Chapter 94: That’s It. Give It To Me.

The corridor was quiet. Their footsteps echoed off stone walls and neither of them spoke.

Derek’s hand hadn’t left the small of her back since they walked out. His jaw was set. His eyes were forward. The man who had a line for everything was running on empty and the empty was loud.

He shouldered open the door to his quarters and guided her through.

Nova stopped two steps in before her jaw dropped. At least ten omega servants were organizing his closet and chambers.

Everything from the guest room had been moved in while they were at dinner. Her things next to his things. In his room. Like they belonged here. Like she belonged here.

Her throat tightened.

Without a word, they filed out, door latching closed behind them.

Derek stood, chest heaving, still glowing gold.

The silence stretched, holding something she could feel but didn’t know how to fix. So she started simple. She turned to look up at him.

"Derek, I—"

His mouth found hers mid-word and the syllable dissolved between them. Her fingers tangled in his hair.

This kiss was different than the others. This one had urgency behind it. It wasn’t soft. This was one Nova didn’t need a matebond or experience to understand. This was a man who was holding himself together and was done holding.

Mouth still on hers, he lifted her and crossed to the bed, laying her down so fast she hadn’t realized they moved until she felt the mattress against her back.

"Derek—"

His hand was already under the dress, dragging it up her hips, and then he was between her thighs and grinding into her, slow enough to be intentional and hard enough that her sentence broke in half. He watched her face while he did it. Did it again when her mouth opened and nothing useful came out.

His fingers hooked the neckline. She heard the first thread go. Then the rest. The dress tore open under his hands.

That was the dress Maria had picked. The dress Nova had told him not to rip. The dress he had given her and she loved. She should have been mad. She was not mad. The opposite of mad had taken over her body and mad could file a complaint later.

The lace underneath didn’t survive him any better than the dress. He tore her bralette and the matching thong like they were paper.

Nova’s face was burning red.

She was bare in front of him and the instinct to cover herself was still there.

One hand stayed spread over her ribs, holding her flat to the mattress while his mouth closed over her nipple and sucked, slow and hard enough that her back lifted off the bed. He did it again, tongue flat, then teeth just shy of mean. When he let go, her skin was wet. He kissed lower. Stomach. Hip. The soft inside of her thigh. She understood where he was going a second too late.

She gasped and tried to twist her hips away, face burning, one hand shoving at his shoulder.

"Derek, you don’t— I haven’t—"

He caught her wrist, pressed it to the mattress beside her hip, and looked up the length of her body.

Her face burned even hotter.

"No." His voice was rough. "I want to taste you."

Then his mouth closed over her clit with a steady, filthy suction while she strained under his grip and went nowhere.

All thoughts vanished from her mind. He sucked, hard, then softer, then hard again, like he was learning what made her fail at staying quiet.

A sound broke out of her before she could stop it.

"Give it to me," he said against her skin.

The pressure climbed too fast to negotiate with.

Her hips were moving on their own without consulting her. Whatever switch Derek had found, it had been off her entire life and he had flipped it without asking.

Her vision whited out as she started cumming. He groaned at the same time, the noise vibrating against her.

His hands found her hips and turned her over before the orgasm finished. She landed on her hands and knees, still shaking, still feeling it.

SMACK.

His hand came down on her ass.

She gasped, the sting and position and boldness of it surprising her. He cupped her, rubbing her clit, pain and pleasure weaving together.

Part of her felt like she was doing something wrong.

He spanked her again. She rocked into his hand.

"Fuck, that’s it. Move your hips for me," he rasped before his mouth found her again, this time from behind.

A long lick. Then suction on her clit, relentless, his arm locking her in place.

The heat built fast again. Every nerve in her body was firing at the same time and none of them had ever been asked to do this before.

He let out a pained noise the moment the heat and pressure reached their peak, almost as if he could sense it.

"Derek," she moaned.

The second orgasm hit harder than the first, rolling through her in waves as she writhed against him.

She heard him stand. Heard the belt unbuckle. Heard fabric drop. Then the mattress dipped under his weight and he was over her, bare.

"Nova. I want you, baby."

His chest was heaving behind her. His arms were locked around her. She could feel him against her thigh, hard and ready.

This man had paid for her and he was her assigned mate. If he wanted her, he could take her and no one would think twice. But he was asking her.

The choice of it was a double-edged sword because she was definitely overthinking it. Every instinct was screaming to give him it, but there was still a small part of her that was bracing. Too much, too soon, too fast, always equals a disaster. Like this was too good to be true.

His mouth found her neck. He started sucking on a spot. His hand slid down her front, still on top of her, still behind her.

SMACK.

He slapped her cunt once, open palm, and cupped her when she jolted back onto his cock.

"I want to fuck your virgin pussy, baby. Standing right here, your ass on me, my hand on your cunt."

Then he rubbed her back and forth, rapid, no rhythm left but need. His hips went with it, humping harder, the grind turning messy.

It was too much.

Her hand flew back and fisted in his hair. "Derek— I think I’m going—"

"Don’t fight it." His voice was rough, right in her ear. "Cum on my hand. Give me all of it."

Nova gasped, her body obeying him. She started cumming hard, in sharp pulses as he rubbed her through it.

He groaned, loud, and started to cum behind her, cock pulsing between her ass, hips stuttering while he rubbed her even faster. Wet from her. Wet from him.

"Fuck— Nova—"

His fangs were grazing her neck. She was vaguely aware of that, her body still rolling back into him.