Hannah POV
I know Byron is the one in control because there is no opposition to my actions this time.
Instantly when silver locks click, he flips us over, I land on my back with him still inside of me, and his hands rip my T-shirt in two. He pounds into me so fast and hard that the feeling of pleasure and pain are mixed.
I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to move, to keep up with him. He steadies himself on his elbows, preventing himself from falling on top of me and crashing me, his nose is buried in my hair, and his tongue is playing with my ear. I wrap my hands around his neck, and I squeeze my legs tighter, trying to take him deep, deeper inside me. He moves his tongue towards my jaw, next to my neck, and one of his hands is fondling my breasts as he keeps thrusting in me at a quick pace. I bite his arm when my orgasm hits again, and I feel him spilling into me again as he howls, arching his neck.
I unwrap my legs and hands and lie beneath him, breathing hard; my heart is hammering in my chest. I feel so good; this was so good. Mikkel pulls out, but if I thought it is over, I was wrong.
He flips me on my stomach, gripping my hips and pulling me on my knees and arms. He shoves himself in me so quickly and hard that it makes me scream. His hips became almost a blur rocking into me. His fingers clenched on my hips for sure, leaving bruises. It feels as if I am now tiptoeing around a small border between pleasure and pain; it's so good; he feels so fucking good!
He keeps pounding into me, in and out, in and out, in and out. I can feel tears gathering in the corner of my eyes, my hands shaking, slowly giving up as I keep moaning his name.
"Yes, sweet mate, you are ours," Byron says as my hands give up and I fell, my face pressed to the bedding, my hips still up.
I don't know how much time passes before I can feel hands squeezing my ass cheeks as my inner muscles clench again around his cock, and another shot of semen fills me up.
He stills for a moment; he doesn't move his hips and pants heavily. I feel his thumb gently wiping my tears and putting butterfly kisses all around my back.
"We love you so much, sweet mate," he hums "we both love you so much."
He sits on his legs, pulling me onto his lap with his cock still buried inside me. I rest my back on his chest, feeling how sweaty and sticky he is, as I think both of us are.
His tongue is teasing the skin on my shoulder, as both my breasts are cupped by his strong hands; his fingers tease my nipples as he starts thrusting into me again, this time slowly. One of his hands is in my hair, forcing my head to turn around so we can both meet with our lips. My tongue in his mouth, mine in his. Then his mouth is again on my neck and shoulders; I'm sure he is leaving tons of hickeys.
Suddenly I feel his skin getting hotter again and his heartbeat, a moment ago calm, now increasing. With a howl, he pushes me off his lap into the bedding and once again starts thrusting into me quickly and harshly. This time his hands grip my arms as I lie under him, unable to make any movement as his hips rock into me. Still, I don't feel threatened knowing that I'm completely at his mercy.
This time, when both of us finish, he rolls off me, and when we try to catch our breaths, I see his eyes shifting; for a moment, I look into Mikkeli's green eyes, but only for a moment before they once again go black.
And once again, I'm on my back with Byron between my legs, shoving himself inside me again. This time I whimper in pain. I'm sure I'm bruised down there as well. He seems to notice my discomfort because, this time stops for a moment, and then he moves slowly; I focus on taking deep breaths, trying to relax my body as much as I can.
He starts gradually picking up his pace, and despite the pain, I'm able to keep up with him; we both move in sync as his tongue fondles my breasts. Soon I don't care about the pain anymore as he moves faster, his thrusts again becoming hard and strong; again, he's as deep inside me as he can, and my legs are spread as wide as possible for him, and all I can feel is an overwhelming pleasure when he finishes in me.
And then we go again, and then again, and again and probably again...
Finally, I find myself unable to move as I sit on his lap, and he holds me strong towards his chest, still pounding into me. My head is pressed to his shoulder; I feel no pain but also no desire to move, even my finger. I notice that he stills himself, and my walls are squeezing around him. He howls in satisfaction, holding me closer even though a moment ago, I doubt it was even possible. He moves my head so I face him, and I can see Byron slowly releasing his control as Mikkeli falls on his back, and I fall on top of him.
