She is close. I can smell it lingering in the air, like a sweet perfume, mixed in with the heady aroma of her heat. I growl and hold her closer to my body until we are almost one. My thrusts bury me deep inside of her until I bottom out and whimper, wanting more space. I bite her harder as punishment and grab her hips. I’m not going fast enough.
We both want more. We need more. Never in my life have I experienced such painful bliss, utter savagery, I can no longer differentiate between my instincts and Maddox’s.
Savagely, I drive her body against mine, thrusting deep inside of her, over and over again with as much strength as this form can give me, my hips move faster and faster. The slickness of her body muffles the slapping of our skin together, but forms a lewd melody as she sucks me deeper and deeper into her willing body.
She tosses her head back against me and screams, it’s like the sound of a thousand mirrors shattering, before she comes hard around my cock. This time she squeezes me so hard and for so long I have no choice but to stick my nose in her hair, pull her back, and bury myself in her one last time, as I reach my own desperate finish.
My cock twitches deep inside of her and my mate finally lets out a little breath of relief, as she relaxes against the pillows, like a wound up doll that has finally run out of power. I chuckle and gently kiss the wounds I have caused until I am satisfied.
Once I am done, I curl around her body, pulling her back completely against my chest while I am still buried inside her as I huff, my nose pressed against her neck and kiss her gently, before falling into a deep sleep, finally having tasted satisfaction.
Katya
Waking up, I feel like I have been hit by a truck, every part of me feels broken. Then everything smashes into me at once, the room smells like a brothel, and I scrunch my nose up at the strong scent. My head throbs and images of yesterday flicker through it, like a bad horror movie, starring me. Vaguely, I remember every detail, yet it doesn’t feel like me, it’s like watching an old fuzzy recording of yourself from years ago, of a time you can’t remember properly, but still there’s no doubt it’s you in the footage, or at least a doppelganger of you.
I remember attacking Mateo, yet even that doesn’t feel like it was me, only I know I did it. I remember Maddox and the Alpha. Everything but it wasn’t me, like someone else had control, and I was purely an observer of my actions. Shame and guilt pushes me upright in bed before I break down.
I assaulted Mateo, my friend, and cheated on Ezra.
“Woah, lay back down, you are pretty badly banged up.” Ezra’s voice scolds from beside me. I look at him, shocked he would even come near me after what I did. He should be repulsed by me, I am beyond horrified at my own actions.
Ezra rolls, hovering over me. “Hey, why are you crying?”
“Because I-” I couldn’t even bring myself to say the words, the shame I feel at what I subjected Mateo to. The guilt that eats at my insides for what I put Ezra through.
“Kat, stop. Breathe,” Ezra instructs. Each sob takes my breath, agony radiates up my side, but I welcome the pain.
I deserve it after what I did.
“Kat, you need to stop crying, your ribs are badly bruised, that’s why it hurts to breathe. I can get you some painkillers,” Ezra offers, and I look at him.
Painkillers, why the fuck would he get me painkillers? How could he even look at me after what I did?
“Kat?”
“I cheated on you, I assaulted Mateo,” I blurt out, before sobbing, and he flops on his back with a sigh.
“You didn’t assault Mateo, and you didn’t cheat on me. Is that really why you’re crying? You were in heat, Kat.”
“But that doesn’t change what I did, how can you even look at me? Maddox must hate me.” I can’t even think of the damage I did to poor Mateo and Ares. How could I ever look him in the eye again after what I did?
“I don’t hate you, and I told Mateo to stay with you. Anything you did or didn’t do is not on you or Mateo,” Ezra breathes. His hand rubs my back in soft comforting circles, it makes me feel worse. “I will get you some painkillers.”
“I don’t need painkillers, that is not why I am crying.”
“Kat, look down,” Ezra says, confusing me. I did, and my skin is black and blue, and I tried to remember how I got so badly bruised when I remember Mateo healing me. Remember the feeling of his tongue on my body and how I reacted to it.
Looking back at Ezra, I notice his entire chest and torso is littered with scars, the deepest down his ribs matching the bruising across mine.
“You look like you got put through a blender,” I gasp.
“Thanks, nice to know. You healed me, and we tried to heal you back, but you were too busy trying to take what you wanted from me, Maddox was too weak to shift to heal you, that was the best I could do.”
“You tried to heal me after what I did?” I ask, a little shocked.
“Fuck’s sake, Kat, you did nothing wrong.” He rubs his temples before yelling out, “Mateo, get in here!”
“What? Don’t call him! I can never look him in the eye again after what I did,” I plead with him. Shame washes through me and my face burns hot, though I hear Mateo rushing down the hall before the door opens. “I’m naked,” I squeak, ripping the blanket up to cover myself.
“Kind of defeats the point when you had your coochie rubbing all over me, not that I am complaining,” Mateo chuckles, and my face heats even more at his words, so much so my ears tingle as they too burn.