Three

Gangsta - Kehlani

Kylo is not even out of breath by the time that they reach his car. She is impressed. He lowers her gently to her feet. The door rises high above her head, gullwing-style, when he opens it for her. He helps her inside, before he presses a button on the door. It closes automatically with a near-silent hiss.

Rey feels her heat lick at her skin. His car smells just like him, and she is saturated in it. She feels safe, surrounded by her alpha's scent. But it is impossibly warm in his sports car, and even the flimsy robe she wears feels too heavy and too hot on her skin. She feels her slick dribble onto the black leather seat below.

As they pull away from the club, she fiddles with the climate controls, and blasts herself with the aircon. Kylo rolls the windows down, and turns on her seat cooler. She flashes him a grateful smile. Her skin is covered in goosebumps. She doesn't have much longer before she is reduced to a mess of need and heat.

"How are you feeling?" He asks after a few minutes silently driving.

"Like convincing you to pull over so you can knot me," she answers honestly. He snorts in amusement, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His hand comes to rest heavy on her thigh. She wants it higher.

"The drive is about twenty minutes. Do you think you can wait that long?" Kylo asks, his voice tinged with concern. He doesn't condescend to her when he asks, and the omega inside of her preens at his attentiveness.

"I don't know." It is the best answer she can give him. He hums beside her, and she feels the car purr as he accelerates faster. They're going impossibly fast. It is exhilarating.

She takes a look around the interior with a raised eyebrow. It is gorgeous. An all black Silencer that tears up the road with a rumbling prowess. It is a sports car appraised in the millions.

"What do you do?" She asks him suddenly. She wants to take her mind off of the throb deep in her abdomen, and the slick that gushes out of her cunt. His grip on her thigh tightens.

"This and that," he replies evasively. He doesn't take his gaze off of the road. She narrows her eyes at him. Her gut tells her it must be something dangerous. Something illegal.

"Like what?" She presses.

"Do you really want to know the answer to that question?" He asks her. She squirms in her seat as another pulse of heat throbs through her. Her heart races.

"Yes," she says softly, but sure.

"Do you promise not to report me if I tell you?" He asks her. So her suspicions were right. He's definitely involved in illegal shit.

"Do you promise not to tell the club about my designation?" She asks instead. Tit for tat, after all. They are at an impasse. He removes his hand from her body, and grips the steering wheel hard. Her skin aches at the loss of his touch, even as her mind races.

"Have you ever heard of the First Order, or the Knights of Ren?" He asks her. She feels her eyes bulge, and goes still in her seat. Her blood runs cold in her veins.

The First Order was a notorious, underground arms and drug empire. Every gang war across the country could somehow be tied back to its weapons or its money. The Knights of Ren were like the First Order's special ops force. The paramilitary group had been blamed for assassinations the world over, but a lack of definitive proof prevented the FBI from being able to press charges. People either idolized or feared them.

They were the harbingers of death, some said. The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse incarnate.

The rival gentlemen's club in the area, Starkiller, was run by the First Order, and they were known for prostituting their unmated, omega dancers. Their practices were brutal.

"Yes," she says, her voice small. She cannot take his eyes off of him. Kylo bites the inside of his cheek, before he continues.

"I'm the leader of Knights of Ren, and the second-in-command of the First Order." He says it nonchalantly, as if he had instead said that he is an advertising consultant at a marketing firm.

She feels terror freeze like ice in her veins. Rey gulps in the fresh air in an effort to breathe. The walls of the small car seem to close in on her, and she feels trapped. She had been able to tell there was something kind of dark about him earlier, but she had thought it was sexy. Not this.

"So what, you're some kind of hitman then?" She asks, needing the clarification. Every muscle in her body is tense. Another wave of her heat shudders through her, and she squeezes her thighs close together. She is caught halfway between her fear and her desire.

Kylo's jaw is tense, and he nods tersely. She feels her breath rush out of her, and a ball of dread settles in her stomach.

"Among other things," Kylo says.

Rey doesn't really know how to respond to that. Her thoughts are in a frenzy. Her body and mind feel like they are pulling her in two different directions, and she feels frozen in the middle. Her body aches for her alpha, yearning for his knot and his scent. Whatever is left of her rational mind is horrified, and thinks the worst of him.

They are quiet for a couple of minutes, and the passing dark forests that line the deserted highway are an impressionist blur beyond the windshield. She fidgets with the tops of her stockings, and struggles to fight off a chill of fear. Rey wants to get out of this car. She wants to go home. She wants him to stop the car and fuck her hard and deep and never let her go.

Damned if she does, damned if she doesn't. The thought of returning home after this, even though she knows it's what she should do, is unbearable. She knows she'd just be masturbating to his memory anyway, so it's not like she'd be a better person for it.

She sighs with her frustration. She isn't clear-headed enough to deal with this morality crisis right now. She just wants him to make her fucking come.

But there's one thing that she needs to know. Even though she doesn't want to.

"How many…people…have you killed?" she asks him softly. Her voice quivers, and she fears he will be angry at her for asking. His grip on the steering wheel clenches into a white-knuckled grip, and his lips press into a thin line. The tense silence between them is deafening.

"I don't know." His answer is soft, and she hardly hears it over the purr of the engine. It is a horrifying answer. To think that he's taken so many lives that he's lost count.

It's disgusting.

It's unthinkable.

And yet, a small, dark part of her feels hot. How many times has this alpha been in a life or death situation and won? It is easy to imagine him protecting her with a deadly, ruthless efficiency. Her heat flares inside of her at the thought.

Alpha would fight for you. Alpha would kill for you.

