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His hand presses hard against the small of my back until I arch.
“Open for me,” he snarls.
Yeah, okay - just let me detach my spine real quick.
He thrusts back inside, and I moan so hard my soul leaves my body and files for unemployment. The bed creaks like it’s considering early retirement.
“I hate you,” I gasp.
Lie. Big fat sweaty lie.
He knows it. I know it. Thehouseknows it.
He bends over me, mouth at my ear. “No, youcraveme.”
The worst part? He’s right.
And he sounds smug about it.Typical.
We somehow end up on the floor. Naked. Sweaty. Covered in bruises and regret-adjacent euphoria.
He drags me onto his lap like I’m his new favorite possession, guides me down on his cock again like the world is ending and he’s determined to die inside me.
His fingers wrap around my throat - not choking, just… anchoring me.
A reminder he’s still the alpha and I’m still the omega who saidfuck offwith her whole chest and then still climbed him like a tree.
I drop my hands to his chest and rock my hipshard, dragging his cock deep inside me, over and over again, chasing that spot that makes me want to scream.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Lucian-”
His free hand clamps around my hip, guiding me down onto him, harder, rougher, hungrier.
“You want to ride me?” he growls.
I mean, not anymore, but I guess we’re committed now.
“Then do itright.”
So I do.
Knees shaking, thighs screaming, I bounce on his cock like I’m trying to win a rodeo I did not sign up for.
He falls back, his headthuddingagainst the floor.And when his eyes meet mine?
It’sdevastation.
Heat. Bond. Instinct.
Claim.
But also… somethingquieter.
No fury. No fire. Just a raw, aching tenderness that hurts worse than any knot, that I know he hates himself for.
And Ifeel it.
The bondsurges. It thrums like a drumbeat in my ribs - every thrust sending shockwaves through it, every moan from his lips tied to the core of me.
