breaking point

Chapter 10: Breaking Point

[Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, drug-induced loss of control]

Lucian carried her to the car. Her body burned against his chest. Each breath she took hit his neck. Hot. Fast. Desperate.

He opened the door. Started to lower her onto the seat.

She shoved his hands away. Hard.

"Off." Her fingers clawed at her dress straps. "Get it off. Now."

She yanked. The fabric ripped. Slid down her shoulders. Down her chest. Bunched at her waist.

Black lace bra. Flushed skin. Sweat dripping between her breasts.

Lucian's breath stopped.

Before he could move, she climbed onto his lap. Straddled him. Her knees slammed into the leather seat on either side of his hips. Her bare thighs wrapped around him. Squeezed.

Heat. Everywhere. Burning through his pants.

"Can't breathe." Her voice cracked. "Lucian, I can't—I'm on fire."

Her mouth crashed onto his throat. Wet. Open. She dragged her tongue up his neck. Sucked hard enough to bruise. Her teeth scraped his skin.

Her hips rolled forward.

Lucian's hands shot to her waist. Gripped. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave marks.

"Don't move."

She moved again. Ground down against him. Slow. Deliberate. Her head fell back. A moan ripped from her throat.

His cock went rock hard. Instantly. Painfully. Straining against his zipper. Right where she pressed against him.

"Feel that?" She ground down again. Harder. "Feel what you do to me?"

"Amara. Stop."

"No." She grabbed his hand. Yanked it up. Pressed his palm flat against her breast. "Touch me."

The lace was thin. He felt everything. The weight of her breast. The hard peak of her nipple. The way her chest heaved with each breath.

His fingers flexed. Squeezed.

She moaned. The sound went straight to his cock.

"Yes." Her hips moved faster now. Grinding. Seeking friction. "More. Lucy, please. More."

Her mouth found his jaw. His cheek. The corner of his lips. She kissed him everywhere. Frantic. Hungry. Her breath came in gasps between each kiss.

Lucian's control started to crack. His hand on her breast squeezed harder. His other hand slid down. Gripped her ass. Pulled her tighter against him.

She whimpered. Rocked harder against his cock.

He could feel how wet she was. Through his pants. Through whatever she wore underneath. Soaking through.

His wolf snarled. Take her. She's ours. Claim her. Now.

No. Not like this.

He grabbed her arms. Lifted her off him. Her legs kicked. She fought him. He forced her into the passenger seat. Her back hit the leather hard.

He yanked the seatbelt across her body. Clicked it. Locked.

"Stay."

Her hands dropped immediately. Slid down her stomach. Between her thighs. She pressed her legs together. Her hips lifted off the seat. Rolled.

"Hurts." Her head thrashed against the headrest. "Lucian, it hurts so bad."

Her hand moved. Pressed against herself through her dress. Her fingers rubbed. Her thighs squeezed tight around her own hand.

"Fuck." The word ripped from his throat.

He watched her hand move. Watched her hips roll. Watched her back arch off the seat.

His cock throbbed. Pre-cum leaked. Soaked through his boxers.

"Amara." His voice came out guttural. Raw. "Stop touching yourself. Right now."

Her hand moved faster.

"Can't." Her eyes were closed. Her mouth open. "Can't stop. Need to—need to—"

He grabbed both her wrists. Yanked them up. She fought him. Strong. Wild. He used the excess seatbelt. Wrapped it around her wrists. Tied them to the headrest.

Tight enough she couldn't break free. Not tight enough to hurt.

"No!" She pulled against the restraint. Her body twisted. "Lucian, please! I need—"

"I know what you need." He started the car. The engine roared. "You're not getting it like this."

He slammed the car into gear. Peeled out of the parking lot. Tires screamed against asphalt.

She writhed in the seat next to him. Her body wouldn't stay still. Couldn't. The drug owned her now.

Her back arched. Her hips rolled. Every bump in the road made her gasp. Made her moan.