Rey can't deny it. It turns her on.

Her cheeks flush red-hot with her shame. Rey is disgusted by the slick that throbs out of her, and by the tightening of her nipples.

Rey hates herself for not feeling turned off by it. Rey hates that she finds it hot. Rey hates him as she sees his nostrils flare, as he scents the desire she cannot hide.

"Fuck, Rey," Kylo groans, "do you like that I've killed people?" His voice is hard, but tinged with awe.

"No," she snaps, even as she feels her body grow impossibly warmer.

Kylo slams hard on the brakes of the car, and they come to a standstill in the middle of the road. Rey jolts forward into her seatbelt with the force. She doesn't even have time to process what's happening, before he grabs the hair at the nape of her neck and pulls her face towards his. His grip is iron, and his eyes blaze with his fury. Rey swallows her fear, and shivers against her heat. He looks more wild creature than man.

Yet, she wants to bite him, to taste him. She wants to mark him as he marks her. To make him bleed, then ride him until she forgets her own name. Her alpha still smells like her slick that he rubbed into his glands, and she wants to pin him down and grind her sopping cunt all over him. She has half a mind to leap over the center console to get started.

The force of her desire is a whirlwind, and Kylo's hand comes down hard on her cheek. She glares at him, as her face stings with raw pain. But Rey is snapped back to the present, and she hates him for the slick that pours out of her from his assault. She bares her teeth at him, and rears her elbow back, to punch him in the gut. He catches her wrist, and wrenches it hard behind her back.

"Don't lie to me, omega," Kylo seethes. His voice is low, dark, and menacing. Rey can see the wild, uncontrollable rage in his eyes, and she stills in his hold. She can scent his fury like ash in the air. He is unhinged in his anger. Rey shivers, and stills. She doesn't think that he'll hurt her, at least not in a serious way, but she cannot be sure.

"You can hate me, and you can tell me to drive you home right now and I will, but do not think you can lie to me, Rey. Do you understand?"

She nods her head as much as his hold will allow, still glaring at him. The sting from his unyielding grip pricks tears in her eyes. Her cheek throbs. Her head pounds.

Rey wants to hurt him back.

Rey wants him to hurt her more.

"Say it," he growls. Rey shivers, and her body flushes hot. The scent of her desire blooms in the small space between them. She watches as Kylo's eyes darken, and his pupils grow wide.

"Say it," he urges, his voice softer, but still hard as steel, and tightens his grip even more. Her slick pools on the seat below her, and her cunt clenches, aching and empty.

Again, she's unsure if she hates him or loves him more.

"I understand, alpha," Rey spits through clenched teeth. Kylo releases his hold on her arm, and she sighs with relief, though his grip on her head doesn't move an inch. She feels vulnerable beneath the intensity of his scrutiny. Unbidden tears prick her eyes, and she feels her shame swell.

"Then I'll ask you again, omega. Does the fact that I've killed people, and that I will kill people again, make you wet for your alpha?" His voice is silk over steel in her ears. Her body flushes hot, and there is no way to hide from the intensity in his unyielding gaze.

Tears fall, and the salt stings her raw cheek. Self-loathing weighs heavy in her chest. She squeezes her eyes tight. She can't look at him.

"Yes, alpha," she whispers.

It is horrible. To not only acknowledge it, but to voice it aloud to him. She doesn't know what that makes her. Is she even a good person anymore, if she feels this way?

Rey doesn't want to think about it. She just wants to feel.

The wet, warm velvet of Kylo's tongue gently laps at the tears on her face. He releases the tight grip on her hair, and instead cradles her to him as much as he is able over the center console.

She hides her face in her alpha's neck, breathing him deep into her lungs. Their scents combined together smell like home. A lump of an unfamiliar emotion forms in her throat. Her fingers twist in his shirt, and she shakes.

"Don't be afraid, Rey, I feel it too." His soft, soothing voice is a balm in her ears. He strokes a hand down her back with a firm, but gentle hand. The tears won't stop coming, and she is trying her hardest not to fully breakdown.

This delayed aftercare, if that's what this is, feels too vulnerable, too open for her to handle right now. She feels like she's flayed open for him to see. To mock her. To hurt her.

"Just let it all go, Rey. I've got you," he whispers in her ear. She feels his lips press against the top of her head in an aching, tender kiss, and she can't hold in her emotions anymore.

Her sobs wrack her body. She feels the car move slowly, then stop again, before Kylo pulls her completely into his lap. She curls into his solid body, clinging desperately to him.

His arms are a solid, warm bind around her torso, and she worries that if he were to let go, she would drift forever. His massive hands are soothing as he strokes down her back, rubbing soothing circles along her spine.

Her tears are from a combination of everything. From her heat, from how rushed it's become, from the intensity of what happened between them earlier, from her failing morality, from how much she doesn't recognize herself right now. From his body and how his arms wrapped around her feel like coming home.

Nobody has ever held Rey when she's cried before, and here, in the alpha's embrace, she feels a safety and a security she's never known. Kylo is a pillar of strength, whispering how much he admires her for being vulnerable with him, how much he appreciates her honesty, and how he will always be there to take care of her. She cries harder.

Loneliness is something that she's always known. It happens when you're a kid raised in the foster system, homeschooled, and later pursue a career as a stripper. Being alone is something that she's used to, something that she prefers.

The strong arms of her alpha around her shatter her delusions. She told herself she didn't need a partner, because they would drag her down, and judge her. They would make her weak. And even though she's shaking and sobbing in her alpha's lap, there's a strange sort of strength she feels welling up from deep inside of her that she's never felt before. It's something that's always been there, but now, in the arms of her alpha, it is awake.

