The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL) Chapter 66: SECOND HEART CIRCLE part 2

ASHER

"Don’t leave ." The words ca out desperate and broken clean in half. "Please don’t leave . I need you. I need you to—" an excruciating sob escaped my lips, and I grabbed tightly onto the bedsheet as another wave crashed over , and I tore at my clothes.

"Please, Alpha," I begged. "Please make it stop. Please—"

Reed’s control shattered.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Okay. I’ve got you."

He moved to the bed, his hands were everywhere, stripping away my clothes with fingers that trembled slightly at the edges, careful in a way that contradicted everything the darkness in his eyes was saying. Then his own clothes, until there was nothing left between us, and he pressed his forehead to mine and his breath ca ragged against my lips.

"I’m going to take care of you," Reed promised. "I’m going to make it better."

"Please—"

Reed positioned his cock at my entrance and slowly pushed inside of , a moan escaped my lips and Reed kissed , hard, desperate and claiming, his hands framing my face like I was sothing worth holding carefully even while the rut was burning through him.

I kissed him back with everything I had, my hands pulling at his hair, my body arching up into his because the distance was unbearable and the bond was screaming and I had nothing left to pretend with.

When he pulled back his eyes were completely black. Rut-consud. Wild in a way that sent heat spiraling through instead of fear.

"Tell you want this," Reed said, his voice had dropped to sothing low and rough that I felt in my spine. "Tell you want ."

"I want you." The truth poured out without resistance, without sha, stripped clean by the heat. "I need you. Please, Reed. Please—"

When he finally moved against the relief was devastating. Everything in my heat-addled mind finally went quiet because my Alpha was here, was taking care of , was giving my body exactly what it had been screaming for, and I cried out and wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer and the bond sang so loudly I couldn’t hear anything else.

"That’s it," Reed groaned against my throat. "That’s my good Oga. Take what you need."

He started to move. Slow at first. Deliberate. Learning every sound I made and filing it away and using it again with devastating precision but the heat needed more, it needed harder, it needed Reed to go harder and faster and take in a wild way like he did before.

"More," I gasped. "Please, Reed. I need you to fuck harder, faster and rougher. I want more—"

Reed’s control snapped the rest of the way, his hips pushed forward, driving into with force that should have hurt but it only made the pleasure more intense.

"Mine," Reed growled, his hands finding my wrists, pinning them above my head, his eyes black and bottomless. "My Oga. Mine to claim. Mine to breed. Mine."ml

"Yours," I sobbed. "I’m yours. Only yours—"

The pleasure built and crashed and built again, the heat and the bond and Reed all tangled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the others began.

Reed’s hand slipped between us, stroking in ti with his movent and when I finally broke apart the sound that ca out of had his na in it and my hole clenching around his cock.

Reed groaned, his rhythm faltered, beca sothing urgent and undone.

"I am going to knot you," Reed gasped against my temple. "Going to fill you up—"

"Yes," I begged. "Please yes—"

His knot swelled, as he kept thrusting deeper into my sensitive bud and then stopped as it locked us together. His release flooded warmth through and the heat in my blood finally, rcifully ebbed.

We lay tangled and gasping and trembling, the knot pulsing between us, and Reed’s hand found my hair and started moving through it in slow strokes that undid all over again in an entirely different way.

"How do you feel?" Reed asked. His voice was wrecked.

"Better." Mine was worse. "But it’ll co back."

"I know." Reed pressed his mouth to my forehead and held it there. "And I’ll be here. For all of it."

And he was because the heat ca in waves. Each one deeper, and more intense than the last and Reed was there for every single one.

Between each wave, Reed brought water, pressed the glass into my hands and watched drink every drop. He wiped the sweat from my skin with a cool cloth, slow and careful, like the task deserved that kind of attention.

"You’re doing so well," Reed murmured, his hand moving through my damp hair. "So strong and so perfect."

The praise moved through like sunlight.

When the next wave built he was already there, already reaching, and the second ti felt different, slower, more deliberate, and his mouth at my jaw and my throat and his hands mapping every inch of like he was morizing sothing.

"So beautiful," Reed breathed. "My beautiful Oga."

I wanted to argue but the heat made it impossible to lie. I loved it, I lived the way Reed looked at and loved the way he touched .

"Reed," I gasped. "Please—"

"I know what you need." His voice was soft in a way it had never been outside this room. "I’ll give it to you."

And he did.

When his knot locked us together the second ti I clung to him with both arms around his neck, my face pressed into his shoulder, holding on with everything I had left.

"Don’t let go," I whimpered.

"Never." His arms pulled tighter. "I’m not letting go."

The third wave was the worst. It peaked without warning and took language with it entirely. There was nothing left but heat and Reed and the bond drawn taut between us like a wire at full tension.

"Alpha," I sobbed. "Reed, please—"

"I’ve got you." His voice everywhere at once, steady and low and certain. "You’re safe. You’re mine. I’ve got you."

I ca apart completely and he held every piece.

When the knot swelled the third ti the tears ca before I could stop them. They stread silently down my face while Reed pressed his mouth to my forehead and stayed there, his arms wrapped around so completely I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began, and the bond went quieter than it had ever been. Not pulling, not demanding, just full.

"Reed." His na tore loose from sowhere I hadn’t known I was guarding. "Reed, I can’t — I need—" more tears streaming down my eyes.

"What do you need?" He asked calmly.

"You." The admission ca from sowhere deep and undefended and entirely beyond my control. "I need you. Not just because of the heat. I need you."

Reed went completely still then his hand ca to my face. His thumb moved across my cheekbone, slow and deliberate, wiping the tears away one by one.

"You have ," Reed said quietly. "You’ve always had , Asher."

I pressed my face into his chest and held on and let myself believe it for as long as the knot lasted.

Hours later, after the sixth knotting, I lay completely spent in Reed’s arms and stared at nothing.

"Six knottings," Reed said quietly. His hand was still moving through my hair. "You were perfect."

My whole body felt warm at the words in a way that had nothing to do with the heat anymore.

"Reed?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for taking care of ."

"Always." He kissed the top of my head. "I’ll always take care of you."

I believed him and that terrified because sowhere between the first wave and the sixth knotting, between the cold bathroom floor and his arms holding together through every broken desperate mont of it, sothing had shifted in a way I couldn’t undo.

I was falling for Reed Jackson and I had absolutely no idea what to do with that.