Chapter Fifty-Five His

The moment Nyx's lips slammed onto mine, all my anger was gone, replaced by an all-consuming need to possess Nyx. My brain short-circuited, focusing only on how Nyx's tongue played in mine. She pulled at my hair to kiss me deeper, and I felt that powerful connection between us.

I yanked my head back, "Nyx, we have to slow down. This is a serious discussion."

Nyx smiled seductively and leaned close to my ear, "I'm seriously not wearing any underwear."

Violent waves of desire crashed over me, making my dick strain against my pants. Throwing caution to the wind, I hiked up Nyx's skirt just enough to see for myself. My fingers ran over her soft skin and dipped down between her legs, circling her clit and diving into her folds. I fumbled for my last bit of sanity, pulling my body away from hers, "Give me a second; I need to think. I don't know anything about this room, and there could be cameras, hidden doors, or some shit like that."

Nyx panted, one arm gripping the back of my neck, tilting my head so I was staring into her teal eyes. They are filled with a black fire, challenging me with their need. While the other ran down my arm and guided my hand to her wet entrance. "I don't care. I need more, Ollie."

I pressed two fingers into her, swirling around as her ridged walls clamped down. Breaking eye contact, she moaned into my ear, then nibbled at the lobe. I yanked the neckline fabric of her dress down to expose her perfect breasts and pink nipples. Nyx's body is all sculpted curves and perfection. I take a deep breath, admiring the beautiful masterpiece before me. I press a kiss against her collarbone before tracing the curve of her breast with my free hand and pinching her nipple between my forefinger and thumb. I watch it stiffen and swell beneath my calloused touch. Nyx gripped my shoulders to steady herself, letting out a small moan. Her legs tremble as she begins to collapse against me.

I backed Nyx up against the wall; her breath hitched when her bare shoulder blades touched the cool wall. I looked into her eyes and saw an emotion I couldn't identify. I gently cupped her cheek. "Hey, talk to me."

Nyx's face scrunched together. The pain is evident in every line. "I can still feel his touch on me."

Images of Chad's hands on Nyx had me seeing red again. I would fucking kill him for putting that look on her face. "Please, Ollie," her pleading voice felt like an anvil on my sternum. "Erase it."

Her need for me outweighed any other thoughts. As if she were the sun and I was a planet at the mercy of her gravitational pull. I drew her flush against me as I began to nibble, kiss, and suck my way down her jaw, neck, and shoulder. I thoroughly eliminated any memory or trace of his touch or gaze from her body. She held my wrist firmly to ensure I didn't remove my hand from her again. "You're mine, Nyx. You only feel my touch. My gaze. Mine."

Nyx rode my fingers, taking what she needed from me. A tear rolled down her cheek, and I swiped it away with the pad of my thumb. She slid her free hand down my chest to my belt buckle. With a swift motion, she unclasped the belt, undid my pants, and pulled my throbbing dick out. Releasing my wrist, Nyx ran her fingers excruciatingly slowly up and down my shaft. The feather-light touch teases me and makes me harder than an iron bar. If I didn't calm down, I was going to cum before I could give her what she needed. I grunted into her neck, tracing my mark with my tongue. I wouldn't bite down, as she didn't need to spend more time healing, but Nyx bit into her lip in anticipation.

"Ollie, I'm yours. Remind me who I belong to." She guided me to her warm center and waited. I knew I needed to be inside her. I took a shaky breath, allowing myself to be present and rooted to her. She was safe in my arms. I reached up to cup her face, bringing her luscious lips to mine. We kissed with a desperate need for one another. My hips shot forward, burring my length deep in her. "You are mine. We belong to each other." I pulled out gradually, forcing her to feel the words as I repeated them every time I sunk myself in her.

Nyx looped her arms around my neck, drawing me tighter against her. I adjusted my arms around her waist to allow for a different angle. The driving rhythm pushed her to the edge of climax but left her hovering, not granting release. I felt her whimper near my ear, "I... I... Fuck Ollie, I need..."

"I know." I kissed her jawline, digging my fingers into her round ass. Her legs wrapped around my hips, which let me pump into her more demanding than before. Nyx's fingers held onto the back of my head desperately as she came undone seconds before I felt the tingling at the base of my spine as I finished, sinking tightly in her warmth with a deep-throated groan. I moved my hands from her ass and braced against the wall. I held us together, kissed her gently, and closed my eyes. There is something otherworldly about this woman. Nyx pushed my shaggy hair away from my eyes and whispered, "Thank you."

