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I grind harder, faster, rhythm gone, sanity optional.
I’m moaning now, too. It's loud and filthy, and I can’t stop.
“Lucian -”
I gasp his name like it’s a spell.
God, I want him to see me like this. To hear me cry for it, to see how soaked I am, how empty, howready.
How much of a mess I am without him.
“Fuck - Lucian,please-”
I want themallto hear me. I want one of those alphas to open the damn door and find me like this, ruined and riding a pillow like it’s my last hope -
And then it breaks me.
My hips snap down, legs flying wide, body trembling. The orgasm crashes into me like a truck full of bad decisions and blackout sex dreams. I scream as I grind into the pillow so hard I feel the stuffing shift.
It's loud. Guttural.
Entirely unladylike.
My cunt pulses and clenches around nothing. The pillow is absolutely ruined by my slick - drenched through entirely, an innocent casualty in the war of my heat.
I keep grinding through the aftershocks, chasing every last twitch of pleasure like I can bottle it and chug it later.
I collapse, sweaty and panting, hair stuck to my face, heart pounding like I just won the weirdest Olympic event in history.
And the pillow?
I yeet it across the room.
It lands with a dampslapagainst the far wall.
I don't so much as glance up as I lie there in the aftermath, my entire body still twitching.
That wasn’t just a release - that was an exorcism.
My body is wrecked, my soul is confused, and my thighs are probably going to need therapy.
But it wasmine.
Idid that.Me.
Solo. On a pillow. In a panic room.
…and I don’t know what that says about me.
But I do know this:
If they thought locking me up would stop me from coming undone, theyseriouslyunderestimated what one omega, four mentally present alphas, and one emotionally available home décor item could accomplish.
Chapter Fifteen
Lucian
The moment it happens, I feel it.
