Page 23 of His Captor

Iwent from just enjoying the sex to practically having an out of body experience in the blink of an eye. One second it was good and hot, and Ace was sexy and demanding, and the next…there weren’t even words.

In the back of my mind, I knew it was a breeding orgasm. I’d had one once before with a particularly skilled ESA from Bangers & Mash. But even that paled in comparison to the searing pleasure that rolled through me in waves timed to the insistent push of Ace’s thrusts as he invaded the very center of me.

It felt like every cell of my body was singing the loudest, most celebratory song ever written. It felt like a part of me I had always known was there without being fully conscious of it was standing up and fist-pumping with an almighty, “YES!” It was so good that as Ace thrust and pumped on, I let out a keening cry of joy as cum continued to spurt from my cock and tears leaked from my eyes.

Simply put, Ace rocked my world.

But there was way more to it than that. As the intensity of the moment began to wane, as we came back down from the heights we’d reached together, my cells still felt like they were singing and dancing. I was completely limp and half out of it as Ace flopped to his side with a heavy breath, gathering me into his embrace and stroking me like I washisomega, but I could still feel it deep in my soul.

Something had happened. This entire heat had changed me. The breeding orgasm had somehow rearranged me from the inside out. I would never be the same.

“That was…wow,” Ace panted, clinging tightly to me as the air around us cooled while our sweat-drenched bodies clung to each other like the last bits of cereal in the bowl.

“Hmmgn.” I couldn’t form words, but my half-insensible mumbling was absolute agreement.

And then he leaned in and kissed me.

It wasn’t that I never kissed the alphas who took me through heat. I’d kissed plenty of alphas. I actually liked kissing a lot. Sometimes, instead of wild, kinky sex, it was awesome just to curl up on a cozy couch with an alpha I liked for a make-out session that had no deeper expectations attached to it.

I didn’t kiss the alphas I played out fantasies with, though. Who wanted to kiss their kidnapper? The point was cold, punishing, unattached sex and nothing more.

Ace was definitely something more. He’d accidentally kissed me that first day—I was almost certain it had been an accident—but this kiss was different. I ended up returning it with equal fire, squeezing my legs around him, since we were still knotted, and rubbing my hand up his chest so I could rest my hand over his heart.

His heart was beating wildly. He touched me everywhere he could before drawing a hand up to thread his fingers through mydamp hair. His mouth was everything to me in that moment. His tongue playing against mine was as heavenly as him fucking me had been. His lips were like magic and made me feel precious and valued.

We were both too breathless from the intense heat wave to keep it up. When Ace pulled back, gasping to catch his breath, I was disappointed. But I needed to catch my breath, too. My head was starting to spin, and my skin felt prickly and sensitive.

“I think—” I started to speak, but honestly, I couldn’t actually think at all.

“Ssh,” Ace silenced me with a soft hush, pressing his fingertip to my lips. “We’re both exhausted after that. Let’s sleep the aftershocks off, and then we’ll think.”

I grinned, my eyes drooping shut. Yeah, Ace understood. He knew how I felt. He was probably feeling something similar. We’d pushed the boundaries of what casual, anonymous sex could be, and we would need a nap to gather our brain cells again before we could go on.

As soon as Ace’s knot went down and he pulled out, he flipped me in his arms so he could spoon me from behind. I didn’t usually spoon with my fantasy partners either, unless we were knotted, but I didn’t mind at all. As I drifted off to sleep, already looking forward to my next wave, my final thoughts were that this was different, Ace was different.

Some time later,I snapped awake from what had been unusually deep slumber for the time between two heat waves, an overwhelming feeling of wrongness pressing down on me. Ace still spooned me, and his snoring told me he was still asleep.

I glanced around at the kinky bedroom, trying desperately to figure out why I had this instinct like I was in danger. I mean, the room looked dangerous, what with the kink bed, the magneticcuffs sitting on a bureau within my sight, and things like silk rope and bondage tape just lying out. I realized for the first time how cold and menacing the colors in the room were, too, all machine grey and sterile white.

Morning had broken. More than broken. By the intensity of the light outside, it might have been almost noon. That wasn’t what disturbed me either, though. My heart raced, and my brain scrambled to find the threat.

Then Ace moved, sucking in a breath and shifting his huge, warm, alpha body…and I knew what it was.

I scrambled away from him, flipping to face him and gathering up sheets to hug tight, putting as much of a barrier between the two of us as I could. In the night, Ace had been my captor and my lover, my tormentor and my savior. He had been my world, and my heat-soaked body had craved him like my next breath.

Now, he was the stranger who had helped me through a vulnerable time.

A vulnerable time that was now over.

Ace opened his eyes with a lazy smile. “You ready to go again?” he mumbled, voice still thick with slumber.

When he reached for me, I gasped, flinched, and jerked back.

Ace’s hungry smile vanished. He opened his eyes all the way, suddenly fully awake.

Our eyes met. I felt exposed and guilty and surprisingly sad. It was like I owed something to this pretty amazing alpha in the rumpled and stained bed with me. My heart throbbed for him, but I didn’t want him touching me.

“Oh,” Ace said, sounding disappointed.

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