I inhale her mesmerizing scent, "I should be thanking you, my goddess."

A loud knock snapped me out of the sex-crazed fog I was in. Neal's garbled voice on the other side of the door made Nyx blush all over. Nyx's legs slowly slid away from my waist, and her heels thumped when she returned them to the floor. I kissed her again, not ready to pull away if she still needed me. Nyx wobbled on her feet when I eased a little support, so I stepped out of my pants, picked her up, and walked her over to the couch. Nyx giggled when I settled her onto the cushions. "Thanks. I don't think my legs are stable enough to support me after that."

I searched her face to see if any of that pain and fear remained. She looked at me with a smile that did not reach her eyes and whispered, "I'm okay now."

Neal knocked as if he were some law enforcement officer, and I glared at the door before returning my gaze to Nyx, "We are going to leave. I must finish a few things I wish I didn't have to."

Nyx looked at me with understanding, satisfaction, and tenderness, "I know. Is Finn going to escort me to the car? I don't want to stay here by myself."

I shook my head as Neal banged again, yelling Alpha loud enough to hear through the door. I ran a hand down my face, "I swear to the goddess I'll kill him if he bangs on that door one more time!"

Nyx giggled, then pushed my shoulder, "Go. I'm okay now. I just want to go home. Please have them give me a few minutes to straighten myself, though."

I studied her face a few moments longer to ensure she was okay. Then I walked over to where my pants sat and snatched them off the floor. I unlocked and threw open the door just enough that only I would be visible. Neal, Hugo, and Andrew stood in the hallway with various expressions--none of which had anything to do with my lack of clothing--showing their thoughts. My expression turned murderous as my mind focused on the following tasks. I stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me. I pull on my pants and look sternly at Hugo, "Where were you?"

His blank expression faltered with regret for only a fraction of a second, "Rory got too drunk, so I was escorting her to one of our cars to take her home."

I turned my murderous rage toward Neal, "Aurora needs her own security detail. Hugo's attention will never be split again."

Neal met my gaze with a look that told me it was already taken care of. Then he glanced back at the door, "Does Luna need anything?"

"Give Nyx a minute to herself, then escort her to the car," I said directly to Hugo, ignoring Neal's question. Hugo stepped to the side of the door. "Andrew, were you able to catch that bastard or his mother?"

Neal's voice lowered, "Alpha, they have escaped through an old tunnel system."

"They were not invited. Someone still loyal to your father must have shown them the way." Andrew's lips turned up in disgust. An instant understanding that only a select few know of the tunnel system passed between us. The evil that was my father still reared its ugly head so often I was left wondering if his death had been worth it. Then, images of the innocents he murdered carousel around my head, reminding me of my purpose.

I slowed my stride as Finn's figure came into view. He sat on a bench in the hallway, hunched over with his head in his hands. I stopped completely when his angsty face turned up toward me. Finn was instantly on his feet, taking shaky steps, "Alpha. Is she okay?"

I scanned Finn's body, looking for the cause of his slow walk. Finn bowed slightly before me, attempting to hide his torso by pulling the sides together as if he were going to button his jacket. The way his suit jacket was undone, I saw a glimpse of the white dress shirt underneath. Finn's face was tight with pain, and his fingers shook so hard the button slipped from his grasp. I grabbed the edge of his jacket, yanked it open, and saw the dark red stain on his side. Finn tried to jerk out of my hold, but I ripped his shirt up, revealing an open gash. Finn's jaw set, and his eyes met mine, "It's nothing, Alpha."

"Bernie stabbed you," I stated. Finn looked away, knowing I wasn't asking, and attempted again to pull away from me. I held him in place, examining his slashed flesh. The wound was still bleeding. It was so deep that I could only assume the blade was poisoned in some way. This explains why Finn struggled to separate from Bernie to put himself between Chad and Nyx. I let go of Finn and directed my command toward Neal, "Get him cleaned up."

"Alpha, I'm fine." Finn tried to say, but I moved past him toward my next goal. I needed to get this shit done so I could get back to Nyx. Andrew and I rounded the corner where Bernie and Chad had escaped through the wall. I stared down the dimly lit tunnel, taking in the scents there. Andrew bounced nervously. When I turned toward him, I caught the smell immediately.

I growled, making Andrew flinch, "Darius."