He’s my goddamn scent match, my bonded alpha, and even that wasn’t enough to stop those things from happening, why would now be any different?
“I have thought about you every fucking day for the last twenty months,maly.” Dimitri buries his nose in my hair, catching me off guard with how he veered away from the direction we’ve been going by inhaling my scent like it’s oxygen. “Every single day. I never meant to hurt you.”
“No, you just meant to kill me.” My eyes flutter closed as he rubs his face against my neck, scenting me the same way he did the night we bonded.
I hate this.
I hate how badly I still want him, how much I still love him even after everything that happened between us.
“It’s not that simple.” He nips at my neck as his hand slides around to my throat, tilting my head to the side to gain more access. “Not at all.”
“Then fucking explain it to me,” I almost moan, my hand lifting on its own to bury my fingers in his hair. “Tell me, Dimitri. Make me understand.”
He flattens himself against me, his front pressed to my back, his lips ghosting over my cheek. “I can’t.”
A jolt of pain radiates through my chest, nearly piercing my heart as his empty words cut like a knife.
Bond or not, history or not, he still isn’t going to tell me what happened, even if it could help both of us move on.
Dimitri Volkov doesn’t actually give a shit about me, and I doubt he ever did.
And that’s exactly why I shove my ass against his crotch, the closeness of my alpha after so much time apart causing us both to physically react, then I stoop to his level and try to hurt him the same way he’s hurting me.
“I wear the contacts and mask, go by a different name, I do all of it formy mate.”
He freezes, all movement stopping as he holds his breath, and his stare finds mine in the mirror. “What did you just say?”
I nod, grinning at him like an asshole. “My mate, Volkov. She’s here, and she’s why I’mhiding in plain sight.I love her, and I’d do anything for her.”
Well, that fucking did it.
Dimitri shoves my face against the glass with a muffled roar, his free hand flying to the front of my jeans where he unbuttons and unzips so fucking fast it makes my head spin. I try to get him off of me, my hips pushing back against him, but my naked ass presses against his equally naked cock instead and I am done for.
My body reacts on instinct, perfuming so goddamn hard, slicking immediately, my dick like granite and throbbing as I whine.
“I’myour mate,” Dimitri growls as his hand starts squeezing my throat. “Me. I’m your fucking mate.”
I shake my head despite the way I’m presenting to him like a needy little bitch, widening my stance and shoving my ass against his erection. “Go to hell.”
I hiss as he slams into me, my face sliding up the mirror as my chest flattens against it. My eyes snap to his as he pushes inside me all the way to his knot, bottoming out in one brutal thrust before I feel his fingers close around my cock.
“You’re mine, Niko.” Dimitri slams into me again and again, creating a rhythm so primal I’m forced up on the toes of my boots while he chants the word I used to long for him to say. “Mine.”
I start to moan as he fucks me, my alpha claiming me all over again and despite the way it has my body singing, the way it has the bonded omega in me practically weeping with joy, it pisses me off, too.
“Not anymore,” I grunt as I push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, fucking myself on his cock as hard as he’s pounding into me. “I don’t belong to you anymore.”
Dimitri growls, the sound feral and unhinged as he sinks his teeth into the side of my neck, sending me right over the fucking edge with a whimper as my orgasm races down my spine. His jaw locks as he buries his knot in my ass, swelling inside of me and I keep fucking myself on his cock in spite of it. The first rope of my cum shoots from my body as Dimitri squeezes my throat, pumping my dick to match my pace, his grip bordering on painful with each stroke of his palm.
I cry out as I completely explode, coming all over myself and the wall in front of me as soon as I feel my alpha come, filling me so full of his cum it instantly starts spilling from my ass. We climax together, orgasming hard in a never-ending wave of pain-tinged bliss but as quickly as it happened, as fast as Dimitri acted on instinct and reclaimed what he still feels belongs to him, it all comes crashing down around us.
He pulls out and immediately lets go of me, putting a significant amount of space between us while I hear him pull up his jeans. He’s silent as he watches me do the same, both of us righting our clothes even though we’re covered in cum, not looking at each other or saying anything at all.
My heart breaks as I chance a look at him in the mirror, Dimitri shaking his head as he looks down at my mask on the floor before his eyes meet mine briefly, the same pain I feel reflected in that ocean blue gaze.
But instead of saying anything, of doing anything to turn this moment around, to redeem himself in some way, he just stares at me a little longer before he spins on his heel, quickly moving to unlock the door then slip out of the bathroom as my anxiety resurfaces so fast it makes me sick.
I drop to my knees as the first tears roll down my cheek and as I cradle my face in my hands, my pack rushes to the forefront of my mind; Liv’s beautiful face, Rune’s aura of protection, and that has me sobbing.