"I love you, Hannah," the words are barely whispered. I look at his face and see that his eyes are closing, and he slowly drifts away.
"I love you too," I say, but I doubt he heard that.
I'm not sure how long we stayed in this position, me lying on top of him, him definitely asleep, both of us totally exhausted.
Finally, I put myself together and manage to stand up; I try to ignore the sore feeling of almost every muscle in my body; I find walking difficult as I go into the corner where, next to the water, lie fresh sheets.
I drink the whole bottle and wrap one sheet around myself and use another to cover Mikkeli. I'm sure both of us stink of semen and sweat, but I have no energy to think about it. I again ignore the pain as I sit down and look in the direction of the door.
Sometime later, the door gets opened, and I see Tony standing at the entrance.
"You alright?" he asks with concern in his voice.
"I think he is sleeping," I say, looking toward Mikkeli.
"I don't smell any strong pheromones from him; I think you did it; you sedated his rut. It's over. He's probably just intoxicated with your smell and the smell of sex. He's probably also extremely exhausted, so we should let him sleep. Do you think you can come to the door? I don't want my scent to pollute the room and maybe wake him up."
I nod and stand up, almost losing my balance in the process, feeling numb. I slowly leave the room and wait for Tony to lock it. He makes sure that the sheets cover me perfectly before he takes me into his arms and starts carrying me towards my bedroom because, obviously, I have problems with walking.
"How are you feeling?" he asked me again, and I realize I haven't answered his previous question.
"Sore and tired, but it was the best sex of my life. Don't pretend that you didn't look." I manage to smile
"Only for security reasons and only some quick glances, and please do not tell that to Mikkeli. When he wakes up, the first thing he will want to do for sure will be to kill me. I ignored his orders and put you in danger. If he finds out that I also was watching a little, he will castrate me," Tony jokes, but I see no joy on his face.
Both of us are incredibly embarrassed now with the whole situation.
"How long I was with Mikkeli?" I ask another question; I'm so tired that I'm afraid if I stop talking, I will fall asleep.
"About five hours, but it would be worse if Mikkeli wasn't already exhausted and full of silver."
Finally, we are close to my room, I hear the door open, and Hayden comes into the corridor. I'm grateful there are no children around; I don't want to have to explain to them my present state.
"You can relax, Hayden, it's over," Tony says and doesn't try to hide the obvious irritation in his voice. I guess he and Hayden spent the last five hours mainly arguing with each other.
The Beta is completely ignored by Hayden, who looks at me, and I can see that he is concerned.
"Are you alright?" he asks, and I nod. "Hannah, you can't do this ever again, you..."
"Just leave her alone; she's tired and doesn't have to listen to your preaching right now. Please take care of a job you have to finish in the next few days so everything will go smoothly!" Tony growls at Hayden and takes me to my room, and gently puts me on my bed.
Rose and Kyle come a moment later, and Tony allows them to take care of me, reminding them that if I need any medical attendance, they should call for Gideon.
They help me into the bathroom, and I gasp when I see my reflection in the mirror. I have many bruises, most of them are on my hips and thighs, my lips are swollen, and I have so many hickeys there's no point in even starting to count them. There are small traces of blood on my inner thighs, which makes Rose check me, but she confirms that they can be a sign of abrasion inside me, which is probably the main cause of the irritation I feel there.
They prepare a hot bath and help me wash. Then Rose decides that I'm going straight to bed to sleep, which I obediently do. There is no more fight in me; I just want to sleep.
But I don't regret; I don't regret any single moment I spent with Mikkeli.
Maybe it wasn't the most romantic way to do it, maybe it wasn't the most proper way to do it, but that was what should be done, that was what I wanted. And even if Jake is right and Mikkeli will never make me his Luna, maybe he will never commit himself to me, maybe one day I will have to escape from him, at least for these five hours he was only mine, and no one can ever take it away from me.