Page 112 of The Onyx Covenant

“Your sweet, tight pussy is mine,” he growls, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangles in my hair. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I manage, my voice breaking as he hits a spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Fuck, Theron…”

His pace increases, thrusting faster, driving me to lose control. I cling to him, my back scraping against the wall, the slight pain only enhancing the pleasure building in my core. His mouth finds my neck again, biting and sucking as if he can’t get enough of my taste.

“Fuck, you smell and taste so addictive.” His words are a dark vow against my skin. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”

The possessive declaration shouldn’t send another wave of heat through me, but it does. There’s something raw and right about being claimed so completely by him, about knowing he’d tear the world apart to keep me safe.

“No one would dare,” I gasp, my head falling back against the wall as arousal coils tighter in my belly. “Everyone knows I’m yours.”

He shifts his angle slightly, and suddenly, the pressure intensifies, threatening to shatter me completely.

“Come for me,” he demands, his voice strained with his own approaching release. “Let me feel you come all over my cock, squeezing me.”

His fingers slide down between us, adding pressure on my clit where I need it most, and I’m lost. The world fragments around me, pleasure crashing through my body in waves so intense that I cry out his name, my voice echoing off the stone walls. My pussy clenches around him, pulling him deeper, and I feel rather than hear his answering groan as he follows me over the edge.

At the height of my crescendo, my hand slams back against the wall, searching for something, anything, to anchor me as sensation threatens to sweep me away completely. My palm connects with a section of stone that gives slightly under the pressure, different from the rest. There’s a soft clicking sound, barely audible over our ragged breathing, then the wall behind me begins to move.

Theron reacts instantly, his arms wrapping securely around me as he stumbles backward, pulling us both away from the opening panel. We stagger, still intimately connected, as a section of the wall swings silently inward to reveal a darkened passage beyond.

For a moment, we simply stare at the opening in stunned silence, him still buried deep inside me. Then I start to laugh, the sound bubbling up from my chest uncontrollably.

“Of course,” I gasp between fits of giggles. “Of fucking course that’s how we find a secret compartment.”

Theron’s expression shifts from confusion to amusement, and soon he’s laughing, too, the sound deep and rich against my neck. “Well, that’s certainly a new method of exploration.”

I can’t help but join him, the absurdity of the moment too perfect. “Only we would literally stumble upon a secret door while fucking.”

With reluctance, we disentangle ourselves, our bodies separating, though my skin still hums from his touch. Theron disappears briefly, returning with a damp cloth. He kneels before me, and it makes my heart clench. With surprising gentleness, he tends to me, wiping me clean with careful strokes.

“You don’t have to do this,” I tell him, suddenly self-conscious under his intent stare.

His gaze lifts to mine, one eyebrow raised. “I want to.” His hand stills momentarily. “Unless you’d prefer I didn’t?”

“No, it’s just—” I struggle to find the words. “Most Alphas wouldn’t consider this their responsibility.”

A small smile plays at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not most Alphas. And you’re not most Omegas.”

His brow furrows in concentration, as if this simple act of care requires the same focus he brings to battle strategy.

“Too much?” he asks softly.

I shake my head, strangely moved by his consideration. “Perfect.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, casual and affectionate. “I should hope I know what you can handle by now.”

“Arrogant,” I accuse without heat.

“Accurate,” he counters.

Once done, he cleans himself efficiently and quickly. There’s something profoundly moving about this fierce, dangerous man being so attentive, so gentle in these private moments.

After we hastily rearrange our clothing, Theron moves first into the hidden compartment, and a soft blue glow automatically illuminates a narrow corridor beyond the hidden door.

“Shall we?” he asks.

I approach cautiously, running my fingers along the edge of the opening. The mechanism is completely invisible—no handle, no obvious latch, nothing to indicate that a door exists at all.

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