Chapter 167: So tight... [18+]

​Reid’s grey eyes, still dark and blown out with the ongoing storm of his rut, flashed with a dangerous, feral intensity at the sight of my absolute surrender. A low, gravelly growl vibrated deep in his throat.

​"Fuck, Kain..." he rasped, his large hand slamming down onto my exposed thigh, his fingers digging into my flush skin with a white-knuckled grip that promised no mercy.

​"Don’t stop," I gasped out, my hips rolling mindlessly upward, my hands clutching the tangled sheets beneath us. "Reid... Fuck the hell out of me. Now!"

​He didn’t need to be told twice.

​Reid gripped my thigh tight, pinning my leg over his shoulder, and slammed his cock right back inside with a single, brutal drive.

​"Ah—! God!" I screamed, my head snapping back into the pillows, my back arching violently as the sharp, blinding pleasure hit the exact spot deep inside me.

​With my leg hooked over him, he was able to reach deeper than before. Reid took full advantage of the angle, locking his jaw and driving into me with a fast, heavy, and utterly relentless rhythm.

​The bed creaked violently under his weight and force. Every time he drove forward, his chest slammed against my knee, his broad shoulders shifting as he practically drilled me into the mattress.

My sweet orchid scent flared wildly, tangling into a thick, suffocating cloud with his heavy frozen pine as the room descended into pure, unbridled chaos.

​"Reid—fuck—yes!" I sobbed out, completely undone, my fingers clawing at his back, leaving red trails down his sweat-slicked skin. "Right there! Hit it right there!"

​"You’re fucking insane, Kain," Reid growled into the space between us, his face flushed, his chest heaving as he maintained the punishing pace. "So tight... taking all of it..."

​"Because I’m yours!" I cried out, my voice cracking with pure, helpless emotion as another wave of intense, overwhelming heat rippled through my belly. "I’m yours, Reid!"

​Hearing those words broke whatever lingering thread of sanity he was holding onto. He let out a dark, triumphant roar, gripping my pinned thigh even tighter as he accelerated his thrusts into a dizzying, frantic blur, driving us both straight back toward the edge of the cliff.

Reid took my word as a battle cry. His grip on my thigh tightened until his fingers left dark, possessive bruises, and he slammed into me with a brutal, rhythm-less fury that made my vision shatter into blinding white sparks.

​The heat inside the room didn’t just linger—it multiplied. My forced heat had fully taken root, roaring through my blood like a fever that devoured every piece of my logic, every memory of the arena, and every trace of my captain’s pride.

My body was an open furnace, demanding to be filled, claimed, and used until there was nothing left of me. And Reid, completely lost to the dark vortex of his rut, was more than willing to consume me whole.

​When my leg finally gave out from trembling, he flipped me over without missing a beat, dragging me to the edge of the bed until my knees hit the floor. He stood over me, his hands clamped on my hips, driving into me from behind with heavy, agonizing thrusts that shook my entire frame.

​"Reid—ah!—more!" I whimpered, my forehead pressed against the damp sheets, my fingers tearing at the fabric as my hips mindlessly rolled back to meet every heavy impact.

​"You’re a fucking bottomless pit, Kain," Reid growled, his voice a ruined, gravelly rasp against the crown of my head. He leaned down, burying his face into the side of my neck, and bit down hard. "But I’m gonna fill you right up,"

​I let out a sharp, breathless scream, my hands clutching his forearms as his teeth sank into the tender skin right above my collarbone. He kept biting in different places but avoided the nape because I pleaded against it.

By the time the clock on the nightstand clicked past three in the morning, my body was a canvas of his absolute possessiveness—purplish bite marks, deep red suction bruised along my throat, my ribs, and the inner curves of my thighs where his hands had locked me in place.

​Yet, as the dark sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows began to bleed into the pale blue of early dawn, my body was still starving. An Omega in heat locked in a room with an Alpha in rut was a chemical disaster; thirteen hours was a mere drop in the ocean for instincts this hungry, this starved, and this deeply bonded.

​As the sun broke over the city skyline, casting a cold, golden light across the chaotic, scent-heavy bedroom, we were on the floor.

​I was sitting on his lap, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, my face buried in his chest as I rode him with frantic, wet, and desperate rolls of my hips. Every time he lifted his hips to meet me, my toes curled, a high, broken sob breaking from my lips as the friction hit the swollen, sensitive core of my heat.

​"Still..." I gasped into his sweat-slicked shoulder, my teeth lightly grazing his skin in a desperate attempt to mark him back. "Still not... enough... Reid..."

​"Fuck, Kain..." Reid groaned, his hands gripping my waist to assist my fevered pace, his grey eyes still dark, wild, and completely blown out with rut-heat. His pine scent was suffocating, wrapping around my orchid pheromones like a heavy lead blanket, keeping me locked in a continuous loop of desire. "You’re going to kill me..."

​"Then die inside me," I sobbed out, my pride completely dead and buried under the weight of my biology. "I know you’ll love it... Ah—!"

I pressed down hard, taking every single inch of him, my body shivering violently as another wave of sheer, electric pleasure ripped through my lower belly.

​He didn’t argue. Reid let out a dark, guttural roar, flipping us until he was back on top, pinning my hands above my head and driving into me with a relentless, punishing speed that guaranteed neither of us would be leaving this bed—or this room—anytime soon.