"Bells—"
"No, Rex. Don't you fucking dare stop."
He pushes in.
My head cracks back against the wall.
Stars.
Actual fuckingstars.
He's so big it burns, that stretch of being filled completely, every nerve ending lighting up at once. The scar on his shaft drags against my walls and he makes a broken sound, a half-feral growl, his fingers digging into my thighs.
"You sure?" His voice is wrecked.
"Don't—don't fuckingcheckon me. Just fuck me. Just—AH!"
He thrusts and the world whites out.
Rex fucks like he fights. Brutal, aggressive, every snap of his hips driving me up the wall until my shoulders scrape brick and I don't care,can'tfucking care, because he's hitting something deep inside me that turns my vision to static.
"Fuck—Rex!"
His mouth finds my throat. Teeth scrape the leather collar and a snarl rips through him, animal and raw, vibrating against my pulse point. His fingers are bruising divots into my thighs where he's holding me pinned, my legs locked around his waist, my back arched off the wall to take him deeper.
He drives in again.
Hard.
I bite down on his shoulder to muffle the scream.
"Don't," he growls against my ear. "Let me hear you."
"We're on aroof?—"
"I don't give a fuck."
He punctuates it with a thrust so deep my vision goes black at the edges. The sound that comes out of me is obscene. High and broken and nothing like the voice I use onstage, nothing likeBells, nothing male or controlled or composed.
Just me.
Just omega.
Rex doesn't stop. Doesn't slow down. His pace is relentless, punishing, every thrust rocking me against the wall with enough force that I can feel the grit of the brick scratching my skin through my hoodie.
His cock drags against that spot inside me again and I clench around him involuntarily. He groans—low, guttural, ripped from somewhere primal—and his rhythm stutters.
"Do that again," he snarls.
"Dowhat?—"
"That." He shifts his angle. Drives deeper. Hits it perfectly.
I clench again and his whole body shudders.
"Fuck!"
His hand leaves my thigh. For one terrifying second I think I'm going to fall and crack my head open, but his other arm bands around my waist like a steel cable, holding me effortlessly while his freed hand shoves my hoodie up. Past my stomach. Past the bottom edge of the binder.