Vengeance in His Bed

The brutal, relentless cadence of his hips drove her past the outer boundaries of her sanity. Every deep, unyielding thrust of his massive shaft struck her innermost sweet spot with a punishing precision, shattering her logical defenses until there was nothing left of her except raw, ringing pleasure.

"Dorrent... ah! Dorrent!" Jannah screamed into the quiet room, her fingers clawing desperately into the muscles of his back as her hips bucked up to meet his fierce, heavy slams.

Dorrent’s eyes blazed with a dark, primal satisfaction. He accelerated his pace into a savage, blinding sprint, his broad frame crushing down on her as he buried himself to the absolute root over and over again. The sensation was too intense, too overwhelming—her inner walls suddenly violently gripped his steel length, convulsing in intense, rhythmic contractions.

"Ah—HNN!" Jannah’s back arched off the mattress as her climax exploded through her nervous system, a hot, uncontrollable wave of liquid gushing straight out of her depth, soaking his thighs, her hips, and the bedsheets beneath them in a complete, breathless squirt.

Dorrent let out a low, guttural roar as her tight, pulsing entrance clamped down on his tip, triggering his own release. He drove deep one final time, holding himself buried inside her weeping center as he flooded her depth with his thick, scalding seed.

For several long, heavy minutes, the only sound in the room was the harsh, ragged sound of their shared breathing.

Dorrent finally let his heavy frame collapse onto her, sliding out of her slick channel with a wet sound as he rested his weight over her flushed, glistening body. He rested his head directly between her soft breasts, his face buried in her skin. His warm lips brushed tantalizingly close to her pink, hardened nipple, and slowly, deliberately, he reached out with his wet tongue and flicked it across the peak.

"Thank you, Jannah..." Dorrent rasped out, his deep baritone muffled against her warm skin.

Jannah lay completely limp, her pale chest heaving under his weight, her eyes staring up at the ceiling in a lingering haze of post-orgasmic shock. She blinked through her wet lashes, a sudden wave of genuine confusion washing over her.

"Thank... thank you?" Jannah whispered, her voice cracking with fatigue. "Why the hell are you thanking me, Alpha? You’ve never said that to me before."

Dorrent turned his head slightly, his warm breath fanning across her breast as his eyes looked up at her flushed face. "For surrendering your body, your heart, and your soul to me today."

Jannah’s heart gave a violent, traitorous throb. She instantly snapped out of her daze, her cheeks burning with intense embarrassment as she tried to shove his broad shoulder. "You are completely dreaming!" she snapped, her voice trembling as she tried to cover her naked chest. "Get off me! Get your heavy body off me right now!"

Dorrent didn’t move an inch. A soft, arrogant smirk touched his lips against her skin. "I am not dreaming, little physician. I could feel it. I felt the way your body warmly welcomed me today... the way your tight walls begged for me, craved me, and drank every drop of my seed. Your mind was completely in it this time. Unlike every other time we’ve fucked before, this was the very first time you fully surrendered everything to me."

Jannah’s breath trapped itself in her throat. Deep down, a terrifying realization struck her —he was right. The second Dorrent had whispered those words into her ear earlier—when he had told her that he liked her so much—her heart had fluttered, and she had completely abandoned her defenses, letting herself drown in his touch and his beastly stamina.

Panic flared in her chest at how easily he had read her soul. She quickly forced a harsh, bitter sneer onto her face to cover her embarrassment.

"I haven’t given you anything, you self-centered monster!" Jannah lied fiercely, her dark eyes glaring down at his head. "You are just a primitive beast with absurd, beastly stamina! You almost fucking ripped me in half!"

Dorrent lifted his head, his eyes dark and gleaming with a wicked, teasing light as he looked down into her flushed face. "And yet... you seemed to thoroughly enjoy your beast today."

"Get off me!" Jannah shrieked, pushing against his chest with all her remaining strength. "You’re crushing me! You weigh a ton!"

Dorrent let out a low, smooth rumble of laughter in his chest. "I have pinned you far worse than I am doing right now when I was deep inside you, Jannah, and you didn’t complain a single bit. Why are you suddenly complaining now? Or is it because my cock isn’t inside you right now, and you’d like me to put it back in so you can stop complaining?"

Truth was, he wasn’t crushing her at all; he was carefully supporting most of his massive weight on his elbows. Jannah was simply terrified that if they remained tangled together like this—with his thick, softening length resting mere centimeters from her bare, weeping entrance—things would inevitably escalate again. She knew his terrifying recovery time; she knew that if he felt her twitch against his skin, she would end up facing the exact same rough, relentless sex all over again.

I am definitely not ready for a fourth round today, Jannah thought frantically to herself, her heart hammering against her ribs.

"You wouldn’t dare!" Jannah warned him through her teeth, her hands pressing firmly against his chest.

"Try me, little omega," Dorrent purred low, his hips making a small, deliberate shift against her wet thigh. "You know damn well I would."

Driven by pure panic and a sudden surge of adrenaline, Jannah used every single ounce of strength left in her frail body to violently shove his broad torso to the side. She scrambled backward on the mattress, her pale legs pulling up against her chest as she looked at the heavy stain on the sheets.

"It is sticky all over the bed, all thanks to your ridiculous stamina!" Jannah yelled at him, her face flushed crimson as she wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "Get off these sheets right now! I need to strip them and wash them!"

Dorrent lay propped up on his elbow, his eyes slowly scanning her pale, slim body, taking in the exquisite view of her shoulders, her tiny waist, and the wet slick glistening on her inner thighs. A slow, dangerously attractive grin spread across his face.

"Wasn’t it you who couldn’t help squirting all over the bed the moment I pulled out of you?" Dorrent purred smoothly, his voice thick with explicit satisfaction. "We can just mess the sheets up again right now, Jannah. I really wouldn’t mind."

Jannah’s eyes widened in horror. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, snatching her discarded towel off the floor as she scrambled to her feet.

"You are an irredeemable pervert!" Jannah cursed at him over her shoulder, clutching the towel securely around her waist as she stomped toward the adjoining bathroom. "I’m going to take a shower, and you better be out of my room by the time I come out!"