Her skin is so cold everywhere she presses against him with her bucking, her hair smells like sour sweat and sex, and the slick clench of her muscles as he fills her sends lightning through his nerves. It’s sickening—and it’s fucking ecstasy.
“You’re okay. You’re okay.” He gasps the empty promise against her ear with every thrust, her desperate screams squeezing his gut as tightly as her pussy’s clasp on his cock.Shit,he hates how fucking good she feels.
His body has no ambivalence. It’s a mercifully short while before he senses the swelling at the bottom of his shaft.Thank fuck.
She feels it too, and her fighting turns downright feral. “Not that! Not that! No, no, no,no!”
“Shh,” he groans, tightening his grip around her until she feels like a part of his own body.“Fuck!I have to do this. It’s the only way.”
She lets out a whimper, caging her protests behind gritted teeth. And then he feels her hand against his arm bracing them on the bed. She grabs on so tight her knuckles turn white.
“Do it,”she says.
He doesn’t need her permission, but her hoarse whisper sends lightning up his spine nonetheless.
“Oh,fuck!”
His knot swells fast, stretching her wide, and her whimpering turns even more desperate—more pained.
He doesn’t think; reacting on instinct alone, he reaches for her clit with his oil-slick fingers. He falls down on top of her, keeping her pinned to the mattress as he slowly works his still-swelling knot through her protesting sheath.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Her cursing is high-pitched and panicked, but he feels her flutter around his cock every time he strokes her nub until—fuck!—her pussy snaps shut around the bottom of his knot like a damn elastic band, and all he sees are stars. Everything is hot, pulsing flesh—and utter euphoria.
Save her.
Her nape is clammy from their combined sweat, and rich with her pheromones. He sucks in greedy lungfuls and groans when his balls draw up tight, until,finally…!
He has never known release like this—never known anything could give him such complete and perfectrelief.
Without thought for the consequences, AX2 bites down on his tormentor’s neck, breaking her skin and reopening the fresh scar left by her first alpha.
A single word pounds in his brain, reverberating through his body and into the very helix of his DNA:
Mine.
*
Addie may have ordered AX2 to save her life, but every choice has a consequence.
The man she has spent three years torturing into compliance is her alpha now.
Death might have been a kinder fate for them both.