Evander #4
She shivers, and I grin, loving how responsive she is to my touch.
Lying here in nothing but a pair of lacy green panties, my mate is fucking gorgeous. She’s all mine, all spread out, so fucking willing, so needy.
I kiss one breast, and she gasps as I move to the other. Other than her breathing hitching every time I brush someplace sensitive, she’s quiet and still.
What I’d give to hear her scream my name.
I lower my kisses down her ribs, trailing to the left. When she grasps my hair, I gently bite at her hip, and she thrusts her hips upwards, whining underneath me.
So fucking perfect.
She’s here, beneath me, wanting me with the same desperate hunger I feel for her. My cock aches, painfully hard against my zipper, but I force myself to focus on her pleasure first.
“Can I touch you here?” I whisper, my fingers tracing the edge of her underwear. She stills, and I immediately move my hands, not wanting to pressure her.
“Yes,” she says softly. “You don’t need to ask me before doing things, Van. I’ll tell you to stop if I’m not comfortable.”
“That doesn’t work for me, I’m afraid. You never need my permission to touch me, little daisy. But I won’t take anything without your enthusiastic yes.”
She pouts at me, and I resist the urge to take her delectable lips in mine.
Fuck, she’s hot.
“That’s not fair.”
I smirk at her. “Life isn’t fair, pretty girl. But hearing you give me permission to do all these dirty, filthy things to you? Fuck, that turns me on more than it should.”
Her eyes widen. “It does?”
“It really does,” I murmur, pressing my groin against her leg so she can feel what she’s doing to me. “I can’t wait to hear you ask for everything you want.”
I press a kiss to her collarbone, and she shivers, her scent glands pushing out more of it.
“To have you writhing underneath me, whimpering and moaning, as I—”
“Van, this isn’t fair,” she whimpers, and I smile. “Please, please.”
“Exactly what I love to hear,” I say huskily. “This is a kink of mine I’m thoroughly enjoying, okay?”
She nods. “Okay. Please take them off.” She looks at the closed door, her voice dropping as she whispers, “Please, um, touch me there, too.”
I slowly pull her panties down her legs, my eyes drinking in every inch of her exposed skin. She’s perfect—absolutely fucking perfect—and the sight of her spread out beneath me makes my head spin.
My cock throbs painfully, my knot pulsing, but I have to ignore it. I force myself to focus on my mate’s pleasure, on making her feel good.
I trace my fingers up her inner thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. Her skin is impossibly soft, warm.
She parts her legs further without thinking, her body making room for her alpha.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice breaking on the word.
I lower myself between her thighs, one arm hooked beneath her knee as I breathe in her scent. She’s delectable, her slick soaking the bedsheets, and I’m desperate to taste her.
“Can I taste you here?” I murmur, my breath hot against her inner thigh. “I need to know you want this.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed in an effort to bring them closer to my face. “Please, Van. I need you.”
I press my lips to her slick folds. She cries out, her hands tangling in my hair, and I hum into her. Her whimpers are music to my ears, and a fresh rush of slick floods over my tongue at the sound.
I lap at her slick, savouring the sweet, musky taste of her arousal. Her thighs tremble around my head as I circle her clit with my tongue, and the sounds she makes—those desperate, breathy little moans—fuel my hunger for her.
“Van,” she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair as I suck her clit between my lips. I can feel her thighs trembling against my ears, her whole body tensing as she gets closer to the edge.
“Van, I’m—oh—oh—”
I double my efforts, licking and sucking until she’s writhing beneath me, her hands tugging at my hair as she moves.
Her orgasm crashes over her with a sharp cry, her inner walls clenching around nothing as she shudders beneath me. I don’t let up, licking through her pleasure until she’s pushing my head away, too sensitive for me to continue.
Her scent is everywhere, her taste divine, and I’m breathing heavy as I pull back for her.
“Van, please,” she gasps, her chest heaving. “I need you inside me. Please, I need you.”
My knot drags heavily at the base of my cock. I have to grit my teeth to keep myself from sinking into her immediately. I force myself to sit back on my heels, my hands trembling as I hover over my jeans.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice careful not to push for anything more than she wants to give.
She’s high from her orgasm. Her eyes are hooded, looking up at me with desire.
I don’t want her saying yes just because she needs me too much to think clearly.
“Van,” she breathes, reaching for me. Her fingers wrap around my wrist, tugging me closer. “I want you. All of you. Please.”