She spread her legs. As wide as the dress would let her. Her thighs trembled. Her hips thrust up into nothing.

"Touch me." She turned her head toward him. Eyes glazed. Desperate. "Lucian, please. Your fingers. Your mouth. Your cock. Anything. I'll do anything."

His hands strangled the steering wheel. The leather creaked under his grip.

He looked at her. At her spread legs. At the way her dress had ridden up her thighs. At the wet spot visible on her underwear.

His cock jerked. Leaked more.

He could pull over. Right now. Climb into the back seat with her. Rip that dress off. Tear her underwear away. Bury himself inside her. Feel how tight she was. How wet. How hot.

She'd beg him for it. Thank him for it. Come screaming on his cock.

The speedometer hit ninety.

He ran two red lights.

His garage door was still opening when he pulled in. He didn't wait. Drove through. The door scraped the roof of the car.

He didn't care.

He cut the engine. Freed her wrists. She lunged at him before he finished unbuckling her.

Her arms locked around his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her mouth attacked his throat. Biting. Sucking. Marking him.

"Now." She ground against his stomach. "Right here. Right now. Fuck me in this car."

He lifted her. Carried her. She was light. Too light. Her body shook against him. Trembled.

He kicked open the bathroom door. Reached into the shower. Turned both knobs.

All the way left. Full cold.

He stepped in with her. Still dressed. Still wrapped around him.

Ice water hit them.

She screamed. Her whole body jerked. But she didn't let go. Her legs stayed locked around him. Her arms stayed tight.

"Cold." She pressed against him. Her teeth chattered. "So cold."

"I know." He held her under the spray. "I'm sorry."

The water soaked through his shirt. His pants. His shoes. Her ruined dress clung to her like plastic wrap. Her hair plastered to her face. Her neck. Her shoulders.

She shivered violently. But her hips still moved. Still ground against him. Slower now. Weaker. But still seeking.

"Please." Her voice was barely audible over the water. "Lucian, please."

Her hands moved down his chest. Down his stomach. Reached for his belt.

He caught her wrists. Pinned them above her head against the tile wall. The cold water poured over them. Over her arms. Her face. Her chest.

"No."

"Need you." Her eyes were starting to flutter. Opening. Closing. "Need... inside..."

Her words slurred. Her body went heavier in his arms.

"Shh." He held her up. Kept her wrists pinned. "It's okay. Let go."

"Don't... wanna..." Her eyes closed. Opened halfway. Closed again. "Lucian..."

Her body went limp.

She'd passed out.

Her full weight dropped against him. Her head lolled onto his shoulder. Her arms hung loose above her head where he held her wrists.

Her legs started to slip from around his waist.

He caught her. Lowered her carefully to the shower floor. Knelt beside her. The cold water pounded on his back. On her.

He checked her pulse. Strong. Steady. Her breathing was even.

She was out cold.

Thank fuck.

Lucian sat back against the tile wall. Water streamed over him. Over her unconscious body beside him.

His cock was still hard. Still aching. Still straining against his soaked pants.

His hands shook. His whole body shook.

He'd been seconds away. Seconds from losing control completely. From taking her against that wall. From giving her exactly what she'd begged for.

From destroying everything.

He looked at her. Water ran over her face. Her ruined makeup. Her torn dress. She looked so small. So vulnerable.

His mate.

He reached out. Brushed wet hair off her face. His hand trembled.

"I've got you." He said it to her unconscious form. A promise. A vow. "You're safe. I'll always keep you safe."

Even from himself.

He stood. Turned off the water. Stripped off his soaked clothes. Grabbed towels. Dried her carefully. Respectfully. Removed her wet dress. Her bra. Left her underwear on.

He wrapped her in his bathrobe. Carried her to his bed. Laid her down gently. Covered her with blankets.

Then he went back to the bathroom. Turned the shower on again.

Full cold.

And stood under it until his cock finally went down. Until his hands stopped shaking. Until he could breathe again.

It took an hour.