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I can’t take it anymore. I sit up, unbuckle my pants, and drag my zipper down. My cock is so fucking hard, I might explode. “Sit up,” I command.

She swallows down whatever fear that growl just caused, and then pushes her hands against the bed so she can scoot up and rest her shoulders against the headboard.

I stand up on the bed and then jump, my bare feet landing silently on the cold cave floor. I drop my pants and wish I could turn the lights on and watch her face when I slip my boxer briefs down my legs and let my cock spring free.

But we need the darkness right now. It’s the only thing protecting me.

I walk back over to the bed and grab the hem of her jeans. “Unbutton and unzip,” I say. I can’t hear her heart, but with every passing minute that we reconnect who and what we are to each other, I can feel it. I can feel her anticipation and her fear. Her excitement and her need.

“Done,” she says quietly.

I pull hard and her pants come sliding down her legs. “Take off the rest and then put your hands up against the wall,” I say. Her hips lift up as she slides her panties down, and then her knees bend and I’m wishing for the lights again.

Her panties go flying past my shoulder and I let off a little grunt of a laugh. “You think you’re cute—”

“I did what you asked,” she says. “Now you have to do something for me. Take off your gloves.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t ever take them off.”

“Liar. You have to shower.”

“You’re not in charge here, Molly. I am.” It might piss her off, but I don’t want to go there yet. I just want this one time where we don’t have to think about who and what I’ve become since she last saw me. “So don’t start acting like you are. I’ve got you down in a cave, on my bed, and naked. If there’s any doubt about why you’re here, you better get up and walk out now. Because in five seconds I’m gonna fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. I’m gonna make you my prisoner. I’m gonna keep you here until I’m good and satisfied. And if I ever let you leave, I’m going to expect a date and time when you’ll be back. And do you know why I’m gonna do all that?”

“Because you’re my Alpha.”

“No,” I growl. Goddamn her. “Because I love you.” She sucks in some air through her teeth. “I love you. I loved you so fucking much when we were kids, it killed me, Molly. It fucking killed me inside each time they brought you to the lab.”

“I loved you too,” she says. “You were the only good thing in my life.”

“I hurt you. They made me hurt you and I’m sorry.”

“They made me hurt you too. We couldn’t stop that. We were just children. Just let it go, Lincoln. Please don’t look at me and see the past. I’m not holding a grudge.”

“And now what do you feel?”

“I feel like my soul was ripped apart and now it’s whole again.”

“Molly,” I say, lowering myself to the bed and crawling up, my knees on either side of her legs. I stop and sit on her thighs, pinning her down. “I will never hurt you again. You never have to fear me, Molly. Ever.” I hold her face, wanting her to believe me. “Do you believe me?”

Her eyes go wide as the implications of what I just told her sink in. “I believe you.”

“But I want to take you hard right now. I’ve thought about you constantly since I took you home that first day. I’ve thought about this.” I lean down and take her face in my hands and I kiss her. I bite her lip and then her tongue, making her squeal. “I want to fuck you sore. I want to—”

“Jesus Christ, Lincoln. Just do it.”

I want to laugh. I want to laugh and hold her tight and promise that everything is OK. Everything will be OK from now on. But I can’t. I can’t allow myself to believe that until she knows the whole truth. And if I don’t believe it, she won’t either.

So I grab her hair, sit up straight, and ease her face towards my cock. Her hands come off the wall, ready to grip me. But I say, “Put them back. Now.”

She looks up at me, her eyes wide in the dim computer light. But she obeys. She reaches for the headboard, needing something to hold onto, even if it isn’t me.

I don’t give her any more time to think, just thrust her mouth over my cock and hold her there. I’m not all the way inside her, but enough to know she’s not going to be able to take me the way I like it. “Easy,” I say. “Relax. I’ll go slow, I promise. I’ll go slow.”

Her lips wrap around my shaft, sealing against my skin as she sucks. My head falls back and I open my mouth to groan. “Yeah, do that again.”

She hums, her little moans vibrating against my cock, and that’s it, man. I’m about to lose control and break my promise. All I want is to shove myself in deeper and come down her throat.

She gags and pulls back, gasping for breath, bringing me back to my senses. I grab her hands and throw her down on the bed sideways, and then position myself behind her. I reach in front and find her pussy wet and waiting as I begin to stroke her clit in small slow circles. She bucks her back against my chest.

“More,” she whines. “I need you, Alpha.”

I’m not even capable of correcting her about the name. My mind is blown with desire to take her. My other hand reaches down for my cock so I can position it up against her ass. I let go and grab her leg, thrusting it up to give myself room, and then she reaches down and pushes on my tip until I find her pussy.

“Jesus Christ, I want to fuck you hard.”

“Do it, Alpha. Do it and make me come. Make me come like I’ve been waiting for it my whole life.”

