My lip curls at her. "No," I grit out, pushing her up higher on the wall before she can laugh herself into not being able to fucking come. My hands shift to grip the backs of her thighs, arranging her legs to drape over my shoulders. She's still shaking with laughter even as she braces her back against the wall and clings to me for dear life, my face level with?—
Her scent hits me like a wall.
Something rich and warm and sweet that makes every alpha instinct I've buried for a decade come to life in a single, deafening roar.
She'sdripping.
More than I was expecting—way fucking more—and the honeyed warmth of her scent short-circuits whatever's left of my higher brain function.
But she's… abeta.
She's—
NO.
I shove the thought out of my head like I'm fucking drowning it and shove my tongue into her dripping pussy instead.
"Rex—ohfuck?—"
Her thighs clamp around my head. Her hand flies to my hair, gripping hard as I lick a broad stripe through her folds and she bucks against my face, a sound coming out of her that I want to hear for the rest of my fucking life.
I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. But she doesn't seem to notice. Or complain.
She's so wet. Impossibly wet. It's everywhere—on my tongue, my chin, soaking through the edges of my mask. The taste of her is?—
I don't have words.
I don't need them.
My tongue finds her clit and she makes a strangled noise, her heel digging into my back. I do it again, working her with a single-minded focus that blocks out everything else—the photo, the comments, the scar, the dark room, all of it collapsing to nothing in the face of Bells grinding against my mouth and making sounds that are going to haunt my dreams every night if I'm undeservedly lucky.
"Right there—right there—don't stop?—"
I don't stop.
My fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, holding her in place, keeping her pinned against the wall while I devour her. Her hips roll against my face in desperate, stuttering movements. Thechain between our cuffed wrists jingles ridiculously with every shift, drowned out by her increasingly frantic breathing.
"Rex… I'm gonna—fuck?—"
She comes with a cry that she bites off behind her fist.
Her whole body locks up, trembling, her thighs squeezing my head so tight I can't hear anything but my own pulse. I feel her pulse against my tongue, rapid, fluttering. I keep going, softer now, until I've licked up every last honeyed drop. Her body goes slack in my hands and her grip in my hair loosens.
I'm hard.
Fully, achingly, painfully hard.
That sound and scent and her thighs crushing my fucking head broke through all the bullshit lighting me up from the inside. Everything still hurts but for once the pain is secondary to the desperate, overwhelming need to?—
Bells slides down the wall. Her feet hit the floor and she sways, catching herself on my shoulders. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, her mouth curving into a triumphant grin.
She drops and her mouth is on me before I can get back into my own head again, hot and wet andaggressivethis time with none of the careful patience from before. She takes me deep and sucks hard and my vision whites out. My hand slams against the wall behind her. My hips snap forward.
"Bells—fuck—I can't?—"
The orgasm rips through me embarrassingly fast with a snarl that doesn't sound human. My whole body seizes, my spine arching, my hand fisting in her hair as I come harder than I'veever come in my entire pathetic life. Every nerve ending fires at once, every wall and defense and brick of fortress blown apart like she just unleashed a fucking nuke on them.
Bells doesn't pull away.