6. You're Ours Now🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Chapter 6

"Look at you," Cassian murmured, his hand sliding around to cup my breast while still pounding into me from behind. "Taking everything I give you. Such a good little kitten."

The praise shouldn't have affected me, but it did. My tenth orgasm built slowly, creeping up on me until it exploded without warning. I cried out, my entire body going rigid as pleasure crashed through me.

Cassian pulled me up against his chest, one arm banding across my breasts, the other coming up to wrap around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, possessive. He was still buried deep inside me, and from this angle, I could feel every thick inch.

His lips brushed my shoulder, then my neck, pressing kisses to the claiming marks there. The gesture was so tender, so at odds with the chokehold and the brutal way he'd been fucking me, that I didn't know what to think.

"You're mine now," he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with emotion I couldn't name. "All of ours. Do you understand?"

I nodded shakily, unable to speak with his arm around my throat.

His grip loosened slightly. "Say it," he commanded.

"I'm... I'm yours," I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming.

"Good girl."

He released me suddenly, and I fell forward onto the bed. Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me onto my back again. I looked up at him, exhausted, overwhelmed, barely able to keep my eyes open.

But what I saw in his face made my breath catch. Raw hunger, yes, but also something softer. His gaze roamed over me—taking in my tear-stained face, my trembling body, the marks covering my skin—and for just a moment, I saw tenderness flicker in those brown eyes.

Then it was gone, replaced by that familiar sneer.

"One more time, kitten," he said, his voice gentler than before. "Give me one more."

"I can't," I sobbed. "Cassian, please, I really can't..."

He leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that was surprisingly soft. "You can," he murmured against my mouth. "For me. Just one more."

His hand slid down my body, finding my clit, and despite everything, despite being fucked into oblivion, my body responded. He worked me gently this time, his touch almost reverent, while his cock slid in and out of me with deep, measured strokes.

"That's it," he encouraged, his forehead pressing against mine. "Let go for me, kitten. One last time."

The orgasm built slowly, sweetly, so different from all the others. When it finally washed over me, it was gentle, rolling through me in waves of pure bliss. I cried out softly, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders, and to my surprise, he let me.

Cassian followed me over the edge, his release spilling into me with a groan that sounded almost pained. He stayed inside me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his face buried in my neck.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, could feel his breath hot on my skin. His arms came around me, holding me close, and I realized with shock that he was... cuddling me.

Then, as if realizing what he was doing, he pulled away abruptly and rolled off me.

I lay there, completely spent, my body aching, trembling, marked inside and out. I could feel their cum leaking from me, could feel the bruises forming, the claiming bites throbbing on my throat.

I should have felt disgusted. Violated.

But all I felt was... claimed. Owned. And the most terrifying part was that some dark, primal part of me liked it.

Magnus appeared at the edge of my vision, a warm cloth in his hand. Without a word, he began cleaning me gently, wiping away the evidence of what they'd done. Daemon brought water, helping me sit up enough to drink.

And Cassian... Cassian watched from across the room, his brown eyes never leaving me, that same unreadable expression on his face.

"Rest now, omega," Magnus said, his voice surprisingly soft. "You'll need your strength."

"Why?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

A dark smile curved his lips. "Because tomorrow, we start all over again."