Ten minutes pass before she is able to breathe normally again. Kylo's hand trails a soothing pattern from her hair to her lower back over and over again. She wipes hastily at her tears, and loosens her vice-like hold on his shirt. Her fingers are cramped from how tightly she's clung to him. His eyes are soft ochre when he looks at her, and her chest feels tight. Her blood races.

"Sorry," she murmurs, eyes flickering to the damp spot on his shoulder. His large hand is whisper-soft as it cups her raw cheek. Kylo tilts her head up until she is forced to look at him. The naked tenderness in his gaze is a beautiful and terrifying thing.

"Never apologize for your emotions. Feeling them, giving into them, is what makes you stronger. Don't deny them. It's the only way to become what you were meant to be."

It is the force with which Kylo says this, that Rey realizes that it is a deeply held conviction of his. One of his sacred tenants, that he deems her worthy of sharing it with. She is surprised by it. He seems more the type to bottle up and brood than give in to his emotions. But Rey doesn't know why she's surprised. She hardly knows him, despite how much she wants to.

"I've never cried in front of anyone before," she admits, and twists the sleeves of her robes between her fingers. She feels inexplicably small beneath the weight of his gaze and his attention. "Thank you."

She leans in, and presses a gentle, chaste kiss to his lips. She feels him sigh deep against her, and his hot breath tickles her exposed skin. She shivers.

"You're not alone, Rey. Not anymore," he promises against her lips. She trembles, and a fresh wave of tears sting her eyes. That loneliness she always feels inside of her burns away in the flames of his honesty.

"Neither are you," she vows.

The press of his lips to hers is earth-shattering in its sweetness. She can feel the tremor in Kylo's lips, and she clings even tighter to him, to her alpha. The same massive hand that had choked her, and slapped her, now trembles as it holds her. Their tongues dance, and lips move with soft adoration.

The heat that had receded during her emotional outburst, now licks at her skin again. She feels warmth flush through her limbs, and her blood races in her ears. Her hands tremble as she runs them through the alpha's hair. Her scent spikes with her desire. As lovely as his tenderness is, she wants more.

Her alpha knows this. Of course he knows.

Kylo's touch hardens on her body, and he pulls her even tighter into him. His lips now feast on her with abandon. She moans, as she feels his cock stiffen in his slacks, twitching right between her folds. She grinds down into him, and she pants with the force of her want. The friction feels so sweet.

Her alpha grips tightly onto her hips, forcing her to stop. She whines against his lips, and pouts at him. He chuckles lightly at her, and captures her pouting lip between his teeth. The pleasure-pain makes her moan against him, and her slick coats his lap.

But he pulls away. The dark look in his eyes is hazy with need. Rey feels her breath catch.

"I'm not going to fuck you in my car," Kylo sighs, "Can I take you home now, babygirl?"

She wants to say no, he can't, because she wants him to knot her here and now. But the dark look in his eyes is back, and it stops her. She can practically see the thin string of his restraint, and a part of her both fears and yearns for what would happen should it snap.

So she nods her head, and extricates herself from his lap. She is too forgone to feel embarrassed by the dark stain which coats his pants. Kylo steers them back onto the highway, and floors it.

The wind whips wildly at her hair, and adrenaline spikes her blood, and makes her pulse pound. The rumbling vibrations of the seat below her make her squirm, and Rey tilts her head back, and squeeze her eyes shut tight. Her body is on fire. The rich scent of her alpha and her slick are a potent aphrodisiac in the small confines of the car. She whimpers in her seat, and her hand trails to her sopping mound.

"We're almost home, babygirl," Kylo admonishes, and Rey freezes, feeling as though she's been caught in the act, even though she did nothing to hide it.

"Alpha," she whines, and she cannot hide the need in her voice. She feels feverish, and somewhat out of it. Why won't her alpha let her come? Doesn't he want to see her fall apart for him? She's so wet for him. Her fingers itch to get herself off anyway. He can punish her for it after she comes.

"You will wait, omega," he demands. She shivers, but moves her hands away from her body.

She wonders how he'll take her first. Will he be gentle, showing her the same tenderness he just did when he held her? And when she comes, will he kiss her softly, until she melts beneath him into a river of satiation and safety? He could make her sing with euphoria, unraveling her in her entirety until she's nothing more than an omega being taken by her alpha.

Or will he be rough, and show her as little mercy as he did earlier at the club? She shivers, and imagines him choking her again, this time with his knot pulsing inside of her, filling her until she feels like she's going to burst. Kylo could pound into her so ruthlessly that she feels as much pleasure as she does pain, until she forgets anything and everything except for pleasing him. Rey knows there are bruises that pepper her tanned skin. She wants more. She wants him to mark her flesh with his teeth and his hands, and she wants him to make her know that he's her alpha. For him, she wants to be good, but she also wants to be bad.

Her arousal is thick and heady in the air, and she sees his grip on the steering wheel tighten. His other hand that rests on the gear shift is balled in a clenched fist. Desire suffuses her limbs with need for those hands to fill her, and hold her, and mark her. He could both destroy and rebuild her with those large hands.

He exits the highway, and they are back in civilization. They drive for a few more minutes, before they pull up to a gate. Kylo slows the car, and the security guard inside nods, before opening it for them. The homes they pass are not homes, they are museums. Each one is more sprawling and expansive than the last, with vast acres of land between them. She supposes that wealth of this scale is to be expected of a man so deeply entrenched in the gang life.

But Rey is focused less on the opulence, and is instead fucking salivating at the thought of taking his knot. She needs it. Her pussy clenches and unclenches over and over again, desperate to be filled with something, anything. She is so close.

