Chapter 132

Dex wiped blood off her lip with a damp cloth.

He hadn’t said a word.

He shamelessly carried her to a private bathing chamber in the courtroom and she now sat on a counter, with him standing in between her legs.

She was trying to untangle his emotions through their matebond. But she was having a hard time understanding.

She winced, as he dabbed her cheek. He stopped, tilting her face so he could fully inspect the damage. His jaw ticked.

“Baby But as soon as the word came out of his mouth, he shut it. He pulled her into him instead, one hand at the back of her head, pressing her face against his chest.

The closeness hit her all at once. Her stomach and breasts were pressed against his torso, his scent flooding her senses until her thoughts went quiet. His arms went around her fully, and she melted into him. His hug was exactly what she needed right now.

She could also feel he was aroused, his hardness pressed up against her heat. Her face flushed and she pretended not to notice.

“I’m sorry, Dex,” Serena whispered. She was sorry for if this came back to him in any negative way. She was not sorry for hitting Bellatrix back.

Dex chuckled and shook his head. “No, you are partly sorry. I feel your emotions clear as day, Serena p>

Serena kissed him on the cheek, brushing hair out of his face.

“Tell me what happened,” he said after a moment.

Serena wanted to. She did. But she hadn’t told anyone about the affair. And this was Dex’s mother. Gavriel was his best friend.

Dex’s face darkened, untangling her emotions. He pulled away so he could look at her. “I can see you deciding whether to protect me from something. Stop p>

Serena swallowed. She was teetering on the edge of telling him. Honestly she didn’t know what the right thing to do was. Probably not using it as a weapon. But a woman’s life was on the line.

She opened her mouth. Shut it. Dex waited.

She kissed his lips softly and his brain malfunctioned. His hand shot to the back of her neck, fingers locking around it. Anchoring himself to her like she’d just handed him something he refused to give back.

When she retreated, he pulled her lips back to his kissing her gently, careful of the bruise blooming across her cheek.

She let him, kissing him back harder. Her tongue entered his mouth and he made a noise, pushing his tongue into hers with equal fervor.

Heat pooled low in her core, tangled up with adrenaline and the residual fury of the courtroom, and she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

She pulled away, before it escalated further.

“No,” Dex said, pulling her back against him. “I’m done apologizing. I said it. I meant it. You either believe me or you don’t.” He held her gaze. “And I think you do p>

She leaned back in, arms going around his neck, and kissed him harder.

At alpha speed, his hands fisted the fabric of her dress, shoving it up her thighs to her waist. Before she could register that, his pants came down.

He started to push inside of her. The burn of the stretch hurt like she was being split open.

Her eyes widened in surprise at how quick that was. He’d gone from kissing her to that and her mind was still three steps behind her body.

She stiffened. Half of her wanted it. Craved it. Needed it. The other half didn’t know what the hell she wanted.

He caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them flat against the counter behind her.

“No. You don’t get to pull away p>

Then his wolf surged, eyes turning molten.

“Submit to me p>

The words slipped out of him in his Alpha voice. One he didn’t use with Serena.

She gasped, body involuntarily responding to his command. Her spine arched against her own will and something deep and primal inside her went quiet. Obedient.

Maybe that’s what she wanted. Maybe that’s what she needed. To stop thinking and let her instincts take over.

All she knew was the whirlwind of her pent up emotions paused and she could finally breathe.

He hooked her knee over his forearm, hitching her leg higher against his hip. Then pushed deeper, her pussy stretching so tightly around him that his vision darkened.

He groaned, guttural, barely human. He was shaking. The restraint was costing him something physical, muscles locked, and she could feel through the matebond exactly how close he was to losing it entirely.

His thumbs dug into the crease where her thighs met her hips, spreading her open so obscenely that her face burned.

“Look at me,” he ordered. His hand found her chin, gripping just hard enough to hold her there.

A sound tore out of her, somewhere between a sob and a groan. It was too deep. It hurt. They’d had sex twice before. But not like this. This angle and lack of control she had was too much.

“Your tight pussy is going to swallow my cock fully. And you’re going to cum all over me p>

He pulled out slow, letting her feel every inch of the drag, and then slammed back in so hard that a whimper escaped her lips.

His hand wrapped around her throat. Not squeezing. Feeling her pulse hammer against his palm like a caged animal.

She didn’t move.

He did it again. And again. On the fourth time, he bottomed out against her fully.

Her mouth fell open in a scream, but he sealed his over hers, swallowing the sound. Then he picked up the pace. Every thrust relentlessly hitting the same spot that turned her vision to sparks and her thoughts to static.

“There it is,” Dex said under his breath, pounding into her with no control. Just pure, animalistic instinct and need. “Your perfect little cunt made just for me p>

She groaned, pain turning into pleasure that she wanted and didn’t at the same time.

“Good girl,” he rasped. The praise hit like an alpha command, detonating through her body, instant and involuntary. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. She felt his satisfaction roll through the matebond like he’d been waiting for exactly that.

To Dex’s surprise, her eyes flashed molten. Her wolf responding to his. Her wolf that was still silent. Not healed. For the first time showed herself briefly.

Dex wasn’t sure if Serena was even aware. But Aegon very much noticed and surged harder.

His grip tightened. His rhythm broke, went savage. The man was gone. What drove into her now was wolf and instinct and a thousand years of Drakenfell bloodline demanding what was his.

Serena’s body began to tense, and Dex’s thumb found her clit and ferociously rubbed.

“Dex… I think I’m p>

His eyes flared molten gold again and he grabbed her face with his other hand, forcing her to look at him.

Their eyes locked for a heartbeat.

Then every nerve in her body ignited.

An orgasm ripped through her so hard she forgot how to breathe. His hand held her chin, not letting her look away, while she writhed, thighs shaking, body clenching and spasming around him with nothing she could do to stop it.

“Milk my cock just like that,” he husked. He thrust faster, harder, until his rhythm shattered and he came with a groan that vibrated through both of them, spilling into her in hot, thick waves.

Serena’s eyes went wide. She grabbed his hand trying to move it away from her clit.

The angle and his thumb and whatever was building inside her felt different from before, and she wasn’t sure what it was. She was fighting it.

“Dex… wait p>

“No. I missed you so much, baby.” Dex said, still thrusting relentlessly.

“I missed you too,” she whispered. She more than missed him. Gods, she loved him so much it hurt.

There was a sharp knock on the door. “Serena p>

She tensed, but Dex didn’t stop pounding into her. His voice still managed to come out even. “She’ll be out in a minute p>