22. Aria

22

ARIA

"Come on, baby girl. Show me how good you can make yourself feel," Zane coaxes from the shadows of the high-end hotel room, his voice a husky whisper that sends ripples of pleasure through my body. His calculating eyes, usually icy and focused, now simmer with a raw, animalistic desire that stirs an insatiable heat within me.

A gentle shiver races down my spine as I slide my hand delicately over my trembling torso. The pads of my fingers probe the dewy skin beneath the flimsy fabric of the silk chemise, already glowing with a sheen of anticipation. As my fingers descend to explore the lush landscape between my thighs, a delicious moan slips past my softly parted lips.

"You're so wet for me, Aria," Zane murmurs approvingly, his mouth curling into a devilish smile that quickens my pulse. His gaze remains locked on mine as I slip two digits inside myself, painting them with a slickness inspired by him alone. "Such a good girl."

The wet symphony of self-pleasure fills the room, a sweet serenade to our unspoken attraction. My hips buck rhythmically against my hand, each luxurious stroke bringing me closer to a precipice I'm not ready to tumble over.

My back arches off the bed as I impale myself on my fingers, hitting depths only he could surpass. "Zane, please…" I beg, lost in a sea of sensations that border on debauchery. He is already out of the chair before the plea leaves my lips.

With predatory speed, he closes the distance between us. His powerful hands imprison mine above my head in a merciless grip that contrasts sharply with the tenderness in his emerald eyes. The gasp I release is swallowed by his demanding kiss, brutal and intoxicating all at once.

"That's Master Zane to you." His hard cock rests against me, teasing my slick entrance with an exquisite promise of the pleasure to come. "You belong to me," he rumbles possessively, his voice a spine-tingling mix of dominance and desire.

In one swift movement, he plunges into me, replacing my fingers with his thick length. The shockwaves of ecstasy rush over me in a tidal wave that leaves me breathless. His rhythm is relentless — a pounding symphony of raw need that sends sparks shooting behind my eyelids.

Each forceful thrust plunges him farther into my throbbing core. With every powerful stroke, he slams into that exquisite spot within me, a searing, intense point of ecstasy that leaves my body on the verge of climax.

"Come for me, baby."

I wake from the dream covered in sweat. It drips down my body, soaking the sheet below me. My body feels as though I've gone one-on-one with some MMA fighter, and I'm hot—hot to the touch and to the core. In fact, it feels as though I'm burning up from the inside out.

Twitching because I can't freaking help it, I slowly rub the sleep from my eyes. My clit pulses from the unfulfilled desire pooling in my belly.

Worst of all is the fact that I smell like onions, and it's making me gag.

I sit up slowly and groan, because every muscle in my body aches with pain.

Fucking preheat.

Taking a deep breath, I look around the empty hotel room.

It was just a dream.

How disappointing.

With a heavy sigh, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and slowly rise to my feet, feeling the ache in my muscles with every movement. The dream felt so real, so vivid, that waking up alone in this sterile hotel room is a harsh disappointment.

Don't worry, I'll take care of you, clitty cat. What? Everyone talks to their bean, don't they?

I shuffle to the bathroom, desperate to wash away the scent of onions that clings to my skin like a sickly perfume. With each step, I peel off the duct tape and let it flutter to the floor. My skin is irritated and red, small blisters forming over my scent glands.

That looks like a problem.

Ignoring the damage to my skin for now, I turn on the hot water and let the small bathroom fill with steam. As I step under the scalding spray, I can't help but let my mind wander back to the dream, Zane's commanding presence, and the way he possessed my body so completely.

The water cascades over my sensitive skin, each droplet feeling like a teasing caress. I close my eyes and imagine it's his hands on me, his fingers delving into my slick folds, and his cock filling me to the brim. A whimper escapes my lips as I reach down, my fingers finding my aching clit still throbbing with need.

It's not enough. It's never enough when compared to the fantasy of him.

I just need…

Yeah, that's it. Need.

With a frustrated groan, I withdraw my hand and focus on washing away the lingering scent of onions. The hot water provides some relief to my aching muscles but does little to quench the fire burning within me. Honestly, it only makes everything worse, and I have to finish my shower by blasting cold water on my overheated skin.

As I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my dripping body, a wave of dizziness washes over me. I grip the counter for support, my knuckles turning white from the strain. The preheat symptoms are hitting me harder than ever before. My knuckles grip the counter as a cramp pulses in my core.