Rey's leaking all over his seats. Her hands scramble for something to grasp onto, and she goes to grab the sides of her seat. Her right hand grazes something metallic, and she reaches blindly for it. She can feel the shape, and hefty weight, and goes still. She knows what this is.

A gun. It's a fucking gun. She shouldn't be surprised, given what he literally just told her about himself, but she is. Knowing that he'd killed people, and seeing the instrument he used to do it, were two very different things.

"Put that down, Rey," Kylo commands. His voice is hard, and when she looks at him, his eyes are dark and narrowed. His muscles are coiled tight, and he looks like he's ready to pounce.

Rey feels a strange rush, mingling with the arousal that burns through her. The small object in her hand seems deceptively innocuous, not lethal. She admires it with a perverse fascination. Holding such a dangerous weapon makes her feel powerful, and in control. She glances over to Kylo, and sees the scowl on his face, and smirks.

"Make me," she purrs.

He growls at her, at the deep rumble makes her squirm. Her skin burns, and her heart races. She tugs at the tie to her robe, and pulls it open. The bite of the wind against her overheated skin is a relief, and her nipples are tight buds that ache for his mouth. She raises one stocking-clad foot on the expensive dashboard, and the musk of her slick fills the small space in the car. Her slick glistens on her soaked thighs, and her cunt pulses. She hears his soft groan beside her, and feels high.

I'm being bad, alpha. Punish me.

"Rey, give me the fucking gun. Now." He snarls. The heat of anger in his voice makes her toes curl, as much as it makes her want to shrink back into the seat.

He pulls into the garage, and kills the engine. He holds his hand out expectantly, fully awaiting her compliance. His eyes are black in their fury, and she can feel the tension in his muscles as he struggles to hold himself back against her. His brows are drawn low, and his expression is thunderous. She feels static in the air, and feels electricity dance along her nerves.

Come out and play with me, alpha.

She returns his glare with a heated look, and her hand comes to slide through the mess between her thighs. She shudders at the friction, and watches as the his face darkens further. He's fucking gorgeous in his anger. His massive body curls towards her, and she spreads her legs wider. His gaze drops to her cunt, and his left eye twitches. Rey moans as she watches him watching her, and stuffs two of her fingers deep inside of her. Her head falls back at the sensation, and even though it's not enough, it's worth it to see his skin flush. His full lips part as he breathes her scent deep into his lungs. His eyes flicker back to hers, and she licks the barrel of the gun.

He lunges at her.

Kylo grabs her by her hair, then forcibly drags her over the center console, and finally out of the car. She shrieks as her scalp flares with pain, but she keeps her hold on the gun. His massive hand grips her bicep like iron, as he drags her behind him and into the house. She stumbles after him, struggling to keep up with his long legs. The second they get inside, he shoves her hard into a wall, his hand encircling her throat, and lifting her up with frightening ease, so she's straining on her toes.

His face is transformed in his fury, and he's a demon unleashed. His dark locks are tousled and wild from the wind, and his full, plush lips are pulled back as he bares his teeth at her. This side of him is one that has killed people with his bare hands, and she is burning beneath the weight of his anger. Her slick pours out of her, and even as stars dance in her vision, she smiles sharp at him.

"So that's it, huh? Wanna shoot me with my gun in my home?" He snarls, and his deep voice is nearly unrecognizable. Any ounce of warmth has been scoured away. She digs her nails into the sensitive skin of his wrist, and her pulse pounds as she sees his skin raise in red marks. He squeezes her neck tighter, and she wheezes, her body thrashing against his. Tears flow from her eyes, and her vision swims, but her slick trickles from her cunt all the same. The heat of her body consumes her. She wants to see how he'll punish her. How he'll make her hurt.

Rey raises the gun to his chest, and flicks the safety off with her thumb. The little click echoes in the hall around them. She feels drunk, delirious. This strange rush of power and her heat are a potent, deadly combination, and she wants more.

"Do it," he softly demands. He is a coiled spring against her, and his obsidian eyes refuse to leave hers. Her vision starts going black around the edges. His thumb finds her gland, and presses hard. Her mouth falls open, and she spasms weakly against the wall. Electricity sparks through her. Fire licks at her skin.

Rey cannot shoot him. She just wants to play with her alpha.

After a beat of stillness, he reads her intentions like a pop-up book. He is a flurry of movement. Kylo crushes her wrist in his hand, and manages to wrestle the gun away from her. He then throws her onto the ground hard, and she wheezes as she sucks in greedy gulps of air. He is over her, his hard, unyielding body settling heavily on top of hers. His hips grind down over hers, and she thrusts up into him. He slaps her hard across the face, and she shrieks. Her pussy clenches, and she wonders if she can come from his savagery alone.

Her skin tingles red-hot from where he hits her. She feels the cold tip of the metal against her temple, and his glare down at her is wild and scorching. She wraps her legs around his waist, and drags her sopping cunt up and down his cock. He is hard, and his clothed erection is like hot steel against her. She leans her head into the scent gland at his neck, and licks. The rich taste of their combined scents floods her mouth, and she groans.

Her entire body throbs with her pleasure, and her slick gushes from her. His hand fists itself in her hair, and yanks her head back into the ground, and she grunts from the pain. He slaps her again, hard, and she moans. The room spins around her, and she can only see him, her alpha, as he glares in all of his fury down at her. She's so close.

"How many people have you shot with this gun?" She asks, a cold smile on her lips. She thrusts her hips up against his, and he pins her further into the floor. His skin is flushed red, and she wants to bite. His glare down at her sears her.