My knot aches at the words, and I close my eyes, trying to steady myself. I’ve never wanted this with anyone before. Never even had the desire. Yet now, it’s like my cock is acting all on its own.
I shudder when her hands rub my bare chest, and I press my forehead to hers, breathing hard. “I love you.”
She smiles. “Not as much as I love you.”
I grin at her, love swelling in my chest until it feels like it might burst. “Oh, I think I could give you a run for your money.”
She laughs, the sound sweet and breathless, and pulls me down for another kiss. I lose myself in her, in the taste of her, in the feeling of it all.
Her fingers undo my button, and I tug them down, trying not to move too far from her as I undress.
My cock is leaking pre-cum all over my boxers, and I get some on my hand as I tug them off. My body is already preparing to breed my mate.
Oh, fuck, Ev, don’t go there.
I’m bare before her, breathless with the effort of holding back. She reaches for me, her small fingers wrapping around my cock, and I hiss through my teeth at the contact.
Her touch is tentative at first, then more confident as she strokes me, her thumb swiping over the head, catching the mess I’ve already made.
I gape at her in awe as she pushes her thumb into her mouth, sucking at me.
Holy fuck, she’s a goddess.
A divine fucking goddess.
“Please,” she murmurs, looking up at me desperately. “Please, Van. I want you inside me. I’m on birth control, and you—”
I growl low, cutting her off by mistake, at the thought of being able to take her fucking bare. To be able to fill her, to feel her around me with nothing between us.
“Fuck, Cassie,” I growl, my hips bucking involuntarily into her grip. “You have no idea what you do to me, daisy.”
She smiles, a wicked little thing that makes my knot pulse painfully. “Then, show me.”
I nod, taking my cock in hand, lining myself up before easing into her slowly, watching her face—the way her lips part, the way her lashes flutter—for anything that isn’t pleasure.
She’s so fucking tight, so warm as I push into her.
There’s no resistance, no hesitation, as I slide inside.
Her body welcomes me, hot and slick, and I have to grip the sheets to stop myself from thrusting too hard.
She’s so small beneath me, so perfect, and the way she stretches around me makes my head spin.
“Van,” she whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Oh, my gosh, this feels amazing.”
“You feel amazing, daisy,” I murmur, trying to catch my breath as I give her a moment to adjust.
But it’s hard to do when she keeps tightening her walls around me, practically milking me.
“Van,” she whimpers, her voice thick with desire. “Please, move.”
I roll my hips experimentally, and the sensation of her clenching around me nearly undoes me. She’s so warm, so perfect, and the way she looks at me—like I’m everything—makes my chest ache.
She feels like she was built for exactly this. My knot is throbbing, but I don’t push in any further or let myself lose control with her.
I won’t hurt her.
I can’t.
I’d rather break myself instead.
“Van,” she whispers, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Why did you stop?”
She rocks her hips underneath me with needy little movements she doesn’t seem aware she’s making. I groan, meeting her thrusts.
Every time I brush over that spongy spot inside her, she whimpers, her slick leaking between us, her scent strong with lust.
I kiss the side of her neck beneath the curtain of her honey brown hair, sucking and biting, wanting to leave marks everywhere I can reach.
Her fingers dig into my back, leaving little crescents in my skin, and I fucking love it. I love that she’s marking me, claiming me in her own way.
“Oh, my gosh. Van, fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking on my name as I thrust deeper into her.
My cock is burning with the effort of holding back my own orgasm, but I refuse to do it until she’s ready. I want to feel her coming undone as I reach my own bliss.
Her nails dig in hard enough to draw blood as I pump my hips faster against her. She’s so fucking hot, so warm inside, that I could live here for the rest of my life.
I could happily die right here.
I feel her inner walls clench around me, her breath hitching as she gets closer.
Her face is flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, and she looks completely undone beneath me. I can’t believe this is real—that she’s mine, that she wants me like this.
“Van, I’m close,” she whispers, her voice trembling as I thrust deeper. “Please, I want to feel you... all of you.”
My knot pulses again, swollen and impatient, as it begs me to trust her yes. I fight against the instincts screaming at me to push it inside her as we reach our ecstasy.
I’ve never done this before—never wanted to with anyone. Before Cassie, I’d only ever fucked betas. I’ve never had more than a few nights with the same woman, never reaching the intimacy needed to want to knot them.
Betas aren’t built to take knots as naturally, and it takes a lot more preparation to avoid hurting them. I might not be a virgin, but my knot sure is.