Chapter 28: Come For Me, Let Me Feel You Fall Apart

Then he slammed inside her.

Lilith screamed, her back arching off the bed.

He was as big as his brothers but the angle was different, deeper, more intense. He filled her completely in one brutal thrust and held there, his eyes locked on her face.

"That’s it," he groaned. "Feel me. Every inch. Every place where I’m stretching you."

He started moving. Not the calculated precision of Nicholas or even the brutal claiming of Sebastian. This was pure feral need.

Wild. Uncontrolled. Devastating.

Each thrust drove her up the bed. Each impact felt like he was trying to crawl inside her skin and live there.

His hands were everywhere.....gripping her hips, her breasts, her throat....claiming every inch of her body while his cock destroyed her from the inside.

"You know what’s funny?" he said, his voice rough. "I thought using you would get you out of my system. Thought fucking you would make this obsession go away."

He leaned down, his mouth next to her ear.

"But it’s getting worse," he whispered. "Every time I’m inside you, every time I hear you scream my name, it gets worse. I want more. I need more. I can’t fucking stop thinking about you."

His pace increased. Harder. Faster. More brutal.

"And I don’t know why," he continued, his breath hot against her ear. "I don’t know why you specifically. Why a wolfless omega who came here as payment makes me feel like my entire world is tilting."

His teeth found her shoulder, biting down hard enough to make her cry out.

"Maybe it’s because you’re stronger than you should be," he said against her skin. "Maybe it’s because you survived two days of us and you’re still fighting. Still standing. Still looking at us with fire in your eyes even when you’re terrified."

He pulled back to look at her face, his golden eyes glowing.

"Or maybe it’s something else entirely," he said. "Something bigger. Something neither of us understands yet."

His hand moved between them, finding her clit, rubbing with devastating precision.

"Come for me," he commanded. "Let me feel you fall apart. Let me watch you break."

The orgasm built despite everything. Despite the soreness. Despite the confusion his words created.

It crashed over her with devastating force.

She came screaming his name...."Lucian!"....her whole body convulsing beneath him, her pussy clenching around his cock.

"Fuck yes," he groaned. "Just like that. Show me. Show me what I do to you."

His pace became erratic. His control fracturing.

He buried his face in her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"There’s something about you," he whispered against her skin. "Something I need to figure out. Something that’s going to drive me fucking insane until I understand it."

He slammed deep one final time and came with a roar.

She felt him pulse inside her, felt the hot rush of his release mixing with what his brothers had already left.

When he finally stilled, he didn’t pull out immediately.

Just stayed there, buried inside her, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

His hand moved to her hair, stroking it almost tenderly.

"I meant what I said," he murmured. "About you confusing me. About not understanding this pull."

He lifted his head to look at her.

"My brothers feel it too," he said quietly. "Even if Nicholas is too controlled to admit it and Sebastian is too stubborn. We all feel it. This thing with you that makes no fucking sense."

He finally pulled out, rolling to lie beside her on the bed.

Pulled her against his chest.

Held her while she trembled and tried to process what he’d just said.

"Stay here tonight," he said. Not quite a command. Almost a request. "I want you in my bed. Want to wake up with you still here."

"Your brothers...."

"Can fuck off." His arms tightened around her. "Tonight you’re mine. They had you yesterday and today. Tonight is my turn."

She should protest. Should remind him she wasn’t actually theirs to divide up like property.

But she was too exhausted. Too confused. Too overwhelmed by everything he’d said.

So she just closed her eyes and let him hold her.

And tried not to think about what it meant that he’d felt compelled to confess anything at all.

Or what it meant that his confessions sounded almost like the truth.

***

Mrs. Hallowell arrived at Lucian’s room just before sunset.

Lilith had spent the entire day there....sleeping, recovering, existing in the strange bubble of Lucian’s chaotic space. He’d left hours ago for pack business, telling her to stay, to rest, that he’d find her later.

Now the housekeeper stood in the doorway with clothes draped over her arm and an unreadable expression on her face.

"The Alphas request your presence at dinner tonight," she said. "In the main dining hall."

Lilith sat up, pulling the sheet around herself. "The main dining hall? With the pack?"

"Yes." Mrs. Hallowell entered the room, setting the clothes on a chair. "High-ranking pack members dine with the Alphas twice weekly. Tonight is one of those nights." She paused. "And the Alphas have decided you will join them."

Lilith’s stomach dropped. "Why?"

"That’s not for me to question." The older woman’s voice was carefully neutral. "You have thirty minutes to prepare. I suggest you use them wisely."

The dress Mrs. Hallowell had brought was simple but elegant.

Deep blue, long-sleeved, falling to mid-thigh. Modest enough to be appropriate but fitted enough to show every curve. Underneath, she’d provided proper undergarments....not the simple cotton from before, but black lace that felt expensive against her skin.

Lilith dressed carefully, wincing as the fabric brushed over sensitive marks. Her body was still sore from days of constant use, but the bruises were starting to fade to yellow-green at the edges. The bite marks remained vivid.

She looked at herself in Lucian’s mirror.

The girl staring back looked different from the one who’d arrived at this estate. Thinner. Harder. Marked in ways that went beyond the physical.

Mrs. Hallowell returned exactly at the thirty-minute mark.

"Come," she said. "Don’t keep them waiting."