"I don't know," he says through clenched teeth. She arches her back into him, and her nipples scratch against his shirt. She shivers beneath him, and struggles to get air fast enough.

"You have a fucking death wish, omega, you know that?" He spits, before he lets up just enough to shove the gun in her mouth.

The metal is cold and digs into the soft flesh of her cheeks. Her fear and her arousal war inside of her, each strengthening the other. She stares up at him with wide eyes, but his pupils are blown, and his breath is ragged above her. He grinds his cock hard into her, and her eyes roll back in her head. She tries to thrust back, but she is pinned. He looks unhinged.

Her feral alpha has finally come out to play with her. She whines. Kylo's rut has risen to meet her heat. Her teeth buzz in her anticipation for him to finally fucking knot her.

"Suck," he commands. She locks her gaze with his obsidian eyes, and sucks on the barrel of the gun like it's his cock. Rey watches as his red, bee-stung lips fall open in a silent gasp as he watches her. His dark gaze is transfixed, and she feels a thrill of power course through her, fighting with the fear that laces into her veins. His hand that isn't holding the weapon trails down her body to pluck and pinch her nipples. He tugs on her piercings, and she arches her back into his touch, and moans around the gun.

"Fuck," he mutters as he watches her, "you're really enjoying this. My sick, twisted, perfect omega."

What they do is depraved. She knows this. She knows that there is something seriously wrong with her, for her to be as turned on by his violence as she is. But she doesn't care. This stranger, this murderer, is shoving a loaded gun down her throat, and she is all but begging him for it. She wants more.

He pulls the gun from her mouth, and his kiss is as hard and unyielding as the rest of him. He plunders the depths of her mouth, with lips, teeth, and tongue alike. She surrenders to him, and clings to her alpha's broad body. She is drunk on her desire for him. Her fingers rake through his hair, and pull. He attacks her with his mouth, and his heavy weight atop of her grounds her to the earth. Her skin is on fire. Her cunt is a sodden mess, and yearns for his cock.

He pulls away from her, and a trail of saliva clings to his lips. She leans up, and licks it away. The look he gives her is hotter than a thousand suns, and he kneels before her, gun in hand.

The whole moment is something she wants seared into her memory. The sight of Kylo, looking as wild and debauched as she feels, with his thick muscles, dark tattoos, and hand wrapped around a gun. He looks at her with the intent to ruin her. It is enough to make her come on its own. He's a terrible, beautiful man, and he's hers.

He spreads her thighs wide, and she knows what he plans to do. Her need and her fear are dual pinpoints that thrum through her veins. Her pulse is faster than a hummingbird, and her muscles clench tight.

"Do you trust me, babygirl?" He asks her. His deep voice makes her shiver, and she nods. He's giving her an out, but she doesn't want one. He slaps the inside of her thigh, and she cries out at the sudden, sharp blow.

"Say it," he demands. Her skin tingles, and her pussy throbs.

"Yes, alpha, I trust you," she moans.

"Then don't fucking move, do you understand me?" The look in his eyes is frightening and non-negotiable. It lights up her insides with heat.

"Yes, alpha," she says automatically.

She lays back, and closes her eyes. She fights to maintain control over her breathing. He has yet to turn the safety off. One wrong move from either of them, and she will be a different kind of mess on the floor. What they're doing is so fucking wrong.

She feels the tip of the barrel of the gun slide through her slick, and her fists clench by her side. She squeezes her eyes tight. Kylo slides two of his fingers inside of her, and the moan that escapes her lips is low and animalistic. He pumps them inside of her a few times, and she could cry from how good it feels. His thick fingers spread her open, and scissor her cunt with ease. She is shaking from the effort to remain still. Her teeth clench tight, and she can't breathe. She's so fucking close.

He removes his fingers, and they are replaced by the tip of the gun. Her fear threatens to swallow her whole, while her heat pushes her ever forward towards her climax.

"Ready, babygirl?" He asks her. Her eyes remain closed, but she nods.

"Yes, alpha."

He slowly works the gun inside of her. It glides inside of her with ease, but Kylo's movements are precise. Only half of the barrel is inside of her, but she feels so full. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her cunt clenches down against the gun. Her fear is ice in her veins, even as her body sings. He pulls it out just as slowly, before pushing it further inside of her. She hisses at the feel. The metal is heating up to her body temperature, but it still feels odd. It's hard and unrelenting against her soft walls. The friction is delicious. She wants more.

Kylo fucks her with his gun with measured restraint. His finger remains on the trigger. Rey is panting hard, and her fear threatens to consume her with each push inside, but the pleasure of it is such a relief. The wrongness of it all dissipates in wake of how full she feels. He slides it in to the hilt, and she trembles with fear, and the restraint to stay immobile.

"Fuck, Rey," Kylo groans above her, and his dark eyes are fixed on where his gun penetrates her, "you like being fucked by my gun? You like feeling it deep inside of you?"

His voice is low, and gravelly. It is sin in her ears. She is flushed deep red, and she is sweating. She's so close.

"Yes, alpha," she shivers. His other hand finds her clit, and flicks it once. Rey clenches her jaw tight, and every muscle in her body is coiled with tension. The noise she makes between clenched teeth is inhuman. He continues to slide the gun deep inside of her, but it is slow, too slow. Rey wants it hard and fast. She wants his fucking knot.

"Tell me when you're close, babygirl. I want to see you come all over my fucking gun. And then I'm going to knot you so fucking deep, little omega. You've earned it," Kylo purrs. His dark eyes are molten onyx as they watch her. She trembles beneath him, every part of her body crying out for him.

