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Then, he reaches for the second vial waiting on the nightstand.

This one is identical to the first, clear liquid, small as a shot of cough syrup. A second dose, a second Mark, and one more step toward never being able to go back.

Hand shaking, I accept the Inductis and uncap it.

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The second dose burns hotter going down than the first, my throat constricting in automatic rejection before I force the liquid past it.

My body already knows what’s coming and tenses as the chemical flush of want floods my system anew. My dick hardens before I can draw a full breath.

Orien takes the vial from my slack fingers, setting it aside. The moment he turns back to me, I push him down on the bed with a hungry sound.

He goes easily, pupils blown as I straddle his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his waist. I flatten my palms on his shoulders, skin warm beneath my touch, and slide my hands down his chest, tracing each defined muscle until I reach his cock.

It’s already hard, jutting up toward his stomach. I wrap my hand around it, measuring its thickness with my fingers and counting each pulse within my grip.

I watch him as I stroke his length, and satisfaction curls in my belly as his breath catches in response. His pupils dilate, eating up his pale irises.

My other hand pushes into his hair, using the grip to pull him up for a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and hunger. He answers with equal ferocity, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave fingerprints I’ll carry tomorrow.

I gather the sticky mess from between my ass cheeks onto my hand before reaching between us to stroke our hard lengths together. The lubricant slicks our hot flesh, and when I twist my wrist on the upstroke, he groans, the sound vibrating through my body.

“Want you,” I demand. “Inside.”

“Fuck, yes.”

I pull back, my hand sticky, lift my hips, and line him up with my entrance.

I sink down, the stretch a deep burn in muscles already well used, and he stuffs me so full that I can taste him. My inner muscles clench around his thick shaft, and I moan, the sound filling the quiet bedroom.

“So fucking good,” Orien says, fingers flexing on my bruised flesh. “So tight.”

My hips roll in a motion that leaves us both gasping. The rhythm builds fast, my thighs flexing as I ride him, the position taking him deeper with each downstroke, my angle allowing me to hit that spot inside until my vision blurs.

Slick coats us both, each thrust slides deep and wet, and the sound of skin meeting skin fills the apartment in a steady cadence. Sweat gathers along my spine, and my hair sticks to my forehead, but I don’t care how I look. I just want more friction, more pressure, and more of my Alpha inside me.

Orien’s hands grip my hips, guiding when my tempo becomes too reckless.

“Slow down,” he murmurs. “Let me savor it.”

I try to comply, but the Heat shifts every thought toward the release my body desperately needs. When I lean forward to brace my hands on his chest for leverage, Orien sits up, one hand splaying across my back to support me as the angle changes.

The new position nails my prostate, and I cry out at the stimulation on the swollen bundle of nerves. My hips stutter, and Orien takes control of the pace, his grip on my hip tightening as he drags me down onto each thrust.

“Like this,” he says as he gives his hips a slow swirl. “Let me give it to you.”

I surrender to the rhythm, my thighs trembling with the effort of riding him, but my body keeps moving, driven by the drug and my own deep, desperate need. My dick bobs between us, dragging across Orien’s flexing abs.

My teeth find his collarbone, the skin hot under my tongue as I lick a stripe across it before biting down. I leave a shallow mark, not deep enough to break the skin, but it’s my claim on him to match the one he put on me.

The sight of it brings forth a possessive hunger I’ve never had before, and I do it again, leaving another mark a few inches away from the first. Orien’s breathing changes, his pace faltering for a moment before he steadies himself.

Then his hands tighten on my hips, pulling me down hard as he falls backward onto the mattress, bringing me with him. His hand in my hair turns me far enough for his teeth to find the sensitized skin just below my first Mark, and he bites down hard.

The pleasure-filled pain rips through me as his teeth break skin before he soothes the spot with his tongue.

My body responds in recognition, inner muscles clenching around his cock as pleasure spikes through me. The orgasm hits mid-thrust, my body clenching around him, head falling forward as the wave rips through me.