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Rhea POV

I felt disgusting and dirty. I could still feel Pedro’s hands on me and smell his scent, still clinging to my skin.

Even though I was worried about being caught, since the sun was still out and someone could wander into this part of the woods at any moment, I desperately wanted that feeling gone.

“Should I?”

So when Dorian asked, staring up at me with an expression that looked almost pleading, a rare, flickering vulnerability beneath the surface of his rage, I didn’t hesitate. I nodded once.

I just wanted to be clean. I wanted the memory of that monster’s touch replaced by something, anything else.

Without waiting a second, his head dipped and my breath hitched as I felt his tongue dragging through my folds through my underwear like a starving animal.

Maybe it was his heavy scent still somehow working its magic on my system, but the second his teeth grazed my cotton panties, nudging the fabric to the side so his mouth could make direct contact, my body responded immediately and a broken whimper slipped out before I could stop it.

His tongue slid through my folds like he was trying to devour every last trace of Pedro, even groaning against me like my taste was driving him insane. Low, guttural sounds vibrated straight to my core and made my thighs clench around his head.

It was at that point I realized how addicted I was to his touch, because I just couldn’t get enough.

My hand flew to his hair on instinct, pulling him closer as he began sucking on my clit.

God, it was so good. My entire body felt like it was on fire. The harder he sucked, the harder something built low in my belly, that tight, coiling heat only he could spark.

Every flick of his tongue, every rough pull of his lips had me grinding against his face shamelessly, chasing it even though my cheeks burned with shame.

“Alpha,” I whined helplessly, twisting his dark strands tighter. I didn’t even care anymore that we were out in the open.

All I cared about was the way he erased everything bad with his mouth, replacing it with blinding pleasure that made my toes curl against the forest floor.

“More,” I whispered, arching my back. “Alpha… please.” I was so close.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He instantly shifted his weight, sliding his large hands under my thighs to lift me higher against the tree. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me.

A moan slipped out of me as he curled them deep, hitting that spot that turned my legs to jelly. He began pumping them slowly at first, then faster to match the rhythm of his tongue on my clit until I was sobbing, bucking my hips wildly with tears streaming down my face from how overwhelming it all was.

“Come on my tongue,” he growled against me, and that did it. The coil snapped and I came, my whole body seizing as wave after wave crashed over me.

My thighs shook so hard I would have fallen to my knees if he wasn’t holding me up. I flooded his mouth, and instead of pulling away, he continued sucking, even sliding his fingers deeper like he was trying to scoop out every last bit of my release, drinking me like he was dying of thirst.

I was whimpering from overstimulation, even pushing his head weakly, but he didn’t budge. My nerves were on fire, every touch a lightning bolt, but he was a man possessed, refusing to let me go until he had consumed every bit of me.

Only when I went completely limp did he finally pull his fingers out and lower me gently, but he wasn’t done.

As he rose to his feet, his hands moved from my thighs to my waist, pushing my shirt higher as he lowered his head and began planting kisses on my bare stomach.

“He didn’t touch there,” I said, still dazed.

“Are you sure?” he asked darkly. “Because I can smell him here too.”

With that, he bit down on the soft skin just above my hip bone, making me wince. I couldn’t even try to think back, especially as he dragged his teeth upward, only to pause when my shirt got in the way. He growled low and, without hesitation, ripped it open, buttons flying.

My chest rose and fell heavily as I watched the man I claimed to hate, breathless, while his hand moved to my bra and he scooped one breast out. His thumb brushed over my nipple until it pebbled hard, and his mouth followed seconds later, sucking the peak between his lips, pulling slowly and making me arch into him all over again.

I should have been exhausted. I was. But my body betrayed me, letting my hips roll forward, seeking friction against his thigh wedged between my legs.

He switched to the other breast, freeing it the same rough way, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing just enough to sting before soothing it with a lick.

By the time he pulled back, his marks were scattered all over my chest. My breasts were swollen from his mouth, my nipples wet and aching, throbbing with every ragged breath I took.

Sensing this was about to end, I panicked. “He kissed me,” I blurted, and his entire body went rigid.

Those grey eyes snapped up to mine, his expression hardening. “He kissed you?” he asked in a voice that should have made me tremble, but because I was lost in the haze of him, all I felt was twisted relief that made my thighs clench involuntarily.

“Yes,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “On the mouth. Please, Alpha. I need it gone. I need you to take it away.”

The growl that tore out of him was pure animal. His hand shot to my jaw, tilting my head up. For a split second I thought he might lose control again, but then he crashed his mouth onto mine.

His tongue shoved past my lips and I moaned into it, opening wider, letting him in.

I tasted him. And I tasted myself. And it was intoxicating.

He bit down hard on my bottom lip until I whimpered, then sucked on it. One hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so he could angle deeper, while the other left my jaw to cup my breast, rolling my aching nipple until I was grinding helplessly against his thigh.

“Mine,” he snarled between kisses. “This mouth is mine. These lips are mine. Every fucking breath you take is mine.”

“Yes, Alpha,” I said without thinking, making him growl as his eyes flashed red for a split second.

“Fuck…” he whispered, breaking the kiss and staring down at me. “You really have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”

Instead of answering, I wrapped my arms around his neck and yanked him back down, crashing my mouth to his again.

I kissed him like I was starving, like if I didn’t taste him right then I’d die. He groaned, letting me take control for exactly three heartbeats before his hands dropped to my ass, lifting me completely off the ground. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling how impossibly hard he was as I rolled my hips shamelessly against him.

It might sound crazy, and I couldn’t even understand myself anymore, but the kiss wasn’t enough. I didn’t want him to kiss me anymore. I needed more. I needed him inside me. That was the only way I would truly feel clean again.

I just didn’t want to be the one to make the move. He always did. So why wasn’t he? Why was he holding back?

“Augh…!”

The muffled, pained groan cut through the sound of our heavy breathing like a blade. I froze, my legs still locked around Dorian’s waist, my face buried in the crook of his neck. The heat consuming me turned to ice in a single second.

Wait…he wasn’t dead?