Not giving her time to work up the courage to complain, Kahler launched his attack. Soft hands and frothy bubbles assailed her. Delicate and floral, the soap he provided for her was kneaded into her skin, hands gliding over her.
Every inch of her body was scrubbed with a care even she had never shown. Fingers sought out and teased the places that made her gasp. Made her sigh. Made her moan. Kneeling, he spread her wide with a foot perched on his knee. Palms sliding up the length of her leg, he leaned in to slip his tongue between swollen lips. Finding her already slick, his low groan reverberated against sensitive flesh. That evil tongue flicked over her clit once, twice, before he sucked it hard between his teeth.
Quinn struggled to hold on to the tiny kernel of devastated horror that had knocked around her skull all night. The name echoed through her thoughts, slamming her into a confusion of reality as Kahler lifted her high and pressed her into the cool tiles.
Grace. It repeated over and over, sizzling and crackling with a fire Quinn didn’t understand.
“Wait, no,” Quinn whined, meaning nothing of the sort. Her hips were already angling to take him, heels pulling him in as Kahler notched against her slick opening.
“Shh, gently,” Kahler said in a rough whisper against her temple. Working into her with slow momentum, spreading her around his girth in a delirious crawl.
He had called for someone else to come to his bed. She had to remember that, had to remember that dreamy smile and serene expression that had never once been directed at her.
Grace.
Was her scent among one of the plenty staining the bed she now nested on? Was she an Omega? A Beta, free to come and go as she pleased?
Kahler groaned, distracting her from the inner turmoil long enough to get caught up in the thick musk and spice of him. The feel of his cock opening her up, and the way her pussy was eager to accept it, as if it belonged there. A shudder rippled down her back, pussy clenching over him in reflex.
Hot and wet, the crack of skin meeting was loud in the stall as he slapped the outside of her thigh. Quinn gave a muffled shriek, startled eyes staring up at him. Muscles locked tight around his shaft as the sensation snapped up her spine, forcing Kahler to a jerking halt in his lazy penetration.
“Always so stubborn and greedy.” He was panting, the deep green of his eyes hazy with pleasure. He was already close. His cock throbbed inside of her, just as eager as he claimed her to be. “You want it rough, hm? You want all this hard Alpha cock inside that wet little pussy?”
She had to remember he didn’t give a damn about her. She was a possession—a tight, wet hole that was his to use at his leisure.
“Then take it,” Kahler said through clenched teeth, slamming Quinn into the tiles as he snapped his hips forward.
Throwing her head back into the wall as he drove into the hilt, her breathless cry shuddered over parted lips. Eyes shut, head lolling, she writhed. Grinding the head of his cock against the end of her, forcing the dull ache that she so liked, she let her moans sweep up into the misty air.
“Ah, sweetness, yes,” he groaned against the curls plastered to her crown. His hands slipped down soap slick skin to cup her ass, pulling her away from the wall. Fingers teased along the cleft, a soapy digit playing over the puckered ring as he helped her put force into the rolling rhythm of her hips.
Hands fumbling over his shoulders, she was uncertain if her moan was an appeal for him to stop or a plea for more. As he bounced her on his cock, using her weight to strike deep, Quinn was lost in the strange wash of sensation. Good, bad, it all melded together. Tension coiled up her spine and down her legs, threads of pleasure drawing muscles tight.
The tip of his finger breaching that untouched place ushered forth a senseless babbling of sounds. Nails raked across his flesh. Heels pummeled against his thighs. The sound she made as the digit pressed deeper was a squealing shriek wrapped in a lewd groan. With her toes beginning to curl in the wretched climb to the precipice and all it promised, her pussy tightened over the thick cock that still drove into her with a maddening rhythm.
“One day soon, I’m going to take this as mine,” he said in a growl so deep Quinn swore she felt it more than heard it. His finger slipped back before he pushed even more of its thick length inside of her. “We’ll see how greedy you are then, won’t we? Because like it or not, you will take it. You’ll take all of me and you’ll sing for me.”
Quinn’s eyes screwed shut, teeth bared in a grimace of debauched pleasure. She whined low in her throat, knowing the truth of it. His finger went deeper still, filling her so every breath was a strain. Whether from his words or actions, she felt her face warm, an unbelievable fresh wave of slick bathing his pelvis as they connected again and again. How it was even possible to become so wet, she didn’t know or care, as the thick lubricant was worked to a frothy perfection between them.
Ignoring the continued murmurs against her ear, she concentrated only on the dark depth of his tone. On the next forced plunge downwards, she sought to take some control. It was all too much, and she needed that final explosion of oblivion to soothe raw senses. Hips rocking, she worked the Alpha’s cock into her drenched pussy, grinding the swollen nub of her clit against the slick planes of his stomach. It forced his finger deeper, almost to the palm, and made her feel every stretching inch of him in both of her holes.
“Ah, sweetness, yes… Fuck!”
Eyes snapping open, she looked at the male through a confused haze of pleasure. Face flushed, jaw clenched, he was on the edge. He never lost his control. Even in the moment of orgasm, he only voiced roars of victory. This was different.
Renewed by the idea she had done this to him, Quinn pushed straining muscles into action. She rode him as hard as the position allowed, offering a shattered purr when his grip aided her movements. Undulating, rising and falling, her thighs shook with the effort to maintain the fierce pace that had the Alpha panting at her ear.
In this moment at least, she wielded all of the power as she pushed him closer to the edge. His finger speared into her ass again and again, the burning friction accompanied by the known bliss of his cock slamming home with every slick drop. Jangled nerves and disoriented senses refused release in any direction, keeping her static in a wet mess of confusion and pleasure.
“Yes…. Yes, just like that. Just there,” Kahler managed through grunted breaths, face transformed with bared teeth and a scowl that had nothing to do with anger. The base of his shaft swelled, his release building fast. His finger slipped free of her tight entrance, grip adjusting to her hips. He pushed Quinn flat to the wall, slamming his hips against hers hard enough to bruise.
“Give it to me,” Quinn whispered on a shaky breath, urging the Alpha on.
“Going to fill you up so good, sweetness,” he groaned against her temple.
“Yes,” Quinn hissed, nails raking down his back.
“Fuck, yes! Take it, take all of me,” Kahler shouted, slamming home one last time. The knot expanded, locking them together. It grew and grew, larger than it had ever been before, until Quinn whined in real pain. Without her orgasm to squeeze the swollen girth and accommodate its size, it wedged hard and painful inside of her.
