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Pan’s harsh exhales were the only sound in the room, and he trembled by the time I stood in front of him.

“On your knees again.”

Bitterness coated my tongue as Pan rushed to obey. When we were naked, our chemistry was electric. I spent too many nights wondering why we even bothered to get clothed. That was where the problems started.

I pressed my weeping cock to Pan’s lips. Pan might have thought he was the only one being punished, but this hurt me as much as it did him.

“Open.” I pushed past his full lips to sheath myself in his wet, willing mouth.

I groaned at the sensation,perfect, as it always was when we fucked. There wasn’t room for love between friction and animosity. But lust squeezed in, undeniable. The lash of his tongue made my knees watery as I thrust. My hand gripped his mussed hair in a bruising hold. He hissed as I pushed down his throat, eyes brimming with tears.

“Take it,” I grunted, unable to stop the pulse of my hips. “Fuck, you do it well.”

His fingernails cut into my thighs, and I pulled back, letting him gulp down a heavy lungful of air. Pan’s chest heaved. My fallen angel, on his knees with his dark eyeliner messy down his cheeks. The rough treatment hadn’t affected his pleasure. Precum smeared the end of his cock. I contemplated sucking it off before shaking my head.

This was a punishment.

“Get on the bed, pup,” I ordered, walking around to my dark-stained oak bedside table and pulled out the lube.

Pan scrambled on all fours, his gorgeous, firm ass pressed high into the air. He spread his cheeks for me. I squirted some lube down his crack and delved my fingers into his puckered warmth. No matter what passed between us, I never wanted to hurt Pan. So, I stretched his hole, knowing I wouldn’t be able to stop once I started. Pan wriggled under my touch, impatient for more.

Always more, all the time.

That was why he went out with CJ, to places like The Barracks. He was chasing a gap left by not playing the piano anymore. If he would just talk to me about it, I could help him. But I was too brash, too commanding.

He only liked that in the bedroom.

We needed someone else to help bring us together. Someone who could heal our scarred pieces and help us thrive the way I’d always dreamed. Tully Hartlock popped into my head again. With her sweet, wide eyes and white-blonde hair. Pan would eat her alive. I shook off thoughts of the Hartlock omega.

For now, we had this.

I rubbed my cock at his entrance. My head dropped back, and I stared at the ceiling as his ring of muscle yielded to me.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as I slid in, and I slapped his ass cheek until it blushed.

“No talking.” I dug my fingers into his heated skin and pressed my weight onto his back.

Pan flattened onto the bed as I carved a path inside him. My breath came quick and harsh, puffing out over him in hot possession. My hands kissed the marble of his body. His shoulder blades, his narrow hips, the velvet curve of his ass. I knew every piece of him, like his marrow and mine were from the same maker. Tasted his scent in the back of my throat like alozenge to the sickness of our love. Pan let out another muffled groan, and I made my hand sting against his other cheek.

There was something fateful in the way we fell together. Lightning struck, scorched, and twisted us together into something devastating. Deep inside him, I brushed against the edge of what we’d been in the beginning. Luscious, decadent. My veins throbbed with waves of need.

I missed Pan so much, even like this.

His bubblegum scent turned sweet, like blowing bubbles on a summer afternoon.

I focused on my pleasure and set a punishing pace. This wasn’t about love. That was a withered husk between us. Pan had hurt me too many times for me to make love to him anymore. He never liked it when I was soft, anyway. He wanted me to hurt him. Pan wanted to be dominated. So, I used my weight to smother him. The only time he let me close enough to savor his desperate, muffled pants. My pistoning hips demanded, and I bit down on his shoulder.

I didn’t break the skin.

There was no point. Pan and I would never bond, and I wouldn’t ever know what desires pumped in the heart I craved. The ecstasy coursing down my spine was a cheap balm for the soul-deep bruises I harbored.

Pan and I were the wrong place, wrong time, hurtling toward cataclysmic destruction. But I welcomed oblivion, tasted it in the salt of his skin. His sharp, desperate exhale filled my lungs.

Whatever we were, poison or ecstasy, it was impossible to turn away from.

Maybe I understood Pan’s struggles more than I thought. I could never say no to this alpha carved of shadows.

My knot swelled at the base of my cock. Too large to fit inside Pan. Designed for an omega. Instead, I threaded my fist in his hair and wrenched his head back, relishing the way hewhimpered. I ground it against him and dreamed about what it would be like to be locked against him so intimately. I wanted to possess Pan so deeply he could never rid himself of me. So, he tasted me like a chaser after every shot.