We moan together when I finally slip inside her wet folds and this makes me reach around and grab her throat. She gasps, and I go still. “I won’t hurt you,” I whisper.

“I don’t care if you do,” she replies. “Give it to me the way you like it, Alpha. Just give it to me now.”

I thrust hard, making her yelp, the wave of inhibition sickness building inside me so I have to ease up. I can’t even fuck her the way I want because of the shit they did.

“Don’t think about them, Lincoln.” I know she says my real name to snap me back. And that’s enough for now. She knows this is the real me. She knows me better than anyone, and no amount of time apart will ever be able to take that away.

I ease inside her deeper, going slow, and this time everything goes blank. The past fades. The present blinks out like a light. And the future is so far away from where I’m at right now, I don’t give one fuck about the consequences of this night.

Or what I’m about to do.

Because I want her. I want her now and I want her forever.

So I reach down and play with her clit as I growl, “My Omega.”

And she says, “Yours.”

One word. I am undone. One word that might change my life forever. One word that might ruin everything. One word.

She has so much power over me and she doesn’t even know it.

I take her slowly, back and forth. Long pulls and deep pushes. And then I go faster. Short bursts back and forth. She presses her ass against me, asking for it. Begging me for it until she screams my name. Her pussy clamps against my cock like a vice and I fuck her until everything explodes.

Because I love You

Because I Love You

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Molly

Lincoln pulls me close and our hearts race with the aftermath of lovemaking.

How quickly life changes. Before I came into this cave I was alone and now I feel like maybe… I mean, I know it’s stupid—he’s crazy, and even though we were so close as kids, we’ve been apart for fifteen years—but I really feel like I have a partner. My memories are still blurred. Not quite fitting together properly, like trying to fit the wrong piece in a puzzle. But the basics are there. He is the only reason I lived. I have always known that there was something missing inside me.

“I’m gonna keep you here,” he says in a low grumble that tells me he’s thinking of falling asleep. “Women don’t need to work. They belong barefoot in the Batcave.” I turn my head a little to try to see his face over my shoulder and he starts laughing. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to be Alpha. That’s who he is.”

I snuggle up to his chest and a smile leaks out. “You’re wrong. I know I don’t remember as much as you, but I remember enough to know you’d be good to me.”

“Hold that thought, gun girl. Just hold onto it until morning. Because I’m dead tired and we still have a lot to talk about. But I’m definitely not gonna think about that until I get some sleep, wake up, and fuck you one more time.”

God. I could almost go again right now. He’s so fucking hot. His arms are like cannons. Iron-hard biceps that wrap me up and make me feel safe and protected. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as relaxed as I do right now. His chest and abs are corded muscle. Deep valleys and granite hills that make me feel safe from everything I’ve ever feared.

“Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up.”

“I promise,” I whisper, my eyes heavy and my body satisfied. “Everything can wait until tomorrow.”

“That’s my girl,” he mumbles.

He drifts off soon after, but sleep eludes me. My mind is too busy to give in right now. My whole life is flashing before my eyes. All the good, and there was a lot of that. I was loved by the Masters family. And I was cared for like I was their own daughter.

Will was my best friend all growing up. We were five years apart and I loved him so much. A part of me wonders if I didn’t unconsciously remember what Alpha meant to me. If I didn’t replace Lincoln with Will. Both older, both fearless, both looking out for me.

But Will’s death destroyed me. It was bad enough after our dad died. The show fell apart, of course. My mother fell into a deep, deep depression and she did things. Horrible things. Like mess up the bikes so we’d crash. Will and I both did during practice. But it was so apparent that the bikes had been tampered with, it led the safety manager straight to her. She threw a fit, yelled and screamed. They had to drug her to calm her down. And the next day I found her sprawled out in a pool of blood in her trailer and that was it for the Masters family in the circus. Finding lost girls who needed help was one thing, but a dead body would not be good for the business. And every once in a while there’d be social workers nosing around trying to find out if any of the show kids were being abused or worked too hard.

I was already a teenager by then, so no one was worried about me. But there were other kids. And the same day that my mother tried to take her own life, one showed up.

It was either get her professional help or the social worker was going to open an investigation on all the kids. Will and I agreed, of course. My mother needed help. But once she went into the institution, she only got worse. And that’s the real reason I took the job in Cathedral City. I want to help her, I just haven’t had the courage to go over there and see her yet. I have never visited. Will and I were too busy surviving after things fell apart.

Once I turned eighteen Will and I drifted apart because he got into racing. I sigh into the darkness. I was so stupid to let him do that. But Will was the one in control, not me. He was my rock. Even after my father died, he was still my rock. I never worried about him. I justified my father’s death. He was older. He took a few risks to make the show better and he lost.

But Will was always so rational. I guess I counted on that. I counted on him to hold us together and then he went and got himself killed.