Slick begins to drip out of me, and a shiver works through my whole body.

I need a knot, and I need one now. Pushing my thighs together only makes it worse.

My phone… I'm sure the guys probably intruded enough to add their numbers to my phone. Right? That's something an alpha would do.

I stumble out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the carpet. The cool air feels like a balm against my overheated skin. I collapse onto the bed, not even bothering to put on clothes. The sheets are damp with my sweat and arousal.

I reach for my charging phone and unlock it. I don't remember grabbing it last night, so it must have been Zane. As I scroll through my contacts, disappointment fills me.

I don't have their numbers.

"Bullshit." I toss the phone on the floor, my hormones riding me hard.

Rolling onto my back, I stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to will away the all-consuming need that threatens to devour me whole, but it's useless. My mind keeps drifting back to Zane—his piercing eyes, his commanding presence, the way he took control of my body so effortlessly in the dream.

I need him. I need his touch, his kiss, his thick?—

A knock sounds on the door.

I'm up before I can think better of it, a haze filling my head. Logically, somewhere at the back of my mind, I know I'm no longer in control, and unfortunately, I don't care. My core pulses so hard that it's all I can think about.

At least I have half a mind to look through the small peephole before I open the door to Quinn, who's standing there with another brown paper bag.

I almost feel bad that the last time we were in this exact same position, he also had a paper bag, one I tossed to the side.

Trying to breathe through my mouth, I open the door, careful to stand behind it, but the moment he steps inside and looks around, he knows I'm not in control.

It's evident in the way I slap the door and flip every single lock.

"Whoa." Quinn walks in and pisses me off because he doesn't look in my direction.

How dare he?

He's also holding his nose. Luckily, I forgive him when he bends over to pick something up and I can gaze at his ass, and what a fine ass it is.

Tossing the paper bag on the table, he finally turns to me.

"We have to stop meeting like this." He finally gets a look at me.

A very naked me.

Ever so slowly, I stalk him.

Quinn's eyes widen as he takes in my naked form, his nostrils flaring as my scent floods the room. At least it's getting rid of the stench of onions. I can see the battle raging within him, the primal alpha instincts warring with his gentlemanly nature, but I'm too far gone to care about propriety or consequences.

My pussy has spoken, and she wants Quinn's knot.

What my pussy wants, my pussy gets.

"Aria, you're not thinking clearly," he warns, his voice strained as he takes a step back. Oh, I love how he backs away from me. "Your heat is clouding your judgment."

Is it though? I think I'm thinking pretty fucking clearly.

I advance on him, swaying my hips seductively. "I know exactly what I'm doing, Quinn, and what I need."

He backs away until he hits the wall, trapped by my approaching figure. I press myself against him, relishing the feeling of his hard body against my fevered skin. A low growl rumbles in his chest as I nuzzle his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent of lavender and bergamot.

I love the scent of lavender.

"You smell so good," I purr, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. "I bet you taste even better."

His hands grip my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. For a moment, I think he's going to push me away, but then his lips slam onto mine. The kiss is fierce and hungry, a clash of teeth and tongues as Quinn's resolve shatters. His hands roam over my naked body, caressing every curve and stoking the flames of my desire higher. I moan into his mouth, grinding my hips against his, desperate for friction.

He spins us around, pinning me against the wall with his solid frame. "Fuck, Aria." He groans, his voice rough with need. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"Show me," I murmur, my hands reaching behind me to fumble with his belt buckle. "I want to feel all of you."

"So eager," he whispers, pressing against me. His hot breath tickles my skin as he presses himself against me, his lips hungrily sucking at the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. I can feel his alpha instincts taking over, and it only makes me more eager. I picture him bonding me in this very position, rutting me from behind with unbridled passion. The thought elicits a primal whimper.

"Quinn," I whine like the hussy I am.

My hands slam against the wall as I pant. His chuckle is almost rude. "Need something, angel?"

The endearment does something to my entire being. My body lights up from the inside out, and my need doesn't just ramp up, but goes to a hundred really fast.

My knees buckle, but that's okay, because Quinn catches me.

In a flash, his clothes are gone, and we're skin to skin, a tangle of heated limbs and gasping breaths. Quinn's hands grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard length presses against my soaked entrance, teasing me with the promise of fulfillment.

"Please, Quinn," I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders. "I need you inside me."

With a primal growl, he sheathes himself in one powerful thrust.

