Page 51 of Seducing Selena

He growled again, melting the last flimsy veil of resistance. Seb’s knees pushed my legs wider, allowing him to fuck every thick, hard inch of him into my cunt with each thrust. His hips slammed into mine, and I truly, totally surrendered.

“You were made for us, little mate,” he said. “And we are who we are. I’m always going to be the man who likes to spank your swollen cunt while you’re tied up and helpless. Who wants to watch you lick up his cum like it’s desert and see it shine on your lips, and watch my brothers fuck you while you’re unconscious so your body gets pleasure even if your mind doesn’t.”

I moaned into the blankets. Everything he painted in my mind added to the pleasure he forced into my body. Because I already knew what it felt like, I couldn’t even breathe because I was reliving it all.

“And you love it,” he said. “The deepest part of your mind accepts that you need this. To be dominated in ways that aren’t acceptable and aren’t accepted by everyone else. That you feel fucking safe kneeling at our feet, knowing we’ll protect you fromanything. And you hate that you love it, but you do.”

Fuck.

A bubble of bliss popped open in my chest, the tiniest of orgasms making way for a larger one. Sebastian’s body moved, and his skin brushed mine. The heated sensitivity of where he punished me made everything feelmoreandbiggerand fuck me he was going to send me into oblivion.

“You think you can’t want this because of who you are. But there’s a difference between wanting something and needing it, Omega. You need to be owned, and we need to own you. Because someone else making those decisions for you is what you’ve always wanted.”

I shook my head. That was impossible. He wasn’t wrong that I liked pieces of it—I’d fantasized about some of these things for years. But the rest? Being owned? He was wrong. No one could choose that. Right? You didn’t just decide to hand over the entire control of your life to someone else forever. It wasn’t a thing.

“Resist it all you want,” he growled the words in my ear. “But you’ll figure out the truth. I think you’re terrified of the truth of how deeply you need it, princess. Because I could tell you that the three of us were never going to let you come again in your life. That this fuck here would be the last orgasm you’d ever have, and they would back me up. We could decide that for you, and you would fight us, but in a place you can’t even sense you crave that level of control. And the fact that I’m the one that can give or take away that pleasure is the thing that makes you come.”

A fucking supernova burned across my vision. A meteor so bright everything in my body locked up, arched, rigid, helpless to the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

It was a living thing inside me, writhing and bucking, carrying pleasure to every fractured corner and every last cell. I screamed, voice ragged, the pleasure going on for what seemed like forever until it finally let me go. It dropped me, limp and spent while my Alpha continued to fuck me in the aftershocks.

“See?” He kissed my neck, biting hard enough to bruise, and came. Heat filled me, spilling around the size of him, his knot swelling and locking us together.

Without releasing my hands, he moved us, rolling to the side and curling around me so I was the little spoon and he surrounded me entirely. I was so tired, and he was too, the brush of his lips still warming my shoulder. “You’re mine, little slave,” he whispered. “And we both know it.”

Sleep pulled me down. I fought it, but the tide was too strong. There were so many questions, but how did I ask them when I was desperately afraid he was right?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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SELENA

Sebastian was asleep. His arm flung over my hip, the blankets scrunched around our waists. But more importantly, I wasn’t chained. Because of the rut, and passing out so quickly, he forgot. And at this point they trusted me.

We weren’t knotted together anymore. Frankly, it was incredible I was awake, but at the moment I was crystal clear. Like something from beyond myself tapped me on the shoulder and told me this was the moment I needed.

What I was about to do would ruin what little trust we had entirely, but Anna’s life was still on the line. As with so many things in my life since I was taken, I didn’t have a choice.

It was a long shot, going off the conversation from the dining room, but it was the only shot I had. I knew the shipment had come in, and I knew where it was. In the storage room by the kitchen. This was my chance to find out who was selling the hormones to them, or at least an address the syndicate could track down.

More importantly, it was the only chance I’d had this entire time. The days passed so quickly and equally here that I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I knew time was running out. It was now or never.

During my heat they woke in an instant. But the way Seb had unleashed himself tonight, he was exhausted. I moved with aching slowness, inching out from beneath his arm and slipping off the bed silently. One thing my training—especially with Seb—had taught me? How to be quiet.

I picked up his t-shirt he wore beneath his suit and slipped it on. He was so tall it fell around my thighs. I was already risking everything. I wasn’t foolish enough to go walking aroundCatenanaked.

Likewise, even though it was probably twenty floors, I couldn’t take the elevator. It would make sound. So I went to the hidden fire exit and slipped into the cold concrete stairs. They didn’t know I knew where this was, but I saw it when we passed through the living room and kitchen. And I knew enough about doors like these at the hospital to know it didn’t have an alarm.

If I was lucky, I could get the information, get it to the Syndicate through the phone, and get back to Seb’s bed before any of them knew I was gone.

Granted, I hadn’t been lucky in years, but I was still hoping for some kind of break. The stairs were chilly and drafty, and by the time I reached the floor I needed, the soles of my feet were scraped and aching from twenty floors of concrete steps.

The club was empty. I honestly wasn’t sure what time it was. The windows upstairs had been dark, so I guessed it was the early hours of the morning but still before dawn. All the staff had gone home. Not even the thumping bass came through the walls right now. It was good—I didn’t have the layout memorized yet. It took me a while to poke around to find the kitchen and the right door, which wasn’t locked. Why would it be? There was nothing in here but liquor and napkins, or so most people thought. And no one who wasn’t supposed to be in the club could even get this far.

Except for me.

The door swung open into the darkness, the room in front of me looking like a gaping maw ready to swallow me up.

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