Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(58)

He clicks his tongue at me, like he’s reading my mind, and then he grabs the shampoo, takes a seat on the bench and points to the tile floor. “Kneel, gun girl.”

“Bike boy,” I say. “Will that be your superhero name?”

“Alpha,” he growls back. “If you’re going to make me into your hero, it will be Alpha. Everything I do comes back to Alpha.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” I say, wetting my head and body under the hot water and then kneeling between his legs. But my protest is half-hearted at best, because I can’t take my eyes off his rock-hard dick. He squeezes some shampoo onto my head and begins to massage his fingers through my hair.





Chapter Thirty-Five - Lincoln




She looks up at me from her submissive position on the floor, my cock pointing at her mouth, and never in all my years did I think I’d have my Omega so ready and willing. My fingertips move softly through her hair, the shampoo smelling of flowers and sweetness. The bubbles froth up and cover her scalp. “Suck me, Molly.”

Her mouth opens and I catch a glimpse of her pink tongue. It’s the same color as her * was under the light of my hands last night. She eases forward, eager, but not rushing it, and then her lips wrap around my shaft and she starts to suck. Her eyes are upturned, trained on mine. And the water from the shower head is hitting her in the back of the neck, spraying water onto her face. I watch it run down her cheeks like tears and have a moment of regret.

This day might not end well, but it’s certainly going to start out as perfection.

I continue massaging as her head bobs back and forth. Her tongue flattens out along my shaft and I allow myself a moment of pleasure. No pain this time. Only pleasure. But then my desire overcomes me, and I begin to urge her to take me deeper.

She makes a noise when I hit the back of her throat, but she keeps going.

Fuck.

I take one hand off her head and reach under to grab my balls, forcing them up against her chin. She gags, but I’m getting lost in her. I’m getting swept away by who and what she is, what she means to me, and what we are together. “Molly,” I say. “Yes, baby.”

She swallows, her throat constricting against my cock, and I let my head fall back against the field wall.

“Mmmmm,” she moans.

I want to hold out, I really do. But f*ck it. I’m gonna take her * next. I need that * before this day starts to remind me that my life was not a waste. That I didn’t give it to some corporation or waste it on revenge and death.

“Deeper,” I moan. “Just a little bit—”

She practically dives into me, the tip of my cock crashing against her palate. She hums and swallows my thick, hard length, and it’s over.

I fill her mouth with my come. It spills out of her lips, and just when I think she will pull away and tell me it’s over, she sucks hard, her eyes only on me. Her mind only on me.

And then she swallows, over and over, until every drop is gone.





Chapter Thirty-Six - Molly




I pull away, the water rushing down my face and sweeping his come down my chin with the white frothy bubbles from my hair. I am covered in shampoo and draped in lust. “More,” I say. “I want you inside me so bad, Lincoln.”

He growls, stands, and pulls me to my feet. “Your wish,” he says, but never finishes the statement. Because he reaches around, grabs my ass, and lifts me up, dragging my throbbing * along his made-of-steel abs.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “I can’t take it.” I squeeze his hips with my knees, and he hikes me up a little more, the tip of his cock rubbing up against my clit. He’s almost hard for me again.

I have never in my life felt so desirable, never felt so complete and never been in so much agony, just wishing to be roughed up and f*cked hard.

He slaps my ass, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. I give a little shriek, but I don’t sense that he’s hurting from my outburst, so he’s reading my pleasure and I’m better able to accept his pain.

He reaches up and twists one of my nipples, but his gloves are still on. “Take those off,” I say. And it’s not a request. It’s a demand. I wait to see what his reaction will be. And for a moment he has a questioning look on his face as he considers my break from submission.

But then he shifts my body and raises his fingers to my mouth. “Bite,” he says.

I take the leather between my teeth and find a bit to bite into, then he pulls his hand away, releasing the glove a little. He does it again, and again, until all the fingers are loose. I spit the glove out and then his fingers are inside, pushing on my tongue. I wrap my lips around them, and he begins pumping them in and out. My tongue slides along his fingers like they are an extension of his dick. I can feel his cock growing against my *, and I’m so ready. He removes his fingers and reaches around to grab my ass cheek. Shit, I want him in my ass again too. “Just f*ck me,” I moan.

He leans forward, pressing me against the cold, hard tile, and then he draws back, finds my opening and pushes inside. I grip his shoulders. His muscles bulge, his shoulders so broad and strong. He’s a massive force of a man. Everything about him is solid steel.

It’s everything. Having him inside me is everything. I hike my knees up and then wrap my legs around his waist as he rocks back and forth. Slow at first. “Too slow,” I say. “Fuck me harder. Please,” I beg.