Page 39 of Dark Revolution

The chemical smell is gone. Where the pillows and blankets smelled wrong, they suddenly smelled right, as if they were missing something, and now it’s there. Confused, I burrow deeper, ignoring the cold liquid as it smears against my cheeks and hair. How do they smell right? I want nothing more than to just swim in his scent, bury myself until all I know is the softness of these linens and the scent of him on my body.

Jaxxon allows me to wallow in the soft cocoon for a moment before hauling me back and bringing me into the bathroom. He sticks his hand under the running shower and turns to me, dark intent glinting in his eyes. “Strip.”

Up until now, my clothes have been the only thing offering me a modicum of protection. Reaching up, I clutch at the shirt, wordlessly pleading with him. He doesn’t waver. “Strip, or I will strip you. This will happen one way or another. For once, please don’t fight me. Be a good girl for me.”

The earnestness in his tone is my undoing. Slowly, I ease the shirt over my head, holding it to much chest as long as I dare. Next are the pants. I fumble at the belt, hands trembling under the scrutiny of his gaze. I just want to go back to the mass of blankets and pillows. Not here. Not now. Not where everything is terrifying. With the belt gone, the pants practically fall to the floor without any help.

Jaxxon’s touch as he slides his hands around my waist is electric. A current arcs between us, pulling me even closer. Smiling, he guides me into the hot spray, and I moan as the jets pummel my skin. How long has it been since I’ve had a decent shower? Jaxxon’s hands are everywhere, skimming over every available surface.

My chest feels tight and heavy as his fingers brush along the underside of my breasts, turning my nipples into hard points. Gasping, I pull away from the foreign sensation. It’s too much. It’s too overwhelming, but then his purr is there, coaxing me closer. Dropping down, his mouth brushes the skin where my neck meets my shoulder, and I become boneless in his arms.

His hands settle onto my hips and knead the flesh there, drawing out pained groans and grunts. He seems to know where my tension is and makes it his job to root out every knot and dig his fingers in. Soon, his mouth follows his hands, his lips touching every bruise, every puncture mark.

Tears prick my eyes as he snakes out his tongue to lave at each wound, as if by his will alone, they’ll heal. From my arms down to my legs, he touches on every spot, growling as he tends to me. Anger pours off of him, but this time, I know it’s for me and not because of me. When his hands slide up my inner thighs, I separate them, expecting him to kiss the marks there.

Instead, he pushes me against the wall, the cold tile in sharp contrast to his hot skin, and wedges his shoulders in between. My breath catches, and my stomach flips as he stands, sliding me up until the only thing keeping me from plummeting down is my legs draped over his back. For a moment or two, he nuzzles my inner thigh, and my insides clench.

He’s far too close, and yet I so desperately want to see what he’ll do. Will it hurt like when Caulder and the High Echelon Alpha handled me? Or will he be gentle? Closing my eyes, I tense, preparing my body for his penetration. Pleasure surges through my body as his thumb parts my lower lips and his tongue slides along my inner folds.

Finding that spot that Caulder brushed against in the transport, Jaxxon makes it his mission to torment it in every way he possibly can. Groaning, I throw my head back as my hands fly to his hair, gripping the thick strands in a death grip. Over and over, he licks me, sending mind-numbing pleasure flowing through my body.

Why was I never told of this spot? Everything clenches as he replaces his tongue with his lips and sucks hard. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and I buck against him, riding through a torrent of sensation. Deep inside, part of me starts to clench and release in a rhythmic pulse. I feel so empty, so in need.

Whimpering, I pull Jaxxon closer. He should know what it is I need, right? Pulling back, he growls at me, but this time, it’s different. Instead of sending me into fear, pleasure spirals through me until I want nothing more than to have him soothe this maddening ache inside me. “Please. Please, my Lord Alpha.”

Wordless babbling drips from my lips as he pulls me to the shower floor and hovers over me, his broad shoulders shielding me from the spray. “Tell me what you need, my little omega.”

“I - I don’t -.” I stare up at him, knowing I can’t tell him. How can I say what I don’t even know?

“Don’t worry, sweetling, I know what you need.” Pulling back, the water cascades down on my chest, dropping down onto my swollen nipples for just a moment before he’s back down on me, his tongue snaking out to lick the tip of one taut peak as his fingers pinch the other.

A hoarse scream flies from my throat as he sucks on it, much like what he did lower. His fingers slide back down and rub across that area once more, and spots swim before my eyes. Soon, his finger is inside me, much like the other two Alphas, but this time, instead of hurting, my body draws him in, as if it knows he’s supposed to be there, touching me where the others were not supposed to.

He reaches the barrier and groans as his fingers push against it. The pressure is uncomfortable but does nothing to dull the pleasure of his mouth. Jaxxon pulls away and returns to his spot in between my thighs, leaving my upper body exposed to the hot water raining down upon us. The varying sensations send my mind into a tailspin.

His mouth returns to that blessed spot as his finger works inside me. After a few pushes, I feel him slide in a bit deeper, far deeper than the other two. He pulls back and returns with two fingers, and the pain slams into me, stealing my breath. Lifting his head, his pale eyes turn into shards of ice as he stares at me for a moment, as if contemplating his options. Sadness laces his expression as he pulls the fingers out.

I feel so very bereft, but soon he’s back to licking and sucking until I can no longer see straight. The water from the shower feels like a caress, like another tongue lapping at my skin. It’s all too much. Unknown sensations flood my body as I thrash about, unsure if I want to push Jaxxon away or draw him even closer.

Like a coil inside me, everything winds down, tightening, until I feel like I’m about to explode out of my skin. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, bathing me in a warm glow. I’m vaguely aware of a shrill, screaming sound, but I’m too overcome to pay it any attention. Instead, I grind my hips against Jaxxon’s mouth, riding out the waves threatening to overtake me.

Shudders rack my body as he pulls away and covers me with his heat. He’s so solid and warm above me, and for the first time since my parents died, a peace settles over my body. Jaxxon gathers me into his arms and holds me as the water pelts us from above. His purr is back, and my eyes flutter closed as I bury my face in his chest.