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Chapter 8

Bleed

Titus

T here’s nothing to even think about. Her eyes widen when she sees what’s in my hand, flinching the smallest bit when I flip the blade open with a metallic click. I roughly shove her shoulder with my other hand, so she falls back on the bed.

I place a knee on the mattress, and she scoots back, cheeks flushed and eyes gold. Her gaze darts between the knife and my eyes as she tries to scoot farther.

I don’t let her.

Catching her wrists, I pin her to the mattress, caging her with my body. In one hand, I hold both her wrists and the knife handle. If she tries to fight, she could easily cut herself on the open blade. But she doesn’t. In fact, she doesn’t move except for her heavy breaths, making her chest rise and fall.

I drag the tip of my nose against hers and across her cheek to rasp in her ear, “Do people who hate each other kiss when they fuck?”

She presses her cheek to mine. When she speaks, her lips feather against my skin, making chills run down my spine. “ Yes.” It’s almost a plea.

I sit up just enough to be able to meet her golden stare. Hovering above her, I take the knife to my neck.

The sharp edge bites into my skin and I press harder, dragging it across my throat right above my collarbone. Ruby droplets fall onto her pale skin.

And when I’m done, she’s the one to clutch my face and pull me down.

She captures my mouth with a feverish hunger that instantly consumes me, lights me on fucking fire.

I devour her back, desperate for every taste, every sensation, every lightning bolt of electricity between us. It makes my head spin.

She kicks her legs around my waist, pulling me into the cradle of her hips. My cock slides over her wet pussy and she mewls. I do it again, grinding harder against her, and she claws at my short hair, desperate for something to hold on to.

Suddenly, I’m plunging my cock into her dripping cunt. It’s not a conscious decision. In fact, free will doesn’t exist with her.

I forget where I am, who I am. All there is, is her.

I thrust in and out again and her back arches. She coaxes me deeper, digging her heels into my ass. “Harder, harder, harder,” she begs, so I quickly pull out and flip her over.

She scrambles onto her elbows and knees, thrusting her ass in the air. I slap it hard, watching my handprint bloom on her cheek. I grip her waist and shoulder then fuck back into her with a forceful punch of my hips. Her hands fist the sheets and she cries out, all while pushing back into me.

I force her head to the mattress and squeeze her hip, stilling her. “One day, you’ll fuck yourself on my cock. You’ll work hard to please your alpha. But tonight you’re just here to take it.”

As I pump into her, blood from my cut continues to drip onto the small of her back. It’s not deep enough to be dangerous, but it’s more than a scratch. There’s something so carnally satisfying about seeing my omega marked with something so vital, my lifeblood.

Pleasure ravaging all sense of control, I pound into her like she’s unbreakable. I smear my hand through the blood and drag it up her spine. It’s slick and warm and primal.

I take my hand coated in blood and cup her pussy. Her moans are muffled by the mattress, but I want to hear how I wreck her. So I grab a fistful of her hair with my other hand and yank her onto her hands.

“Oh, fuck, Ti—” Lightning strikes my chest . . . my name, her lips . . . but she catches herself. “ Alpha, fuuckk,” she keens.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I have no right to feel this disappointment. After all, I’m the one who told her not to call me anything else when she’s taking my cock.

Any sinking feeling doesn’t last long. It’s impossible to think of anything else when I’m inside her.

When I open my eyes, I look at Ecker and Bishop for the first time. I practically forgot they were even here. Their cocks are out and they’re both panting, their fists jerking up and down. Except they aren’t working themselves—each guy is stroking the other.

For some reason, I’m not surprised. Bishop scrunches his brows and thrusts up into Ecker’s hand, while Ecker digs his teeth into his bottom lip and pushes into Bishop’s touch.

“C’mere,” I say roughly and drag Sinclair off the bed by her hair. After how hard I took her, her legs are unsteady. I act like I don’t notice, as callous as if I still hated her.

We’re standing at the foot of the bed with her slightly bent over. I don’t give her any time to steady herself. Lacing my fingers together in the front of her neck, I thrust inside her. Her hand shoots out for the corner post to stay on her feet.

“You’re going to watch them come,” I say through gritted teeth, “and they are going to watch me fill their mate’s pussy with my cum. It’s going to drip down your thighs, and you’re not going to wash it off. You’re gonna walk around covered in me like a dirty little cumslut, and the next time one of them fucks you, they’ll feel me.”

“ Unh,” is all she can manage in response as I pound her tight cunt with my hands flat and hard across her throat.

“ Sh-shit,” Bishop curses, his thighs and abs flexing. Sinclair’s legs tremble, probably from feeling his encroaching orgasm through their bond.

Her moans grow more high pitched and needy, almost desperate. Especially so when he finishes with a hoarse groan, spilling onto Ecker’s fist. My rut spikes as seeing her mate come makes Sinclair’s pussy pulse and flutter around my length.

I want to make her come like that. I want her to be wracked with so much pleasure, it makes her fall apart.

I take one hand away from her throat and shove it between her thighs. I find her clit slippery and swollen and press two fingers in firm but small circles, letting her grind into my hand too.

“Yes . . . yes . . . yes,” she shrieks, and I pinch her clit, making her yelp.

“You’re not to come before your other mate,” I growl into her ear. When she nods, I feel her temple slick with sweat.

Ecker grips the armrest tightly and his jaw works back and forth, Bishop still sliding his fist up and down his shaft. His head falls back, and he groans. “ Fuh-fuck yeah . . .”

He comes with a strangled sound, and Sinclair rocks on her toes like the orgasm struck her too.

“ Now ? Now, please, Alpha?” She whimpers, absolutely delirious with need. I feel her pulsing all around me, trying so hard to stave off her climax.

Maybe another day, I’ll have the urge to play with her some more, tease and deny her until madness. But not tonight.

Tonight, I just want her shaking and breathless in my arms.

“Yes, you’ve been such a good omega. You’ve earned your reward.”

“ Oh, thank god .” She sighs in blissed rapture, her body letting go and coming hard.

Her knees buckle, and I catch her, fucking her through every crashing wave. The breathy, sated sound she makes when she finally goes limp in my hold is what sends me over the edge.

Her pleasure, her comfort, her, for once, feeling safe in my arms is more powerful than any physical sensation.

I spill inside her, barely able to hold the both of us up.

Luckily, I don’t have to. Ecker comes over and gathers her in his arms. While he sets her in the middle of the bed, Bishop clasps me on the shoulder and cheek. I can’t describe the look he gives me, but it strikes me almost as deep as his next words.

“You did good. I’m really happy for you, Ti.” My throat clogs up. I can’t wish him a good night, so I just nod in appreciation. “Now, get into bed, she’s gonna want something to wrap around.” He smiles before leaving the room with Ecker.

He makes her sound like a boa constrictor , I think as I slide under the covers.

My head isn’t even on the pillow before Sinclair pulls herself to me. She throws her leg over my waist and wraps her arm around my shoulder, snuggling tight into my side.

For a moment, I’m stock-still, unsure what to do, almost scared to move. But then she sighs contentedly into my neck and all those foreign feelings melt away.

She nuzzles impossibly closer. “Good night, Alpha.”

I find myself smiling to the ceiling.

“Good night, Sinclair.”