"I'm so close, alpha," she sighs through gritted teeth, as he pushes the barrel of the gun inside of her again. Her nails dig deep enough into her palms to sting. His hand presses down firmly on her abdomen, while his thumb gently massages her clit. Her breath catches in her throat, and her entire body seizes. His knees come to straddle her legs, and his shins trap her to the floor.

"You have to stay still for me, babygirl," he admonishes, while continuing his maddeningly slow assault on her body. Every inch of her body is coiled tight, and it just makes the push and pull of the gun inside of her that much more sensitive. His thumb presses down hard on her clit, and he shoves the barrel deep inside of her, deeper than it's gone so far, and she breaks.

She trembles, and his hand on her abdomen is the only thing tethering her to the earth. She sees stars, feels sick satisfaction roll through her, as her cunt clenches like a vice around the deadly weapon. She seizes against the limbs that pin her down, and the sharp cry of her release echoes in the hall. She trembles against the floor, and her body feels as though it's searing her from the inside out.

Even as time passes, Rey doesn't feel like she comes down from her orgasm. She feels suspended in the heat and desperate yearning of the moments before. She wants him to make her come again. Now. And if she doesn't, she thinks she might actually go mad.

Her cunt throbs, and her whole body shakes beneath the bulk of Kylo's body. She feels delirious with the depths of her desire for the alpha on top of her. He needs to fuck her. He needs to knot her. Her skin itches, and her nerves tingle.

Her heat has officially started.

Kylo gently pulls the gun from her body, before he flicks the safety back on and places it on the floor beside them. He releases his hold over her body, and her legs quickly wrap around his waist. He crashes his lips to hers, and she moans. She grinds up into him, seeking that friction, seeking his knot. Rey feels dizzy with her want for this man. She sucks on his tongue, savouring his flavour. Her slick is a river, and she burns. She's so fucking hot. She needs her alpha's cock. She needs it.

He slides his hands beneath her, and picks her up with him as he stands. Their lips stay locked together, and she runs her greedy fingers through his hair. She doesn't see where they're going, and she doesn't care, as long as he fucks her when they get there. Kylo's lips and tongue taste hers, and she feels her feverish need for this man consume her.

She pulls on his tie, and loosens it as much as she can, before she roughly pulls it off of him. Their lips battle together, and she feasts on him. Rey gets to work on the buttons of his shirt, but the tiny fastens prove challenging. She growls in frustration against his lips, and she feels Kylo smirk. She pulls back, grabs the offending material in her hands, and pulls. The buttons fly everywhere, along with the last of her rational thought.

Kylo is every bit as strong as she thought him to be, and her fingers drift across the broad expanse of his chest with a tremor of awe. The tattoos of his left shoulder continue to cover his left pec with dark ink. Rey can't focus on them beyond the general artistry, and how fucking wet they make her. She didn't realize she had a thing for tattoos until she met him. They make her leak.

His eyes are hungry when they lock onto hers. Rey shivers in his strong hold. He is an erotic masterpiece.

She leans into him, and licks his gland. The rich taste of her alpha floods her nose and her throat, and she nearly comes. His fingers dig into her thighs where he holds her, and she rubs her sopping core against his steely erection. They reach the top of the stairs and turn down the hall. Rey starts tugging at his belt. She wonders if he plans on using it against her at some point. The thought makes her shudder.

When they reach the bedroom, the wave of his scent is overpowering. Her brain fogs, and focuses only on him. The scent makes her heart race, and she pants in desperation. She can't get enough air, enough of his scent, in her lungs fast enough. She wants to bottle it and wear it on her skin forever. A tremor of her heat wracks her body, and Kylo clings tighter to her. Her slick drools from her cunt, just from the all-consuming scent of her alpha alone.

He throws her down onto the bed, and she bounces atop the mattress. He flings his shirt off completely, and yanks his belt off with a harsh snap. Rey takes off the robe as well, and spreads her legs wide before him. His intense obsidian eyes are focused on her dripping cunt, and he licks his lips. She feels herself gush in response. His nostrils flare as he scents her, and he lunges at her. He grabs ahold of her hips, and yanks until her legs are completely off the edge of the bed. He lowers to his knees, and drapes her calves atop his shoulders, and burrows his face in her pussy.

He groans into her folds, and attacks her clit with like a man starved. She writhes beneath him, her hands fisting in the sheets below her. The feel of his lips sucking, and his teeth grazing the sensitive nub make her cry out, and her muscles spasm. But her skin is burning, and her blood is racing, and her heart is pounding, and she can't fucking breathe with how much she needs him to fuck her.

"Alpha, please," she whines. Kylo slurps at her slick, then slides two of his thick fingers deep inside of her. His digits fuck her fast, and she is grateful. The slow push and pull of the gun was delicious, but she needs more. The tips of his fingers curl inside of her, and rake against her g-spot, abusing the spongy tissue with abandon. Her toes curl tight, and her body is as taut as a bowstring.

"Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth. His teeth nip at her clit, while his fingers continue their brutal onslaught, and she screams. Her pussy gushes as she comes, and her eyes roll back in her head. Her chest heaves as she gasps in fast and shallow breaths.

But the fire in her veins doesn't abate. It licks at her limbs, and demands more. It craves only one thing.

"Knotmeknotmeknotmeknotme," she chants under her breath. The flush that sweeps down her skin makes her shiver with heat. Every instinct in her body is screaming for him. Her hands reach blindly for his slacks, and hastily undo the button, and pull at his zipper. Her hands are rough as she pulls at them. His hands catch hers, and pin them above her head. He leans over her, and she arches into his strong body. She catches his scent in her nose and breathes deep. Rey wants him inside of her now, before he changes his mind and tries to deny her again. She is frantic in her need.

