“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He tugs off my undershirt. The wet material is soaked in sweat and tears, peeling off of me like a second skin. Then he removes my underwear.
The second I’m bare, I scramble into the alpha’s arms, desperate and trembling. My body doesn’t even feel like mine anymore. It’s pure fire, threatening to burn forever.
“Alpha,” I beg, fumbling as I reach for his cock. “Now!”
Rhett pulls me in, and my nostrils flare as I drag in his scent. Rich, sweet, delicious hazelnut fills me. “Hold on,” he commands, then he rolls us so he’s on top of me, crushing me to his chest.
A spasm squeezes my core and my pussy gapes, then pulses. More slick. More heat. More pain.
“I know, baby,” Rhett whispers against my temple as he forces my legs wider. “I’ve got you now.” Then his cock brushes against my wet slit, and I hold my breath.
Inch by beautiful inch, he pushes into me, stretching my pussy around his impossible girth. I make a rough sound as he buries himself deep, then quickly pulls back and thrusts again. Then again.
A shudder tears through me, and for the first time in days, I canbreathe.
The cramping unwinds like a pulled thread, unraveling in slow waves. I moan, low and broken, and press my forehead to his chest. I nuzzle him, coating my face in his addictive aroma. Rhett doesn’t speak. He just keeps thrusting, making our bodies slap together with lewd wet sounds.
My vision blurs. My eyes roll back. The pain doesn'tvanish, but it softens. Eases. My whole body starts to melt under his weight and heat, and I cling to him as he drives me toward my first satisfying orgasm.
My walls flutter, and my thighs tense.
“Such a good girl,” Rhett whispers, and his lips brush the curve of my neck. It’s barely a whisper of contact—but the moment it happens, the worldtilts.
I need to be mated.
It’s fucking painful not to be.
It hurts more than anything I’ve ever known, because it’s written into every piece of me. My instincts scream for it. My heartbegsfor it.I need what Charlie has.
Fuck, I hate the jealousy and the fear of not belonging. And I can’t tell anymore if it’s the heat or the trauma or just the way I’m built, but I know—I know—that if I’m not mated right now, I’ll die.
“Please,” I lay back, and lift my chin, baring my neck to him. “Please.”
“What do you need, omega?” He nips at me, his sharp teeth scraping over that sensitive spot beneath my ear.
“Bite me,” I beg, then gasp when his cock hits that glorious spot deep inside me. “Bite me.” I moan as my core begins to tighten.
Rhett lifts his head. His eyes are blown out, wild and feral, his hips still battering into my body. “Are you sure?”
His steady question fills me with unimaginable rage. I grip the roots of his short hair hard, then push his face back into my neck. “Bite me!” I demand, wrapping my legs around his hips, and holding him to me. “Bite me!”
A sharp, blinding pain in my neck makes me gasp, then scream.
Rhett’s teeth rip deeper, his jaw clamping tighter to keep me pinned beneath him. I’m clawing and hitting,trying desperately to escape the horrific pain in my neck and my pussy. His cock feels huge, bashing against my delicate tissue, then it forces its way into me, popping into place, and everything goes white.
I can’t see.
I can’t breathe.
This is so much worse than I imagined.
I’m still screaming when Rhett works his teeth in deeper, sucking at my blood as he searches for my scent gland. Then I feel it. There’s a faint snap just beneath my skin as his canines find their mark.
And all at once, my body goes numb and my arms fall limp at my sides.
I’m mated.
“My…Myrick.” My words sound slurred. I need my beta. I need his comfort. “My..”
