Forbidden by Liliana Carlisle
CHAPTER 35
AMELIA
I use his cock until I’m exhausted.
It’s still not enough.
It satisfied the ache for a moment, but until he inflates inside me, I won’t feel whole.
I’m lost in the sensations, his scent, and the completeness of our bond when he speaks.
“Tell me I can lose control,” he groans, pained. He grips my hips tighter, and I hiss at the combination of pleasure and pain. “Tell me, Omega.”
“Yes,” I gasp out. “Please, Alpha. I need it.”
And he starts to fuck me.
He was holding back before.
But I take his cock eagerly, my body easily stretching to accommodate his girth. His balls slap against me, and the bed shakes with the intensity of his pounding.
Time stands still. He takes me from behind until I can barely hold myself up. The sheets and blankets are ruined with slick, but it only makes me want more.
He only changes positions when I’m on my third orgasm, flipping us so that I’m on top of him. I ride him, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
“Good Omega,” He groans, his eyes burning into mine. “Take my cock, Princess.”
His hands reach up to squeeze my breasts as I bounce on him, impaling myself on his length.
He wrings another climax from me before he rolls me onto my back, lifting my legs above his shoulders so he can pound deeper into me.
He splits my pussy apart, and I welcome it, moaning and begging my encouragement.
“I’m going to come in you,” he growls, his voice strained. “Gonna knot you, Princess.”
He roars, a possessive feral cry, and he spills inside me.
It’s not like the times before. As he fills me with his cum, my cunt squeezes him, desperately clenching on his cock. When his knot inflates, there’s not even the tiniest bit of pain.
And I can’t stop coming.
He collapses on top of me, both of us panting as I contract around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re still coming, aren’t you?”
I can only whimper in reply, clawing at his back, pushing my hips back up to meet his.
Alpha Alpha Alpha
I float in the bliss, marveling at our connection through the mating bond.
Alpha loves us.
Alpha cares for us.
He murmurs praises into my ear, wrapping us both in the nest of blankets, helping me through the aftershock of my pleasure.
I relax in his arms, drowning myself in his scent, as I rest peacefully for the first time in days.
* * *I wake up needier than before.
My nipples ache and my clit throbs, desperate to be touched. I reach out blindly for Jakob, who wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his naked chest.
“Alpha,” I whine.
“What do you need, Princess?” He murmurs against my ear, his cock pulsing inside me.
“You,” I gasp, and he chuckles.
He fucks me slowly this time, pulling his still hard cock out to roll me onto my side. I hook my leg over his and he enters me, my back pressed against his chest as he works us slowly.
He moans in my ear as he takes me, reaching one hand between us to find my clit. He rubs it in gentle circles, slowly building me to a powerful climax.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers in my ear. “So perfect, and tight. You’re all mine. Forever.”
I shudder at his words, soaking us both with slick as the pressure on my clit increases. I climb higher and higher until my vision whites out.
“Come for me, Omega.”
I spasm around him, and he holds me through each tremor.
He pumps me full of his seed, coming with a violent roar.
Then he does it again.
And again.
I pass out, locked around his knot.
* * *Eventually, I need to come up for air.
Jakob feeds me, taking care of me as I slowly come back to reality.
“How are you feeling?” he asks me as I swallow a strawberry. He sits next to me on the bed, dressed, while I stay wrapped around a sheet.
The bed is sideways. Instead of being flush against the wall, the bedframe points at an awkward angle.
“Yeah…we may have broken the bed,” he smirks. “Got a little carried away.”
He’s back to his usual smart-ass self, and I can’t help but smile. “I can see that.” Then my eyes widen as I glance at the sheets and towels on the floor.
They’re soaked with fluids, as if they’ve been thrown into a pool and sunk down to the bottom.
He follows my gaze, unbothered. “That’s what dry cleaning is for, Princess.”
“Is this going to happen every time?” I ask, my mouth hanging open.
“They gave you a powerful suppressant on the flight home. This was one of the side effects. But if I’m lucky, it will happen again.”
I throw a pillow at him, trying to wipe the stupid grin off his face. He catches it easily, then leans in to kiss my forehead.
“So, my place or yours?” He murmurs.
“For what?” I ask him, confused.
“Where we’re living.”
My brain is still foggy from post-orgasmic bliss, so I’m not sure I heard him correctly. “What did you say?”
“Or do you want a new house? A penthouse? Townhouse? Mansion? Or a castle?” He rattles off the list, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“What are you talking about?” I gasp, trying to keep up with the conversation.
“Since we’re going to be living together, we need to figure out the details.”
“I…” My voice trails off as I try to find the right response.
I should balk at his words. Tell him to piss off with his arrogance.
But try as I might, I don’t disagree with him.
Of course, we’re going to live together. We’re mates.
I can’t imagine a life where I don’t wake up next to him every morning.
But his face falls as he reaches out to touch my cheek, his eyes darkening. “I will never leave your side again, Amelia. I swear it.”
He touches on the insecurity that’s been festering in me since my Heat ended.
“What if my sickness becomes too much of a burden for you?” I ask softly. “Can you handle the days where I need to stay in bed?”
He raises his eyebrows. “I would love the days where you stay in bed,” he murmurs.
I scoff, fighting a smile. “You know what I mean.”
He pauses, his eyes darkening. “You will never be a burden to me,” he promises, his voice low. “I want all of you, Amelia. Including the bad parts. I always have, regardless of the mating bond.”
I smile shyly and lean in to kiss him, basking in his reassurance and love.
“And what about me?” he murmurs, his lips only inches from mine.
“What about you?”
“Will my being a Collector become a burden for you?”
He says it sarcastically, but I can feel his hint of insecurity.
I sit back and regard him for a moment. “I have some questions,” I say. “A lot, actually. How many times are you going to come back home at night covered in blood?”
He sighs. “It all depends,” he says. “The Saviors, the ones who ran the auction in Russia, are still running operations. But our goal is to eliminate them, so nothing like this happens again.”
Memories of the days before play in my mind. “It’s the right thing to do,” I murmur. “It’s who you are. You’re a hero.”
He scoffs. “More like an antihero, maybe.”
I think about it, then nod. “Yes. But that makes it much more exciting.”
He kisses me again and presses me back against the mattress, resuming our previous activities.