Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185: All You Have to Do Is Beg for It, Jannah

The pale skin of Jannah’s neck didn’t just bear the marks; it was actively radiating an unholy, blistering heat where Dorrent’s teeth had successfully broken through her biological defenses. The marking was done, and the invisible, crushing weight of the bond was already settling into the room like a physical law.

Dorrent began to deliberately vent his pheromones into the sealed space. The suffocating, freezing pressure of winter-frost exploded outward in heavy, invisible waves, instantly saturating the air.

The biological assault was immediate and catastrophic to Jannah’s system. Her newly marked scent gland flared in forced synchronization, her internal temperature skyrocketing as the pheromones targeted her core. Down below, her walls contracted with an uncontrollable, treacherous spasm, and a fresh, heavy rush of slick, viscous omega moisture drenched her thighs. The overwhelming arousal was killing her—a burning, frantic itch that clawed at her nerves, made worse by the terrifying realization that she was now permanently tethered to her enemy. The physical need was so intense, so agonizing to bear, that her mind fractured under the strain.

I have to escape, her consciousness shrieked through the fog of lust. I won’t let him have this victory.

Desperate, she reached deep into her medical memory, recalling the radical emergency protocol. She rolled her tongue backward, her sharp teeth aiming directly for the sensitive neuro-vascular pressure point hidden in the lateral tissue of her upper palate. If she bit down hard enough, the neural static would sever her consciousness, sending her into a cold, protective state of insensibility.

But Dorrent’s predatory instincts were hyper-vigilant. The moment he saw the specific, rigid contraction of her jaw and the desperate look in her eyes, he recognized the strategy she had used a month ago.

"Not this time, little physician!" he growled, his voice a feral rumble.

Before her teeth could connect with the flesh of her palate, Dorrent shot forward with lightning speed. His hand clamped around the back of her head, forcing her chin up, and he rammed his mouth down over hers. He didn’t just kiss her; he forcefully wedged his tongue deep into her oral cavity, completely invading her mouth and taking up the entire space, physically blocking her tongue from rolling backward.

Jannah’s eyes flew wide open in terror as the hot, thick texture of his tongue filled her mouth, thoroughly dismantling her only escape route. She thrashed against him, her left hand clawing frantically at his broad shoulders, trying to push his massive weight off her frame. But Dorrent was entirely beyond the reach of logic or self-control. The intoxicating taste of her submission and the heavy scent of her omega nectar had pushed him over the edge into a state of primal madness.

Losing himself completely to the act, he used his body to turn them around and fell on the mattress. The sheets tangled around their limbs, with Dorrent pinning her flat beneath his towering frame. He kissed her ferociously, his mouth moving against hers with a bruising, desperate hunger, as if he wanted to consume her breath away.

While his tongue continued to brutally dominate her mouth, his hands tore down her body, caressing her skin everywhere with heavy, possessive strokes that left burning trails in their wake. He slid his hand down between her shivering thighs, forcing her legs wide apart. Without hesitation, leaving behind his usual calculated demands for her compliance—Dorrent lifted his hips and thrust his rock-hard length straight into her weeping core with a brutal, crushing force.

"Mmmph!!!"

Jannah’s moan was instantly muffled and swallowed whole by the fierce collision of their mouths. The sudden, deep penetration hit her fragile threshold so hard that her vision blurred into sparks of gold. Dorrent had gone completely mad; the primitive instincts of the bond had taken full possession of his mind. He didn’t even register that he was forcing his way into her without her consent; the concepts of patience and order had completely evaporated from his brain. He simply hammered into her with deep, heavy, and frantic thrusts, his hips crashing against her pelvis in a relentless, punishing rhythm.

Within his neural pathways, a sudden, ecstatic shockwave registered. Why... why does she feel so incredibly different today? Dorrent thought, his mind drowning in pleasure. The newly formed mark had altered her internal biology; her walls were tighter, radiating a staggering, molten heat, and hugging his veiny shaft with an ecstatic suction that was beyond measure. It felt like heaven, a perfect genetic lock. He wanted more. He needed to go deeper.

He continued to fuck her hard and fast, his heavy body slick with sweat as he pushed her deep into the mattress. After what felt like an eternity of breathless desperation, he finally dragged his mouth away from hers, letting out a ragged, beastly gasp. But he didn’t stop his lower body. He accelerated the pace, the heavy, wet friction of their synchronization echoing loudly in the quiet room. The strokes were so deep and punishing that Jannah couldn’t form a single coherent sentence; her chest rolled in shallow gasps, her lips parted as nothing but broken, high-pitched moans of intense physical pleasure escaped her throat.

For Jannah, the assault had begun entirely against her will, a horrifying violation of her personal autonomy. But as his massive length continued to relentlessly rum into her, the unbearable, primitive arousal inside her core began to commit the ultimate treason. The frequency pumping through his shaft targeted the deep itch in her nerves. Her treacherous biology demanded satisfaction. Before her mind could stop her, her hips involuntarily lifted off the mattress, arching upward to meet his heavy downward strokes.

Jannah’s eyes flew open, a sudden panic gripping her chest. No... She absolutely loathed the shift. The slow, teasing movement wasn’t helping her at all; it was actively torturing her, aggravating the deep, agonizing itch centered at the very back of her core. She needed his entire length to scrub and hammer against that one hyper-sensitive spot that was driving her completely insane.

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