Chapter 179: My sinful obsession

"Turn over," I commanded, my voice gravelly and devoid of any plea. Only absolute authority.

She didn’t even think to resist. Submissive to her instincts, intoxicated by my scent, Jane rolled smoothly onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows and knees as her spine arched downward.

Fuck.

The sight brought a haze of red before my eyes. The flawless, fluid curve of her spine, the two delicate dimples above her sacrum, and her pale, rounded hips standing out in sharp contrast against the dark silk of the crumpled sheets.

She looked so fragile, so defenseless, yet she held my fucking heart in her small hands, squeezing it until it cracked.

Kneeling behind her, I didn’t rush to enter, even though my cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of my trousers, demanding release. No. I wanted to prolong this agony. I wanted her to remember every single second.

Reaching out, I traced the length of her spine with the pads of my fingers, barely brushing her skin. From the prominent vertebra at the base of her neck, down through the dip between her shoulder blades, all the way to her tailbone.

The contact burned through me no less than it did her. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted her pleasure, and I would have it.

Goosebumps broke out across her back; her muscles tensed and melted all at once. She dragged in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, her knees shifting on the mattress as she tried to push back against my hips, her nature crying out to be filled.

"Easy, girl," I growled softly. Before she could process the words, my palm came down sharply against her rounded hip.

The crisp, stinging crack cut through the heavy silence of the bedroom. Jane gasped, arching lower. She reached her arms forward, resting her chest flat against the bed in complete submission.

A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her pale skin. My mark. A brand proving she belonged to me.

"Do you like it when I take control?" I snarled, delivering another, slightly firmer strike that sent a violent tremor through her hips, leaving the sheet beneath her slick with her desire.

"Yes... Magnus..." Her voice dissolved into a pathetic, broken whimper as she looked back over her shoulder at me. Her bright eyes pooled with blind, absolute adoration mixed with the feverish madness of her heat. She had surrendered all control.

Tangling my fingers into her thick, disheveled dark hair, I bound the strands tightly around my fist. With a firm tug, I forced her head back, completely exposing the taut line of her neck and her pulsing vein. I pulled her flush against me.

She let out a soft sob at the harsh grip, yet made no move to break free; instead, her body went limp, yielding entirely to my strength. That utter trust hit me like a blow to the chest, turning everything inside me upside down. She was giving me all of herself, along with all her fears and past scars. The ultimate tribute from an Alpha Breeder was her surrender. She wasn’t trying to fight for control. She had accepted me.

Bending down, I swept my tongue up her exposed neck, licking away tiny beads of salty sweat while my free hand slid down between her parted thighs. My fingers unerringly found her wet, pulsing depths, gliding over swollen petals and sinking into the thick, sweet haze of her slickness.

She was impossibly wet, ready, dripping with need. Inserting two fingers deep inside her, I curled them sharply against her sensitive core, making Jane choke on her own breathless scream.

Her body arched beyond her control, her hips instinctively pushing back against my hand, begging for more. Inside, everything vibrated, encircling my fingers in a scalding, wet ring.

"Enough... I can’t anymore... Magnus..." Her incoherent voice poured out in a non-stop stream. She whimpered, crying without tears, begging me to put an end to this exquisite torture. "I want you..."

I couldn’t hold back any longer; my own limit had been shattered long ago. Freeing my cock, I pressed against her entrance, feeling her heat scorch my flesh even from the outside. Holding her fast by the hair coiled in my fist, controlling her every motion, I drove forward. Deep. All the way in.

To the very base.

Her sharp, sweet moan drowned out every other sound in the room. The slickness and the unbelievable, mind-altering tightness gripped me from all sides, pulling me in like quicksand. Heat spread through me—thick and heavy, like liquid gold. The sensation cut sharper than breath, sharper than life itself. I froze for a beat, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ground together, just to keep from coming right then and there from the sheer realization of how deep I was inside her.

"God... mine..." I breathed out, feeling her walls throb, clamping around me in rhythmic spasms.

I began to move. Slowly at first, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in with full force, my hips striking her rear with a sharp, wet slap.

Every thrust drew a low, guttural moan from her throat; every fraction of movement made her body shudder. I set a punishing, erratic pace, working from behind like a wild beast that had finally cornered its prey.

Except she wasn’t prey. She was my goddess, and I was ready to worship her body, her soul, her voice. My woman. The queen of my darkness and the single beam of light in my personal hell.

An obsession boiled in my blood, demanding the destruction of everything outside this room. Nothing else existed. Only her wet, scalding heat taking me whole. Only her fragmented whispers, sounding sweeter to my ears than any music.

"Yours... I’m only yours..." she babbled, choking on air, her words tumbling over her own pleasure. "Harder... Magnus... more..."

My hand, which had been pulling her hair, let go of the dark strands. I wrapped my arm tightly around her slender waist, pulling her even closer as she rested her head back against my shoulder, surrendering completely. I kept driving deeper, at an impossible angle, reaching the absolute depths of her being.

It felt as though I were trying to fuse with her, to make her a permanent, unquestionable part of myself. Holding her wasn’t enough; I never wanted to let her go. I wanted to crawl inside her chest and nestle beneath her ribs forever, so that every beat of my heart would echo through her very bones.

She suddenly turned her face toward me, her eyes clouded by the absolute madness of her heat. Jane reached her lips for mine, but her hot breath scalded the skin of my neck instead. She nuzzled against the curve of my shoulder, her small, sharp fangs skimming over my skin—scratching lightly, teasing, promising the very mark her instincts were screaming for.

I went still, letting her have her way, even though I knew a breeder shouldn’t mark her Alpha during her very first heat. My heart hammered in my chest like a trapped beast, anticipating the bite, awaiting the pain that would bind us forever. But as if sensing the boundary herself, she didn’t break the skin. Instead, she licked frantically over my neck, leaving wet trails behind, growling softly with frustration and an sensory overload as her mind fragmented into moments of pure ecstasy.

"Cum for me," I snarled, accelerating to a relentless, primal rhythm. My movements turned merciless, shattering our shared reality into fragments.

I felt everything inside her coil into a tight, throbbing knot. Her body went rigid, her spine arching at an impossible angle as she shattered into an orgasm with a drawn-out, piercing cry that tore straight through my soul. Her inner walls clamped rhythmically around my length, wringing out every drop of my dark, obsessive devotion.

The wave hit me right behind her—a crushing avalanche. My roar merged with her cries as I buried myself deep inside her one last time, pressing my hips flush against her until it ached. I poured into her in scalding torrents, filling her with my seed, my scent, my very essence.

The entire universe collapsed into a single point: the place where our bodies joined in pleasure. Heavy with exhaustion, I collapsed over her slick, shivering back, burying my face in her tangled hair and inhaling her scent—a fragrance now irrevocably fused with my own.

We collapsed onto the mattress, and she immediately scrambled up on top of me, trembling as residual shocks continued to ripple through her frame. Yet even in that state, she did something that tore me apart at the atomic level. She laid her head against my chest, nuzzling her soft nose directly over my heart.

And she purred.

The absolute master of my blackened heart. She would likely never comprehend the true depth of my hunger to possess her—completely, entirely, every single particle of her being.

My sacred, sinful obsession.

All thought vanished, yielding to a ringing, all-consuming silence punctuated only by the wild, frantic rhythm of our hearts beating in unison.

She was mine. And I would slaughter anyone who so much as dared to think otherwise.