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I’ve got one last bit of fight in me, then it’s over. If I can convince him he’s him, maybe we can stop this, buy ourselves some time.
“You’re Luka!” I scream as he finally starts tearing at his own clothes. I beat my fists against his shoulders, his back, anywhere I can get purchase. “You’re Luka and you need to remember Gunnar and Oberon!”
He falters for a split second.
I take the opportunity to shove him away and to crawl across the floor, toward the door. They may have dosed me with a new form of eros, but I’ve been fighting this for months, for my whole life. I have the discipline, the strength to get free.
But Luka…Luka doesn’t.
I scream when he jumps on top of me again, his broad chest to my back, muscles flexing as he yanks up my hips. I know it’s going to happen, but I’m still not ready when I feel his cock at my dripping pussy, then when he sheathes himself inside me, knot and all.
It hurts so fucking bad.
I wasn’t ready.
I collapse to the floor but Luka doesn’t let me go, doesn’t let up, his hips snapping against mine in a punishing rhythm. He’s so deep that it rattles my skull, cheek shoved against the concrete floor, blood on my neck and tears on my face. I want to drown it all out, to close my eyes and let the eros take me away, but Luka grabs my hair and wrenches my head back to look through the door.
And I see them.
Lianna, Irving…my father.
Smiling.
I fix my eyes on them as I start to lose myself, but I remember each of their faces, take note of every detail.
I’m going to kill them.
Before all this is over, I’ll kill each and every one of them.
And then the eros takes over, and I unravel.
I’m not Aisling anymore; I’m just a body to be used, and the alpha is the thing using me. The rest of the world fades away, save for the alpha’s strong hands grasping my hip and yanking on my hair, save for his knot nestled in my slick, tight heat. My body rocks as he thrusts, and it hurts but it feels so good, so fucking good. I want him knotting me forever, to wake up and be fucked again, to get used and used and used.
I come harder than ever before, gushing arousal around his thick cock.
He rallies.
The alpha shoves my face down against the floor and moans along with me, the fingers of his free hand moving from my hip to my ass, squeezing. He shoves his thumb into my asshole, coated with my juices, and I forget what it was like to be a person.
What am I but his?
His pace increases, the darkness closing in. I’m addled with pleasure, screaming, the alpha snarls–
–fills me, jolts, fills me so full that it gushes out around his knot.
I’m gasping, my lips trying to form words. No dice–I don’t talk anymore, I’m not sure if I ever will again. The alpha slumps against my back, still knotted inside me, and grabs at my body like raw clay, takes me and makes me into something new.
His. I’m his, and whoever wants to take me.
I don’t need a name to know that.
Chapter twenty
Gunnar
I haven’t seen or spoken to Vance since that last dinner.
When he told me Aisling kissed him, that she was a whore.
