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“Don’t run.”
The words were so quiet I could barely hear them.
And I didn’t obey.
I sprinted for the dark hallway that led to the locker rooms and heard theroarbehind me. He was so fucking fast. I’d made it into the black mouth of the tunnel and no further when he pinned me to the wall, a hand around my throat.
The look on his face was beyond feral now. It was wild and wicked. Something more than before. Even his voice was rougher. “Use your safe word.”
“No.”
He pushed me into the wall a little harder. “Use yourfucking safe word.”
Why was he pushing for that? Everything?—
He was going into rut. If I didn’t safe word, he wouldn’t be able to stop. The rules were different with ruts. If I ran now, it was consent.
“Let me go,” I said evenly.
Bastian took one breath, and then another, forcing himself to release me and step backward.
But the thing was, even though I was exhausted, aching, and covered in them, I craved this too. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to be taken.
“Use your safe word,” he said again, a little quieter.
Smiling, I reached up and slid the straps of the bra off my shoulders, unhooked it and dropped it to the floor between us. His gaze followed it to the floor, which gave me what I needed—his eyes off me. “No.”
I sprinted up the arena stairs. There was no way to make it far. He was too close and too far gone. The very air changed as he closed in on me and caught me at the first landing.
I wasn’t even sure how I got to the ground, only that I found myself there, Bastian wrapped around me so thoroughly there was no pain. On my back, legs over his shoulders, and nothing between us.
Both of his hands ringed my neck, pinning me to the floor. Even in rut he wasn’t fully out of control. I grabbed his arms, needing to hold something, anything, as he rutted me.
Unhinged. Raw. Almost too much. And somehow not enough.
When the pleasure came it was sharp, like lightning. My back arched, scraping on the floor, unable to go further the way he had me pinned. The deepest sense of relief and satisfaction. I hadnocontrol. I couldn’t stop him, and I didn’t want to.
I was the only thing he saw and needed. I didn’t have control, but in this moment, I had power. I locked eyes with Bastian and squeezed his cock.
He broke, slamming into me with cries that shook the room. His knot swelled, and it felt so much bigger than it had in my mouth. Was it bigger? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I loved it. I loved it, I loved it, and I’d reached my limit. My body went slack, surrendering.
Bastian lifted me and wrapped my legs around him, carrying me. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed. “I love you.”
His rumbling purr was the last thing I remembered before my eyes closed and stayed that way.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
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TRINITY
Istartled awake as a blanket slid around me. Brooks was with me, tucking me in before sliding in behind me, not hesitating to pull me close. “How long have I been sleeping?”
“A couple of hours. While we cleaned up and all the way back from the arena.”
And then, my brain being a bit clearer, I realized it was only Brooks with me. “Where’s Bastian?”
