He doesn't try to get under it. Just presses his palm flat against my ribs, right below, fingers splayed, feeling me breathe. Feeling me shake apart.
Something cracks behind his eye. Whatever leash he's been keeping on himself—and therewasa leash, I can see that now, can see the restraint he's been exercising even while his eye burns with half-feral light—snaps.
He pulls almost all the way out.
Slams back in.
Iscream.
His hand claps over my mouth. Not rough. Just there, muffling the sound, his palm hot and calloused against my lips. His eye bores into mine, wild and blown, that single blue iris swallowed almost entirely by black.
"Thought you didn't give a fuck," I manage against his palm, nipping at his skin.
"Changed my mind." But his hips don't slow. If anything they speed up, each thrust jolting through my entire body, his cock stretching me so full I can feel him in myteeth. "You're not… you're not a fucking beta."
I swallow hard and laugh nervously. The laugh is cut off by another cry as the head of his cock slams into somethingsensitive and throbbing I'm pretty sure is my godsdamnedcervix.
"I tried to tell you?—"
"You're an omega." His voice drops to something feral and dangerous. "I can smell you."
Shit.
Even through the cologne and blockers and years of chemicals, he can smell me because I'm soaking wet and clenching around his cock and my body is doing what omega bodies do when their scent match is inside them for the first time.
Producing enough slick to drown a lesser man.
Rex isn't a lesser man.
Rex is barely a man right now. He's alpha stripped down to base code, running on instinct and need and years—years—of deprivation that's all crashing into this single moment on a foggy rooftop with a woman he hates.
"Rex—I need to tell you?—"
"I saidsave it."
His hand drops from my mouth to my hip and he changes the angle, lifting me higher, and the first thrust at this new depth lights up my vision with bursts of light like fireworks are going off around us. My nails rake down his back under his shirt, catching on his scars, and he hisses through his teeth but doesn't stop, doesn't even slow, just takes it and gives it back harder.
The scar on his shaft catches against my walls on every stroke. Every time, Rex makes this sound—half pain, half pleasure, allferal beast—that does things to my hindbrain no amount of suppressants can evenhopeto fucking block.
"Close," I gasp. "I'm—fuck—I'm close?—"
"Already?" The bastard sounds smug even while barely holding himself together. His jaw is clenched, tendons standing out in his neck, sweat beading along his hairline. The mask is fogged at the edges from his breathing.
"Alreadyimplies you're not close too."
His eye narrows and his hips snap forward in retaliation.
I come harder than I ever have in my fuckinglife. My whole body locks up and my thighs squeeze his waist as my mouth opens on a silent scream because I can't even get enough air to make sound. My walls clamp down on him so hard he snarls.
"FUCK—" Rex's rhythm disintegrates. His hips stutter, grinding deep, and I feel his knot swelling against my entrance.
His whole body is vibrating with the effort of holding back, every tendon standing out, his arm shaking where it's banded around my waist. His instincts are screaming at him to push that knot in and lock us together and he's fighting it with everything he has because knotting me is too fucking intimate and we donothave time for that.
I'm gasping for breath so much I can barely speak. "It would be… it would bereallyfucking bad timing if you—if you knotted me and—" I choke on a laugh at the thought. "And Phoenix and Raf find us tied and?—"
"Don't fucking talk about Phoenix and Raf," he snarls, his eye lighting with pure feral rage.
His whole body slams me against the wall, and he buries his face in my neck, his cock pulsing inside me as his knot swells to full size and the force of my clenching sucks it into my body. He empties into me in hot, thick bursts and each one makes him shudder and snarl against my throat.