Chapter Five

HE FUCKING MARKED ME LIKE I WAS SOME DAMN OMEGA, but yet there I was twitching on his lap—everything, my hips, hole, my core, my cock—all twitching away, and it was all so sensitive. My body was sore, aching, my hole burned, and it felt like my insides were pulverized, but yet it was all buzzing with arousal, and the fact that he marked me wasn’t something I dwelled on too much because I wanted him to keep pounding me, so I ignored my throbbing neck because a swell of pleasure was building deep in me.

My whole body clenched up. I shook and sputtered out sounds as everything in me tightened. The sounds I made. I almost couldn’t believe it was me. Gasps, moans, screams, and a whole bunch of other odd guttural noises escaped my lips, making me sound like the horniest thing in existence, and then he flicked a tongue over my nipple. I whimpered, and he flicked it again. I sounded so pathetic, but God, it felt so good. He clasped his mouth over my small bud and began sucking on it, making me cry out and buck my hips.

I rode his cock, bending my back as my chest tingled and buzzed, gasping in arousal as he tugged on my erect peak with his teeth. He held my hips firmer, ramming into me, his length growing as he released. His knot swelled more. I cried out. It was so overwhelming because everything in me was on edge but wouldn’t let go, but then my body finally released from its sensitive state and went wild. I gripped his shoulders, trembling as ecstasy blasted through me. My hole clenched so firmly on him. He growled and kept driving in, pumping his hips, and biting my nipples, chest, and shoulder. I had no words or sounds.

Spots flashed in my vision, and bliss pulsed through me as my body convulsed. I began gasping for breath because the pleasure wouldn’t stop, and I screamed out his name, pushing off his shoulders, not knowing what to do with all of my sensitivity. He grabbed onto my shoulders, and I screamed, throwing my head back, come arcing out of me, coating his chest, and then it kept going, but it was the kind of orgasming where I didn’t just release. It was the kind where it was a full-body experience, from head to toe. I yowled and hugged him, trembling and panting rapidly.

“Shh, catch your breath.” He tightly embraced me and stood. He glanced around the house and saw the hall that led to the bedrooms. Finding my room, he climbed onto the bed and lay me on my back. He was still engorged inside me. Brushing my wet hair off my forehead, he kissed the tip of my nose.

I gasped as I tightened more around him.

“You’re okay. Really feel it.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and mewled, twisting my hips, a deep tremor taking over. Crying out, I clawed at the bed, bowing my back, lifting my head off the mattress, screaming, and pleasure exploded throughout every essence of my being.

“Jesus.” He exhaled, sinking in deeper, filling me with his release.

I finally calmed down some, still twitching a bit, experiencing zaps of ecstasy, but the throb in my neck returned, so I tried to ignore all the potential bliss. On the one hand, I wanted him to keep fucking me, but on the other hand, I wanted the evening to be over because he claimed me. I was perturbed and horny.

When his swelling went down and he pulled out, I put my hand on his chest. “Okay, you have to go.”

“I don’t think we’re done yet,” he said, licking his lips. God, it was so damn sexy.

I swallowed. Perhaps he was right, but I needed time to think, which I couldn’t do with him there because we’d just end up fucking again. “It’s been hours. Almost the whole day.”

“We can take a break if that’s what you need.” He gave me a smile.

I growled. “You fucking marked me. You just don’t go and do that.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I’ll go, okay?” He climbed off the bed, his cock still erect and leaking.

“Good,” I said with a nod, trying to keep my eyes off his dick.

He scrunched his nose. “Good.”

“Like now.”

“Okay. Okay. I’m going.”

After he left, I threw myself onto my bed atop the wrinkled wet sheets. I couldn’t take the moisture against my back, so I got up to grab clean ones. As I pulled the wet ones off the bed, I studied them some. They were so wet it looked like somebody spilled a gallon of something on them. I ran my finger across the moisture. Some of it was kind of thick and sticky, and it wasn’t the come. Holy hell, it must’ve been what was seeping from me. It was slick. Somehow, I produced slick and tons of it.

“Crap,” I said under my breath. It was all because of Bauer. For some reason, I was meant to be with an alpha.