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I don’t move.
“You feel that?” I growl, voice raw. “That’sme. Not one of your soft little alphas. Not one of the ones who let you set the pace and moan their names.”
I pull back slow. Almost all the way out.
Then slam forward so hard the impact makes her cry out.
Her head snaps around. She meets my eyes over her shoulder - amber wild, pupils blown wide - and that perfect mouth of hers curls.
“Took you long enough.”
Fuckinghell.
“You’ll be regretting that tone in three seconds,” I mutter.
“Try me,” she hisses, digging her nails into the wall.
Challenge. Pride. Fire.
God, she wasmadefor me.
I yank my hips back and slam into her again; harder, deeper, even more brutal. She sobs, her cunt clenching down so viciously I almost see stars. My whole body locks to keep from coming right then and there.
“Fuckingfinally,” she sobs, pushing back into me, desperate for more. “Harder, Lucian - fuck, don’t youdarehold back -”
I slam into her again, bottoming out, drowning in the feel of her heat, her slick, her body accepting me after all this time.
I brace one hand against the small of her back, the other tangled in her hair, and when she tries to wiggle her hips, to taunt me, I snap.
“Staystill,” I order, grinding my cock deep, locking her against the wall.
“Or what?” she whispers, ragged and wicked.
I lean in, my mouth hot at her ear.“I’ll knot you so deep you’ll feel it in your fuckingteeth.You want harder?” I growl. “You think you can take more?”
She bucks back again, those amber eyes still locked on mine from over her shoulder.
“I know I can.”
Andfuck me- I actually believe her.
I start to fuck her in earnest - hard, savage strokes, punishing and perfect. The sound of skin slapping roughly against skin fills the room as her body jerks with every thrust. Slick gushes down her thighs, between us, onto the floor, and I hold her hips tight, slamming forward with bone-rattling force.
Because this isn’t just sex - this iseverythingwe’ve held back. Every look, every snap, every breathlessalmost.
“You want it that bad, Alpha?” she gasps, breathless but defiant. “Then take it.”
My thrusts grow savage - hips snapping forward with violent, punishing rhythm. Each one an answer, a brand.
“You think I won’t?” I growl against her ear. “You think I haven’t dreamed of this? Pictured you spread out like this, moaning like a perfect little bitch in heat?”
She jolts with every movement. Her legs tremble, body slamming into the wall with each brutal thrust, but she stays upright - head high, eyes sharp.
“I knew you were mean,” she bites out, “but I didn’t know you’d be this fucking good.”
“You don’t even know whatgoodis yet.” I slam into her again. “You’ll know when you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Don’t make promises you can't keep, Vale,” she gasps out.
