Page 5 of Knot So Fast
But I know these last few seconds are everything.
All the time I have left to say what needs to be said.
"Ambush," I whisper, because he needs to know this wasn't an accident.
This was planned.
Calculated.
Someone wanted me gone.
Just as I'm seconds from hitting the dark plague of water below, traveling at a speed that will turn impact into obliteration, my final words spill out:
"God, I hate you... and love?—"
The water rises up to meet me, black and final as death itself.
I never finish.
DESTINED FOR CATASTROPHE
~AUREN~
"That's it, Auren, choke me like you fucking mean it."
I groan, knowing damn well this fucker is absolutely insane because he says stupid shit like this when he could toss me off him in a second if he wanted to. His hands are barely restrained beneath my grip, and we both know it.
But he loves this dominance shit and is yet to admit he's a fucking bottom in our chaotic, unbalanced relationship that defies every logical explanation.
"Shut the fuck up," I hiss, but even as the words leave my lips, I'm slamming my mouth against his, kissing him with the kind of desperation that should embarrass me but only makes me hungrier for more.
Our kisses are merciless—all teeth and tongue and the taste of adrenaline mixed with the lingering burn of the energy drinks we've been chugging since the simulator session ended three hours ago.
When we fuck, it's always like this.
Fast. Electric.
Always on some sort of invisible timeline that's driving us both insane, like we're racing against something neither of us wants to name.
It's maddening to realize that the Alpha I'm playing these dominance games with is so far down the love rabbit hole that he can barely see daylight, and I'm on a crash course to join him because I'm just as madly in love with this fucker. But neither of us is going to admit it. Not when admitting it means facing the fact that this thing between us is bigger than sex, bigger than competition, bigger than the careful walls we've built around our hearts.
His scent surrounds me—pine and motor oil and something distinctlyhimthat makes my Omega purr even as my rational brain screams warnings. The combination should be nauseating, but instead it's intoxicating, wrapping around me like invisible chains that I have no desire to break.
"You keep making those little sounds," I breathe against his mouth, feeling his cock twitch beneath me where I'm straddling his hips, "and I swear I'll make you release that load you're so desperately trying to tame."
He gives me that cocky grin—the one that makes me want to either kiss him senseless or punch him in his perfect face. Maybe both. Definitely both. His eyes are dark with lust and challenge, pupils blown wide as he leans up to capture my lips again, biting my bottom lip hard enough that I flinch and pull back.
The metallic taste of blood hits my tongue, and when I touch the corner of my mouth, my fingers come away red. He grins with unmistakable pride, as if that hint of pain only turns him on even more.
Psychopath.
"What if that's what I crave, sweet sugar?" His voice is rough, gravelly with arousal and that slight accent that only comesout when he's either furious or about to come. Right now, I'm betting on both.
"I'm closer to spice that will burn your fucking cock off than sweet like sugar," I huff, using my grip on his wrists to pin him down more firmly before I release one hand to grab his hardened cock. It's thick and hot in my palm, already leaking precum that makes my mouth water despite my determination to maintain some semblance of control.
I don't wait for his smart-ass response—can't wait, because if I give him time to speak, he'll say something that will either piss me off or make me melt, and right now I need action more than words. I slide onto his cock in one smooth motion, my overflowing slick making it so fucking easy, so perfectly good, to be filled by his thick shaft.
The stretch is exquisite torture—that perfect burn that walks the line between pleasure and pain. My body molds around him like it was designed for this, for him, and that thought should terrify me but instead makes me clench around him harder.