"Don't worry, babygirl. You've earned this," he purrs in her ear. He squeezes her wrists for emphasis, and she takes it as a hint to keep her hands where they are. He stands before her, and his large fingers deftly pull his pants and briefs off together. Rey's mouth waters, and her breath catches in her throat as she eyes his body.

He is enormous, in every way. Somehow his nakedness only serves to make his build that much more impressive and imposing. She feels small beneath him, and the omega inside of her burns. There are a constellation of moles and scars that pepper his alabaster skin. He has a solid, strong build, with muscles that are forged from use instead of aesthetic. The scar that bisects his cheek lacerates his collarbone and comes down in an arc onto his right pec. Rey sits up, and cannot resist her temptation to lave at the mark.

Their eyes lock, and she can see the storm that brews within his obsidian gaze. She can see the sheer force of his want, adoration, and possession, and she leaks all over the bed.

His hand comes up to the back of her head, and his large hand is soft as it loosely grasps her hair. He pulls just so, until her head is tilted back towards him. The intensity in his gaze makes her sweat. She burns for him. The naked lust in his face as he looks down at her makes her feel powerful.

He bends down to capture her lips again, and she is greedy for the taste of him. She could kiss him for hours and still never get enough of his taste. She wants to drink him in forever. His mouth is an oasis of softness, warmth, and wet. When he breaks away, his eyes are molten heat. Rey shivers, and her heart races.

Fuck she needs him. Needs him now. She's lost count of how many times this alpha has made her come today, but she needs more. She reaches for his cock, and her fingers strain to meet around his girth. He is hot velvet wrapped around steel beneath her palm. His breath escapes in a hiss, and she feels a swell of pride that she's reduced this man to this base state of need. A flush sweeps across his chest, and she wants to taste it.

She doesn't get the chance. Kylo's hand in her hair grips tight, and he pulls her back down onto the bed.

She scoots back into the pillows, and he crawls over her with a predatory grace. His eyes promise that he will ruin her, break her open, and flay her wide for him to claim. She can only hope. Her skin burns, her pussy throbs, aching and empty, and her abdomen cramps with another wave of heat. She needs her alpha's knot now. She's waited too long.

"Kylo," she whines.

Kylo's lips seek out her gland and suck. She wants to feel his teeth bite, and tear at her skin until she is his. She gasps, and trembles beneath him as electricity shoots through her veins. A flush of lust wracks through her body. Her neglected pussy soaks her legs and the bed. He spreads her legs wide, and his eyes are transfixed on her centre.

"Always so wet for your alpha," he groans, before guiding the thick head of his cock to her weeping core. The first brush of his cock against her slick makes her mewl, and her back arches off of the bed.

"Yes, all for you, alpha," she moans. She is reduced to just sensation. Every thought is fixated on the feel of him against her.

The press of his thick cock inside of her feels like the first breath of calm amidst the wild storm of her heat. Every nerve in her body is attuned to the slick stretch of him filling her. She feels so full, like she can hardly even accommodate him. He pushes further into her, and her eyes roll back in her head, and she shivers.

"Yesyesyesyesyes," she chants under her breath. He is only halfway inside of her, yet she feels stuffed to the brim. Kylo pulls out slowly, and her cunt clamps down around him in a vice. He moans hotly against her cheek, and she wants to taste it. She can feel the tension in his rippling muscles, and she drags her nails down his arms. He's holding himself back. She wants all of her alpha now.

"More, alpha, please," she whines.

"I'm trying to be good for you, babygirl," he pants over her. She can hear his restraint in his deep, baritone voice. Her greedy fingers thread through his silken locks, and she thrusts her hips against him.

"I don't want you to be good," she huffs. She says it like it is the most obvious statement in the world. Like it doesn't even necessitate being said at all.

Kylo goes rigid above her. She whines low in her throat, and meekly tries thrusting her hips to take him deeper inside. A small lump of panic balls in her throat, and she worries she might have said something wrong.

Will her alpha leave her? What if he doesn't take care of her?

The thought makes her heart splinter, and she suddenly is trying very hard to suppress the need to cry.

Kylo scents her panic, and laves at her gland, licking lazy strokes across the aching flesh. She shivers, and her body thrashes beneath his hold.

"You will let me know if it's too much for you," he demands. Rey doesn't understand how that's possible. Have they not already done enough to scare away a lesser person? Does he not understand that she doesn't have a limit around him.

But she nods her head frantically anyway, "Yes, alpha, I will."

He hums against her throat, before he rises to his palms above her. With a sharp snap of his hips, he bottoms out, and thrusts completely into her. It is hard, and fast, and deep. So impossibly deep. She feels like she's about to burst. Her cunt spasms around his thick length, and she cries out into the room. He slides out of her body for half a second, before snapping hard into her again, and she squeals.

His pace is punishing, brutal, and it is everything. With every thrust inside of her, she is reborn, and every inch of her body flares with heat and wanton desire. The friction is delicious, and she slides further and further up the bed with the force of his thrusts. She cannot even try to keep up with his brutal pace, she can only hold on and take it.

Heat licks deep in her bones, and her muscles tense. She's so close. His gaze never strays from her face, and she feels undone by the intensity in his wild, obsidian eyes. He fills her ruthlessly, and each hard pound makes her breath catch, and her nails dig deep into the thick muscles in his arms and back. The tip of his cock thrusts over and over again into her cervix, and the pleasure-pain makes her see stars.

