“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 perfect relief.
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.