Yes. This was what Maddox wanted. All he ever wanted.
He dove in for more, tasting, and licking, and sucking the delicate nub of her clit between his teeth. His ears echoed with the staccato beat of her heart, growing faster and harder with every motion of his tongue.
Fuck, she tasted like heaven. Every bit as amazing as he'd imagined.
And she sounded just as good too. Above him on the mattress, she panted and moaned, her soft cries tinged with frustration as she struggled against her bonds.
He could practically taste how badly she wanted to touch him. To let her hands and fingers explore his body. It was an omega's primal desire to take her alpha inside her.
It was the reflection of his own need, the answer to his body's call. Every cell of his being raged to enter her. To fill her. To knot her. To claim her completely.
But just as he'd been denied for so long, he was now denying her.
Maddox gave her pussy one last swipe with his tongue. Justice never tasted so sweet.
Somehow Maddox managed to pull himself away from between her legs and prop himself above her. Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, stared up at him.
"Please," she gasped, her voice tremulous with emotion. She was asking him both for mercy and release. Her primal instincts eclipsed reason, obliterating all of her reservations and fears and objections.
She was begging him to show her want she needed.
In that instant, Maddox saw her with total clarity for the first time. Hope was a woman who had no idea what she was feeling. Who didn't know what she wanted. An omega who had been through her first heat but still hadn't felt the touch of her alpha.
Maddox couldn't take it any longer.
He slid the tip of his cock along her pussy, back and forth, creating delicious friction and covering him in her slick.
Hope squirmed beneath him. Her golden skin flushed with every movement.
"Please," she begged again.
Maddox would have teased her more, would have pushed her body to the very limits of what she could endure—all in the name of justice, he told himself—but he was already there himself.
He gave in and drove his cock against the hollow of her opening.
Hope gasped, and Maddox gritted his teeth as he sunk into the glorious heat of her pussy. He didn't go far. He couldn't.
She was so amazingly tight. The inner walls of her pussy resisted his intrusion, but her body didn't put up much of a fight. He felt her shudder as he pulled back, arching up against him, reclaiming him. And again, as he pushed back in.
With every stroke, Hope's body opened to him, answered him, echoed his rhythm.
Only for him.
Cries of pleasure filled his cabin, echoing off the walls as Maddox plowed into his omega again and again.
Her begging sharpened into indistinct cries as orgasms began to wrack her body. Slick flowed over Maddox's cock and soaked the mattress beneath them. The muscles inside her clenched and squeezed his shaft.
But it still wasn't enough, even as one orgasm followed another, turning Hope into a keening siren. Maddox wanted more. His own pleasure and need built higher and higher. The tension surpassed anything he had ever known.
He had no idea how much time had passed since his first thrust. He only knew that his body had entered a new, dangerous state, surviving on the taste of her slick and the sound of her begging as his need swelled and morphed.
After what might have been an eternity and might have been no time at all, Maddox felt a heaviness at the base of his shaft that was both new and somehow familiar, sensation reaching a peak he hadn't dreamed was possible.
He seized the fabric of the mattress in his fists, tearing it. A roar tore from his chest as he lost himself inside her. His knot swelled, pressing the walls of Hope's pussy to their limit.
Her back arched and her breasts flattened against his chest. She screamed his name as she shuddered around him.
Come flew from his cock, filling her. Again and again, wave after wave, their bodies locked together by the force of his knot.
As he drove home the last thrust, Maddox felt it.
The sharp sting of her teeth against his shoulder. The sublime pain of her claiming bite tearing into his skin.
Maddox's roar of satisfaction tore through the room. It shook the ground under the cabin, sending every creature for miles fleeing in fear.
As Hope released him, gasping for breath, Maddox lowered his head and claimed her back, his teeth in her flesh, her blood mixing with his.
It was done.
Hope was his.
And no one would ever take her away.
Chapter Nine
The room was filled with sunlight when Hope woke up. For the first time in days—in five days to be exact—her wrists and ankles weren't bound by thick rope.
Maddox must have untied her sometime in the night. Just like he'd promised he would.
I spent five days tied up for you. Now you're going to spend five days tied up for me.
He'd called it justice, but Hope didn't have a word for what she'd experienced during a week strapped to an alpha's bed.
Of course, there had been sex. So much mind-blowing sex that Hope could only pray that her legs would still work. But that hadn't been all Maddox had done.
He'd also taken care of her—feeding her, washing her body, seeing to all of her needs. Maybe he'd only done those things because he needed to keep her alive to keep fucking her.
But, no. Hope discarded the thought as soon as it floated into her head. There had been a tenderness in his touch. At moments it had bordered on kindness. Even affection.
But more than all of that, he'd been good to his word. After five intense days of marathon-style screwing, he'd freed her…and disappeared apparently.
Hope rubbed her wrists as she sat up. She scanned the room, but