Sweat drips between them, and she leans up to lick an enticing drop that pools at the tip of his nose. He growls low, and her cunt clenches hard around him. Her teeth nibble at the cartilage, and his hand wraps solidly around her throat, shoving her hard against the bed. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her muscles tense impossibly tighter.

Yes. This is everything that she wanted. His other hand grips onto her hips, and lifts them high into the air, while he continues to pound deep inside of her. His cock fills her even deeper at this angle, and harder, and she cannot breathe. Her jaw drops open, and she cannot even moan for how exquisite he feels inside of her.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Every nerve in her body is alight with her desire for this man. Every muscle, every inch of skin, every wild beat of her heart yearns for this moment in isolation. She never wants to feel anything else again. With every snap of her alpha's hips, and every low groan and growl that escapes his reddened, plush lips, she is undone. His fingers flex and tense around the slender column of her throat, his grip secure over her tender, sweat-slicked flesh.

"You take my cock so well, babygirl, like you were fucking made for it," he moans hot against her skin.

Heat blooms inside of her, and she clenches tight around him. His teeth find her gland, and he nips and sucks, while his hips piston even harder into her. She can feel the thick swell of his knot slap against her with each thrust, and her mouth waters for it. She needs it.

"Yes, Kylo, please," she keens.

He abruptly pulls out of her, and the loss of his cock inside of her is a visceral ache. He roughly flips her over onto her stomach, fists his hand in her hair, and plunges deep inside of her in a swift, merciless thrust. She nearly collapses, and wails out her pleasure loud into the room. He is impossibly deep, and he ruts into her with abandon. She feels the sting of his hand slapping against her ass, the sound lost to the rhythmic squelch of his cock pounding into her.

Fuck yes. This animalistic fuck is everything that she wanted from her alpha. His claim is base, ruthless, and complete over her body. Any second now, she knows she will come. His hand that massages the stinging cheek of her ass, now rakes down the length of her spine, his nails digging into her skin in a delicious pleasure-pain.

"Come for me, Rey," he commands.

As if his permission was all she was waiting for, her mind snaps, and she shatters. The force of her orgasm is all-consuming, and she feels weightless. Her jaw is open wide in a silent scream, and she cannot breathe. She is torn asunder beneath the solid weight of his body, and sure, hard thrusts. His cock continues to fill her, and the noises her cunt makes as her body takes him are obscene. It is a symphony of filth and depravity. He is moaning deep behind her, and the sound burns her skin, and tingles along her spine.

But he doesn't stop his thrusts. He continues his merciless onslaught. The hand in her hair pulls roughly, until her back meets his chest, and he pounds upwards into her. The angle is different, and deep. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she writhes against him. His tall, broad body dwarfs her, and she feels impossibly small as he takes her.

His hand in her hair comes to settle around her throat, while his other hand moves from her hip to attack her clit. She screams, bucking wildly against him. His knot probes at her folds, and she can think of nothing more than her aching desperation for it.

"Please knot me, Kylo. Pleasepleaseplease," she begs. His fingers roll and pinch her clit in tight, fast movements. Her hand flies to his wrist which rests against her collarbone, her small fingers clutching at him. Her other hand finds his hip and holds on desperately as he continues to fill her hard and deep over and over and over again.

"You beg so sweetly for my cock, babygirl. I fucking love it," he growls hot against her ear. She shivers, and she feels a sob of pleasure tear itself out of her throat.

With the tightening of his grip, and the quickened pace of his deft, thick fingers, he slips his knot inside of her, and Rey is gone.

His knot is impossibly big, stuffing her, stretching her to the point of pain. She feels suspended, her breath non-existent as she shudders and trembles against her alpha. Her mind whites out, and she feels everything and nothing. She is weightless, and collapses against his solid, powerful body. He continues to rut what little he can inside of her, his groans low and rumbling against her skin as he comes with her. His fingers attack her clit with single-minded ferocity, extending the length of her orgasm as she gushes and shudders around him. Her body rolls and bucks against him, both into and away from the pure, raw sensation.

She feels the hot, thick ropes of his come fill her, stuff her, and she shakes against him, a smaller, weaker orgasm ripping through the aftershocks of her last one. It is too much stimulation, too much. Her hands find his and still them.

She gulps air deep into her lungs, feeling as though she's run a marathon. Her alpha's chest rises and falls unevenly against her, and she sinks into him. His hands come to wrap around her, pulling her into a tight embrace against him, and he buries his head in the crook of her neck.

Rey doesn't know how long they stay like this, with her alpha's arms encircling her close, while his come fills her, and his knot twitches inside of her. She could die like this. Her heat finally subsides little by little, with each pulse of him inside of her aching, abused cunt. She feels lucid for the first time in hours. She knows it will not last long.

Carefully, he manoeuvres them so that they're lying down on the bed, his cock still locked deep inside of her. She shivers against him, and he pulls her ever closer into his body, cradling her from behind. She throws her top leg over his hip to relieve some of the pressure, and she sighs as he slips that much deeper inside of her. His hand strokes softly across her glistening skin, and she feels warmth pulse through her.

He murmurs praise in her ear, his deep voice husky from his exertions. He's so proud of the way she takes his cock and his knot. He loves watching her fall apart for him, and the sounds and faces she makes when she comes. He's going to knot her again and again and this is only the beginning. She's going to be ruined for any other cock. Will never be able to fuck another man ever again without thinking of her alpha. She burrows deeper into him, and knows that he's right.

Here, sated and drowsy in the secure arms of her alpha, she falls asleep with the ghost of a smile on her lips, and the whisper of his affection atop her skin.

Mine, her inner omega purrs.