Chapter 31: Done(R18)
Raven’s POV
Did it hurt? Yes.
But it also felt... amazing. Almost enough to make me forget that the space between my legs still burned as though it had been set alight.
I raised both hands above my head, fingers trembling slightly as I dragged in a deep gulp of air. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my heart thumping so hard it echoed in my ears. Each breath came out uneven, my body refusing to calm after everything it had just endured.
I felt Rex finish inside me, his weight still pressing me into the mattress. I lay there, tense but expectant, waiting for him to pull out.
But he didn’t.
Instead, I felt him harden again inside me, his body shifting slightly as though settling in place rather than preparing to leave. My brows furrowed instantly, irritation flickering through the haze of exhaustion.
His arms were braced on either side of my head, caging me in, making it clear he had no intention of moving.
"I’ve had enough!" I gasped, my voice breathless but firm despite how weak I felt.
It had been... something. More than I expected. But not enough to make me want to endure it again—at least not so soon. My limbs felt heavy, my muscles sore, and my mind foggy with exhaustion.
Rex’s response came sharp and cold, cutting through the air like a blade.
"Once isn’t enough. How can we be sure you’ll conceive?" he snapped, his voice laced with annoyance—no, more than that. There was hatred there, familiar and unhidden.
I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of his face. His expression was tight, jaw clenched, as though this entire act was nothing more than an obligation forced upon him.
As if being inside me was a chore.
Yet the undeniable hardness within me told a completely different story.
"Lie still," he growled, his tone low and commanding. "It’s not like we both want to be here."
The words settled heavily in my chest.
It was strange. I had barely moved, yet my body felt like I had run for miles without stopping. My limbs trembled faintly, and a dizzy spell threatened to pull me under at any moment.
Then he moved.
When he began to thrust again, my body reacted before my mind could. The sensation was different this time—less shocking, more consuming. It still hurt, a dull ache lingering beneath it all, but it was overshadowed by something deeper... something stronger.
More intense.
I could feel every inch of him, every shift of his hips, every measured push. It was overwhelming in a way that made my breath hitch.
His pace quickened gradually, deliberate and controlled, as though he was testing how far he could go before I broke. I squeezed my eyes shut, grounding myself against the waves of sensation threatening to drown me.
The pain hadn’t completely disappeared, but the way he angled himself—targeting that one particular spot—sent sharp, electrifying shocks through my body. They traveled from my lower belly all the way up my spine, leaving me gasping.
My fingers curled tightly into the sheets beneath me, clutching them as though they were the only thing keeping me tethered.
The air around us felt thick, heavy with heat. A musky scent filled my senses, something raw and primal, mixed faintly with an unexpected sweetness that made my head spin.
Between my thighs, the movement became easier, slicker. My body responded in ways I couldn’t fully understand, and it only added to the confusion swirling in my mind.
Rex’s hands slid beneath my waist, lifting me slightly, adjusting my position with practiced ease. His grip was firm, unyielding, guiding me exactly where he wanted me.
His rhythm steadied—consistent, relentless.
I forced my eyes open, my lashes fluttering as I looked up at him. Sweat traced down the side of his face, catching along his jaw before dripping onto his chest. His dark hair clung slightly to his skin, damp from exertion.
His expression... was focused.
Too focused.
His gaze was fixed on my body, deliberately avoiding my face, as though looking at me—really looking—was something he refused to do.
A faint, bitter smirk tugged at my lips.
He didn’t look like someone suffering through an unwanted task. He looked... engaged. Intent. Like he was savoring every moment despite himself.
The contradiction irritated me.
His pace increased.
The shift was sudden enough to pull a sharp gasp from my lips. My body tensed instinctively as he grabbed my legs, lifting them higher, opening me further to him.
The new angle made everything feel deeper.
Too deep.
Each thrust pressed into me with a force that made me feel it in my belly, as though he was reaching somewhere far beyond where he should. My hands moved instinctively, wrapping around my stomach as if to steady myself.
For a fleeting moment, it felt as though I could actually feel him there.
His breathing grew heavier, matching the pace of his movements. Short, controlled breaths that gradually broke into something more uneven.
I could feel it building—the pressure, the heat, the overwhelming tide threatening to crash over me.
My grip on the sheets tightened, knuckles paling as I clung to them. My body betrayed me completely, responding to him despite everything I felt, everything I thought.
The pleasure was blinding.
Wave after wave crashed into me, pulling broken gasps from my throat. My entire body trembled, caught between resisting and giving in.
And then—
Warmth.
A sudden, undeniable warmth spread inside me as he finished again, his body tensing above mine.
That was it.
I was done.
Completely.
My head throbbed, my heartbeat erratic, my chest rising and falling as though I couldn’t get enough air. The room spun faintly, my vision blurring at the edges.
Darkness crept in slowly, swallowing everything.
—
When I woke, it was quiet.
Too quiet.
My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the room. For a moment, I didn’t move, my body still heavy, my mind sluggish.
Then I saw him.
Rex lay beside the bed, not on it, his body stretched out on the floor as he stared up at the ceiling. His expression was unreadable, his arms resting loosely at his sides.
The sight startled me enough that I scrambled backward, ignoring the sharp protest from my sore body.
His eyes flicked toward me briefly, annoyance flashing across his features before he looked away again, dismissing me entirely.
"Take a bath and get lost," he said flatly.
There was no warmth in his voice. No softness. Just irritation—and something else I couldn’t quite place. Confusion, perhaps.
I didn’t respond.
Carefully, I slid off the bed, wincing slightly as my feet touched the floor. My body felt unfamiliar, heavy and aching in ways I wasn’t used to.
I glanced around the room, searching until I spotted my dress crumpled on the ground.
Grey. Woolen. Simple.
I picked it up quickly and made my way toward the bathing area.
Inside, I paused.
There was warm water.
For a moment, I just stared at it, uncertain. It felt... out of place. Unexpected. Almost suspicious.
I looked around, hoping to find another option, but there was none.
A part of me considered going back out, asking—anything to avoid using something that felt too good to be meant for me.
But the thought of facing Rex again, of seeing that same cold, irritated expression, was enough to push me forward.
So I used it.
The warmth soaked into my skin, easing some of the tension in my muscles. I washed thoroughly, taking my time despite the lingering soreness.
It felt... nice.
Too nice.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had used heated water.
By the time I was done, my body felt lighter, though the ache remained. I dressed quickly, pulling the grey fabric over my skin and letting my damp hair fall loose down my back.
When I stepped out, Rex was gone.
Relief settled in my chest immediately.
I didn’t linger.
Leaving the room, I headed down the stairs, intent on returning to my own space. My steps were slow, careful, each movement reminding me of the strain my body had endured.
But the moment I reached the ground floor, I froze.
They were all there.
Rex sat with his arms folded, his dark hair falling to his shoulders, his expression as unreadable as ever.
Axel stood behind a chair, his posture rigid, his glare fixed on me with unmistakable hostility.
Thor didn’t even look at me. His attention was entirely on Gessia, who sat calmly at the table, a cup in her hands. Steam curled gently from it, carrying a scent I couldn’t identify.
She smiled.
It didn’t reach her eyes.
"If Rex was in a rut and he knotted you, we would have been sure you conceived," she began, her tone light, almost conversational. "But still, Omegas are very fertile."
Her gaze lingered on me, assessing.
"I’ll test for pregnancy symptoms. In the meantime, throughout this thirty-day cycle, you will continue to mate with Rex."
