharper than the first. And, still, he pistons into me, changing the angle slightly with each thrust until… “Oh god!”

I see stars. I’m nothing but a quivering mess of white-hot bliss as the head of his cock slides over the front wall of my pussy. It’s too much. I can’t bear it.

I can’t stop coming.

And I can feel him stretching me, feel the passage of his knot as it begins to swell.

It does hurt. But it hurts so good.

His strokes slow. His arm braces under my thigh, contorting my body and pinning me still. Panic crawls out of the sensual spell. The pressure at my entrance is dark and edgy. He’s pushing hard against my resistance, and something has to give.

It’s me.

Then the glands slip all the way inside me and lock, settling a pressure against my inner walls just right. He growls, and his hot cum floods deep inside me, filling me, and I follow right after him into spasmodic bliss.

A loud pop. Absolute darkness.

Did the light just blow?

The sound of our ragged breathing is loud in the quietness of the room. The door is open. I wonder if other people are near, listening to us like we listened to them that first night.

I feel consumed, possessed. But also a little sleepy, in a nice way. And so content. The knot feels sublime where it nestles inside me.

I wonder how long it will hold us together.

“This base is fucked.” His low, husky chuckle falls like a caress. He eases his hold on my thigh, and, as my leg lowers, it also crushes my pussy tighter around him.

I whimper.

“You asked for it, princess. Now shut up and take it like a good girl.”

My pussy spasms. He plants his palm against my belly and gently rocks his hips.

“Oh god!” I come again, fisting him in white-hot waves. He groans, and another hot jet fills me. I can feel him pulsing, the sticky cum leaking out and trickling over my upper thighs.

I’m a mess of conflict. Sated, but also emotionally volatile. A tear trickles out, and another, until they merge with the pillow.

I understand myself in that moment. Not the old me, but the new me. And him. This fucked-up place where we’re all just helpless passengers headed for a destination that has nothing to do with the horses we ride every day or what comes at the end.

Perhaps there is no end. Perhaps these desolate bunkers and this nomadic life are forever.

Do I care? The only real thing is the throbbing flesh lodged inside me and the connection it represents. I’ve been empty all my life. Today, I feel whole.

“You lied,” I say.

He huffs a breath. “Yeah? How?”

“You said I would be thinking about him.”

I hear his breath hitch, and then his lips lower to the juncture of my shoulder and throat, and he nips.

I shiver.

He begins to rock his hips again.

“Oh god.”

“Were you thinking about me?”

The teasing note in his voice instills a different kind of warmth deep in my belly, and I’m climbing again straight for the summit. “Only you.”

My pussy locks over him, and I grunt and push my ass back, claiming every drop of pleasure as my own.

His lips trail up the side of my throat. The hand on my belly slides down, and thick fingertips brush lightly against my clit.

I jolt. My pussy locks around him so hard it hurts.

“Too much?”

“Yes.” My hand clamps over his wrist, trying to pull him off.

Not a hope. He moves his fingers slowly, circling, almost like he’s more determined now that I’ve asked him to stop.

I jerk again.

He rolls, taking me under him and pinning me to the bed face down, stuffed full of his hot cock.

I’m trapped. He is too heavy. I can’t breathe properly, and more so when he clamps a big hand over my throat. My ribs are in danger of being crushed, but his fingertips are still against me intimately, and as he slides them back and forth, it’s so insanely intense. His helpless prisoner, I can only endure, and, all too easily, he compels another climax from me, and I fist over his length again. My body spasms and my lungs burn as fiery heat bathes the surface of my skin.

He shifts, taking some weight off me, easing his hold on my throat, and allowing me to suck air into my lungs.

His hand slides away, spreading a wet trail over my belly as I lay panting, half smothered, with no idea what is up or down.

He palms my breast, then pinches my nipple, and the pain pulses a thread of confused pleasure straight to my core.

My body tries to bow, but I’m thoroughly pinned.

“Come again. Right now.” It’s a growl, a command, and I’m already heading there as pleasure radiates from my cruelly pinched nipple all the way to my clit before morphing into womb-deep contractions that feel like they’re tearing out my soul and leaving behind a husk that is nothing but writhing pleasure and instinct.

We both breathe heavily into the aftermath.

The sense of disconnect is profound.

“I don’t feel human anymore,” I whisper.

“There we go,” he says. “Welcome home, princess.”