My head slams back against the wall as a cry of pure ecstasy rips from my throat. The feeling of him stretching me, filling me so completely, is almost too much to bear. Quinn sets a brutal pace, pounding into me with a force that shakes the walls. Each thrust hits that sweet spot deep inside, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my entire being.

With every powerful thrust, waves of pleasure course through me. I lean my head against the wall and surrender to the intense sensations, my mouth hanging open on a silent cry of ecstasy. Quinn's lips and teeth leave marks on my neck, his possessive growls rumbling against my sensitive flesh.

He doesn't bite me, doesn't bond me. He gently fills that craving by nicking my flesh and driving me higher.

"That's it, angel," he rasps out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Take everything I give you. Your perfect little pussy was made for my cock."

His filthy words only heighten my arousal. I meet his thrusts eagerly, rolling my hips to take him impossibly deeper. The obscene sounds of our coupling fill the room—the slap of flesh against flesh, the squelch of my overflowing wetness, and our mingled moans and grunts of pleasure.

"You want my knot, angel?" He slows his thrusts, sweat coating our flesh as he grabs me and carries me to the bed. He gently lays me down.

"Please, alpha," I beg.

"Present for me," he demands harshly.

The haze clouding my vision has me rolling over, uncaring of how much I'm exposing myself to him. All I can think about is his knot pressing inside me and filling me so completely that it drives my every movement.

Spreading my legs, I press my chest into the mattress, letting him see the slick dripping out of my core and down my thighs.

Quinn's breath catches at the sight of my glistening folds. "Fuck, you're dripping." He groans appreciatively, gripping my hips possessively. "Such a good little omega, so ready for your alpha's knot."

I whimper needily, wiggling my hips in desperate invitation. The ache inside me is all-consuming, a yawning emptiness that only he can fill. "Please, Quinn," I beg shamelessly, too far gone to care about pride. "I need it. I need you."

With a feral snarl, he positions himself at my entrance and slams home in one brutal thrust. I cry out in ecstasy as he fills me to the hilt, his thick length stretching me deliciously. He sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against mine, driving into me with an animalistic fervor that has me seeing stars.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I chant mindlessly, pushing back to meet his every thrust. The obscene sound of his heavy balls slapping against my engorged clit sends jolts of electric bliss zinging up my spine.

The coil inside me winds tighter and tighter, my body tensing as I hurtle toward a shattering climax. Quinn's thrusts become more erratic, his knot starting to swell at the base of his shaft.

"I'm going to fill you up, angel," he rumbles, his voice a dark promise. "Pump you full of my seed until it's leaking out of you."

The thought of his knot locking us together, of his potent release flooding my womb, is enough to send me careening over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. My walls clamp down around him, fluttering and milking his thick cock. Stars explode behind my eyes as I cry out his name like a prayer.

Quinn's knot swells to its full size, locking us together in a primal bond. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he grunts and growls, marking me with his teeth and tongue.

I'm lost in a haze of pleasure, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection. The fullness inside me is exquisite, every inch of him pressing against my walls, sending electricity coursing through my body.

Our bodies move as one, rising and falling in perfect harmony. Every time he pulls back, his knot brushes against my sweet spot before sliding back inside me again. I'm on fire, consumed by the sensation of him filling me over and over.

As our passion intensifies, Quinn's grip on my hips tightens almost painfully. He thrusts harder and faster, chasing his own release as he pounds into me with reckless abandon.

In that moment, it feels like we're the only two people in the world. Our bodies are joined together in a raw display of dominance and submission. My omega instincts take over completely as I surrender to him.

With a final cry, Quinn reaches his peak. His knot swells even more as he pumps hot spurts of his seed deep inside me. It triggers another mind-blowing orgasm for me, making my toes curl and my body shake uncontrollably.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me as Quinn's knot pulses, locking us together as he fills me with his potent release. I can feel every twitch and throb of his thick shaft, every warm gush of his seed painting my fluttering walls. The sensation is indescribable—a perfect union of our bodies that transcends mere physical pleasure.

Quinn's weight presses me into the mattress as he collapses on top of me and rolls us to his side, his chest heaving against my back. His arms wrap around me possessively, holding me close as the aftershocks of our shared climax ripple through us. For a long moment, we simply lie there, basking in the afterglow, our bodies still intimately connected.

My preheat is satiated for now, but all the energy leaves me, and sleep claims me quicker than it ever has before.