<b>Chapter </b><b>26 </b>


    JESSICA


    “Fuck, Jess-“Grayson grits, pounding into me as he shoves all the way in, one brutal thrust that knocks the air from my lungs. My hands p the wall. My knees <b>give </b>out. He catches me with a growl and fucks me harder. “You hide this pussy from me all week? All


    Il fucking week?”


    My check’s pressed to the concrete. My <b>legs </b>are shaking. My fingers w at the shell, trying to hold on. He pulls out halfway–ms back in Again. Again.


    “Grayson-“I gasp, already unraveling


    He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanks my head <b>back </b>like he owns me–and licks a long, filthy stripe up the side of my neck.


    “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he pants against my skin, voice cracked and shaking. “Ahh, fuck–like you’re made for me.”


    I moan, desperate and breathless, hips jerking back against his every thrust. I’m not even trying to y it cool. We’ve got thirty minutes–tops -before the training center floods with warriors andmandants and every sharp–nosed enforcer who’d smell the sex off me in seconds.


    <b>Grayson </b>doesn’t care. He’s gone.


    He fists my hair tighter, dragging my head back until I’m arching for him like I need this–because I do–and growls into my ear, “Thene fast, omega. We don’t have time.”


    He drags me back by the hips, pulls out hallway, then shoves back in deep, forcing a scream from my throat. The metal shelf in front of me rattles with every thrust, and I’m wing at it like it’s the only thing keeping me upright


    “Grayson-“I gasp. I’m already shaking. My thighs are soaked.


    He shoves deeper. I cry out.


    “That’s it.” One hand slides around my waist, rough fingers rubbing circles against my clit while he pounds into me from behind. “You sound so pretty when you fall apart. So sweet. So fucking good for me.”


    My vision blurs. I’m close. <b>So </b>close.


    “You gonnae for me, baby?” he growls, frantic now, his rhythm turning messy, desperate. “You gonnae while I’m balls–deep in you? While anyone could open that door and find you spread and soaked and fucking–mine?”


    “Grayson, I-“My words dissolve into a sob.


    “Do it,” he <b>hisses</b><b>. </b>“Come for me, Jess. Come on my cock. Let me feel it–let me feel you iming me <b>back</b><b>.</b>”


    I break.


    My body convulses, mouth open in a soundless scream as my orgasm hits like a car crash, fast and brutal and unforgiving I’m clenching so hard it pulls a groan from his chest.


    “Fuck–fuck, baby, <b>that’s </b>it-“he ms into me once, twice–then holds, buried deep, trembling, “Gonna fill you up. Gonna stuff you so full


    you won’t walk <b>straight</b>”


    He doesn’t pull out.


    His cock twitches inside me, leaking heat, and I <b>can </b>feel it–every drop–spilling out around him and soaking down my thighs.


    09:45 100, 5 Aug


    “Holy fuck,” he breathes, voice wrecked. Grayson presses his forehead between my shoulders, still panting, will hard. His hips twitch again. Just a tiny thrust Too much, My legs go useless.


    Heughs against my skin–low, bitter, wrecked. “Damn. I told you to not tease me like that.” His mouth finds my shoulder. Then my neck.L have to roll my eyes on him because it’s not my fault he’s been gone to some mission outside for a damn week. “Still mad I forgot to tell you a goodbye?”


    I snort–half breath, <b>half </b>eye–roll–and tilt my head just enough to re at him sideways.


    “Tch I told you I’m not mad.”


    He chuckles–low and smug and way too proud of himself. “Mmhmm.”


    “I’m not.” I push back against his chest like it’ll prove something, but my legs are jelly and his cock’s still buried inside me, so really it’s just pathetic squirming at this point


    His hand curls around my stomach again, possessive. “You pouted through every training session this week. Practically snarled at anyone


    who asked about me.”


    My face <b>flushes</b>. “I did not snarl-


    “You sniffed Jakob’s <b>neck</b>, Jess.”


    I snap my head around. “That was one time-


    “That’s three years in heat suppression down the drain, baby.” He bites my shoulder, not gentle. “You nearly started a territory fight in the weight room. Don’t lie to me?


    I grumble something under my breath. He hears it anyway. Of course he does.


    “And now you’re sulking,<b>” </b>he whispers, nosing behind my ear. “Still think you’re not mad?”


    I try to twist around to face him–mostly <b>to </b>re, maybe to p his stupid smug face–but he just tightens his arm around my waist and grinds his hips, slow and evil.


