ALPHA UNIVERSE #6: CRAVING YOU

CHAPTER 12

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"Does that feel good?" Mark's voice was husky with pleasure, his breath warm against her skin as he pounded into her from beneath. His grip on her hips was firm, guiding her movements as they rocked together in the cramped space of his car's backseat.

This—this is what they feared. The craving.

Ever since that night at the party, something had shifted between them. A silent, unspoken bond had formed, threading their inner alpha and omega closer together, making them more familiar—too familiar.

Now, it was impossible to ignore the pull.

They craved everything. Each other's touch, the way their lips found each other in a feverish hunger, the way their mouths swallowed every desperate, lustful noise. The heat of their bodies pressed so intimately together, the intoxicating pleasure of giving in to their instincts.

One look was all it took. One meaningful glance, and they both knew what would happen next. There was no need for words, no need for hesitation. It was inevitable.

Dark corners. Mark's car. These were their escapes.

They hadn't dared step into each other's private spaces—not yet. Not when both of them still lived with others. They weren't exactly alone, and that made things more difficult.

Because when the hunger hit, when the overwhelming need clawed at them from within, they couldn't always find relief.

Not in the middle of class.

Not in the hallways.

Not when their lives continued as if nothing had changed.

Danielle gasped against his shoulder, her fingers digging into his back as she struggled to keep her voice down. "I'm close," she whispered, her lips brushing against his sweat-slicked skin.

Mark groaned in response, his grip tightening on her hips as he controlled the pace, thrusting deeper, harder. "Are you still on pills?"

"Mhm," she hummed in affirmation.

His breath hitched. "I want to put it all inside you."

"Fill me up, then," she encouraged, her voice laced with need. "Show me that I'm good enough to please you, alpha."

That was all it took.

Mark's restraint snapped, and he growled low in his throat, his hips snapping up in a desperate, frantic pace. The car rocked with every thrust, the windows fogging up from the heat between them. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, muffling the deep, guttural moans that escaped his lips as he reached his peak.

A few more sharp thrusts, and he was there, pushing as deep as he could go. His hands yanked her closer, crushing their bodies together as he spilled inside her. He moaned into her mouth, swallowing her whimpers as she clenched around him, milking every last drop.

Their bodies trembled in the aftermath, their breaths heavy and mingling as they slowly came down from their highs.

Danielle stirred first, exhaling shakily as she pushed herself up. The shift made her wince slightly, and she felt his release slowly trickling out of her.