This was what he had so desperately wanted. This was what he'd been missing.
But there was more.
Ty stiffened as she hungrily tongued him while still hanging upside down from his arm. Wet heat washed over the head of his cock. Swirls of pleasure radiated through him as she laved the sides of his shaft. He could feel her—hear her—trying to take him inside her mouth, but she couldn't make him fit.
Instead, she worked him with her hands. Her palms urgently stroking him, long and hard, trying to keep up with his merciless tempo.
Yes.
She needed him. Just as much as he needed her. They needed to make each other explode. Needed to make each other come over and over again.
The omega's breath grew faster as her entire body writhed against him. Ty could feel the tension building inside her, the tight bounds of ecstasy about to break.
She pumped him harder, faster, wordlessly begging him to come with her. Closing his lips around her clit, he sucked the sensitive nub of flesh into his mouth, rubbing it roughly with his tongue.
The omega's whole body shook. Her mouth and hands worked his cock frantically until she shattered in his arms, crying out in pure release. A fresh wave of slick ran down Ty's chin and chest. The taste alone was enough to take him over the edge with her.
His balls tightened and pulsed. Thick jets of come sprayed out, as the most intense pleasure Ty had ever felt ripped through his body. His legs trembled. His head fell back as he roared in triumph.
Moments later, feeling more thoroughly spent than ever in his life, Ty let his full weight fall back against the wall. He cradled the omega's languid body in his arms and gently righted her.
This time she didn't fight him. All the tension had been wrung from her muscles. The last vestiges of fear had drained away. Her eyelids drifted down.
The force of her orgasm had exhausted her.
She sleepily wrapped her hands around his neck, her cheek against his chest. There was no more talk about what was or wasn't possible.
There was only them now.
Together.
Chapter Three
Even on the best days, Mia hated mornings.
She groaned as painful shards of daylight stabbed through her eyelids, thinking that her roommate must have opened the blinds again.
Eyes squeezed shut, she felt around the top of the bed, looking for something to pull over her head to block out the light. Her hand landed against something plush and soft. A pillow. Perfect. She grabbed it and pressed it over her face.
In an instant, glorious darkness returned.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Mia tucked her arms back under her blanket and curled up on her side. She just needed five more minutes of sleep before math class.
Okay, maybe ten.
If she skipped the cafe on her way through campus, she could still make it with plenty of time.
Mia shifted her shoulders and hips against the mattress. It felt different this morning. Cozy, and soft, and actually comfortable—words no one ever used to describe a dorm room twin bed. But there was more to it than that.
She kicked out her leg and was shocked when her foot slid over the vast expanse of the mattress instead of jutting out into the cold morning air.
Imagining she her bed had somehow become more comfortable during the night was one thing, but believing that it had actually grown…
An uncomfortable feeling took root in Mia's stomach. Visions of the terrible nightmares she'd had last night flashed in her mind. Nasty dreams.
And so vivid. Dreams of Dustin prying her from the car, of Josh speeding away down the road, of a giant alpha chasing after her and…
And catching her.
Oh shit.
Mia squeezed her eyes shut as hard as she could. It had to be a dream. It had to. Not that she was about to open her eyes and find out for sure. Hell, no. As long as she kept her eyes closed, she could keep pretending she was still asleep. That she was safe in her bed, and this was all a dream.
But with each passing second, she was growing more awake and aware. Mia tucked herself into a little ball, trying to keep reality at bay, but when she pulled in her legs, a shot of pain ran through her body.
Her knee.
The injury brought her back to reality in an instant.
Hot tears pricked at Mia's eyes as she pulled the pillow away from her head and opened her eyes.
Bright sunlight poured in through a window on the far wall. Through the pane of glass, she could see the tips of towering pine trees swaying in the wind against the clear blue sky.
There was only one place the trees grew that tall.
The Boundarylands.
Mia wrapped her fingers around the edge of the blanket and gripped it to her chest. Her naked chest.
Her mouth fell open as all those memories came flooding back—the alpha's body so hard against her skin, his tongue lapping at her, his come shooting into her mouth.
Then Josh's words replayed in her mind: You'll just fuck him like the little slut you are.
Red, hot shame lit up her cheeks. The terrible feeling spread through her whole body. Dear God, Josh was right—every horrible thing he'd said about her was true.
She hadn't lasted a full hour in the Boundarylands before she'd ended up with a cock in her mouth.
Mia tried to suck in a breath, but a sob came out instead. Tears stung her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
What was she going to do?
She was going to get the hell out of here, that's what.
Fresh resolve filled her chest at the thought. Looking frantically around the room, Mia spotted her dress draped over the back of a chair. It looked like it had been through hell, dirty and torn.
Just like her.
Slowly pushing the covers off her body, she closed her eyes and focused on listening to the sounds around her. Just outside the window, she could make out a songbird chirping,