    “Oh my god-“My head thumps against the wall again. “You’re the worst.”


    He prins against my neck. “You missed me.


    “<b>…</b><b>Shut </b>up.”


    “You missed me.”


    “I hate you.


    “Sure, baby.” He kisses my shoulder, then thrusts once–deep and slow and maddening. “Hate meter. Come for me against.”


    “Grayson-“I <b>gasp </b>but he’s not listening


    He drags his mouth to my <b>ear</b>, breath hot and filthy. “One more, omega. Give me one more.”


    Then he ms back in..


    Thirty minutester, I’m standing on the field, watching Grayson tear into Jakob Stupid. I told him it <b>was </b>just a mistake, but he can’t get over it. Seriously, how the hell does he know? I’m dying to know who spilled it to him.


    09:45 Tue, 5 Aug


    Tue, 5 Aug


    “Girl,” Logan says beside me, voice low and amused like he thinks this is funny, “you’re very lucky today. Not your ass on the


    I shoot him a re sharp enough to slice tendon. “Shut up. If we get caught talking-


    Grayson growls on the field–that growl–and both of us finch.


    I don’t finish the sentence,


    Because I know exactly what that prowl means. Damn it. We made a deal to not let anyone know about us but that means he torturing me in front of others. I sighed and waited as the great alpha walk closer to where I am,


    <b>“</b>Did I tell you to talk?”


    My mouth opens. My first instinct is to bite <b>back</b>–to say something sharp, to humiliate him right here in front of Logan and the rest of the team but that would just make it worse.


    Worse for me.


    Worse for him.


    Worse for tonight


    So I bow my head. Just a little. Just enough. My voice is low and careful. “I’m sorry, Alpha.”


    That did it.


    His breath hitches, Yeah, I think. That did it.


    “You remember how to behave after all.” His hand lifts to my jaw, two fingers tipping my chin up–not gently. “<b>Look </b>at me”


    I do.


    Big mistake


    Because now I’m staring into wildfire<b>. </b>Into possession. His pupils blown wide, chest still rising like he hasn’te down from the fight. The others beside me is gasping probably because he’s touching me


    “You’re always been my favorite Jess.” he murmurs.


    My eyes widened. I almost ask if what the fuck does he think he’s doing but when he tightened his grip on my chin I almost yelped in pain.


    “Poor thing,” Grayson croons, thumb brushing mockingly over my lower lip. “Already got you two extraps for beingte”


    I stiffen. My nails dig into my palms.


    “Then you show up here,” he says, tone dipping lower, <b>darker</b>, just for me, “like a little brat who cannot keep her mouth shut,”


    Heat floods my face. A few of the others shift awkwardly but no one dares move. Not with the way he’s looking at me like I’m prey he hasn’t <b>quite </b>decided whether to eat or y with.


    “You think this is just a game?” His grip slides, dragging my face higher until I’m forced to meet his eyes. “You think I waste my time training my warriors just so they <b>can </b>talk behind my back?”


    I try to shake my head, to say no, to pull back–anything–but his fingers hold me there, and goddamn it, my whole body is burning Betraying me


    09:46 Tue, 5 Aug


    Chapter 26.


    “Alter this training,” he breathes, voice low and lethal, nose brushing mine, “I want you on cleaning duty.”


    I blink. “What


    “For the showers,” he says softly, like a kindness. “Lockers, Gear, Floor, Scrub it all. Alone.”


    “You’re kidding.” I whisper.


    But he’s not. He smiles like I just gave him a gift. Like he’s going to unwrap meter, piece by piece, and make me say thank you.


    “You’ll start when everyone’s done,” he murmurs. “You’ll wait until they’re finished. You’ll best. You’ll stay until the floor shines.”


    His voice doesn’t rise. The way he says it, I feel it all the way down to my knees.


    “Why?” I ask, my voice barely there.


    He leans in “Because you need to be reminded what obedience <b>tastes </b>like.”


    And then louder–for them, <b>for </b>the pack still watching, <b>eyes </b>flicking between us like they’re afraid to blink–he adds, “Everyone else, move.


    Now<b>. </b>


    The field shifts. Shuffling feet, Nervous nces.


    I’m still held by the chin like I’m his to correct.


    His voice is pure alphamand when he speaks again. “You stay.”


    And I do. Goddess help me, I do.


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