Chapter 10 Scorched #2
But now, as I lavished in his hungry, inexperienced desire, I knew that there was no artifice here.
Monte didn’t have a clue what he was doing.
He grasped at me, clinging and pulling, desperate for more, yet completely lost in how to satisfy the ache consuming him.
His control of himself was so fragile that I could feel him partially shifting beneath me.
“Easy, Monte. Look at me.”
My voice came rougher than I intended, but it reached him. The glow in his eyes dimmed, and his claws withdrew, though his hands didn’t stop moving. They roamed my chest, brushed down to my stomach, skimming dangerously close to the front of my pants.
I caught his wrists and pinned him down to the floor, my veins pounding with the rush of overtaking him at last as he squirmed and bucked beneath me. My hand cradled the back of his head, as I thread my fingers into his hair and drew my face close to his.
“Are you sure you want this?” The lust was thick in my voice as I brushed my thumb across his bottom lip, my mind’s eye flashing with all the filthy things I wanted to do with that mouth.
Monte whimpered and caught my finger between his lips.
The moment his tongue curled around my thumb, I went hard. When he bucked his head up to suck it deeper, I nearly lost the thread of control I had left.
“You naughty little thing.”
I crashed my mouth to his and swallowed the startled sound he made.
It deepened into a moan that vibrated against my lips.
He tipped his head back, letting his mouth part wider for me.
I drew back to meet the dazed look in his eyes before claiming his mouth again, thrusting my tongue past his lips.
All his frantic neediness vanished, frozen solid by my onslaught.
I devoured the taste of him just as I’d dreamt of since that night in the glade. With every glide, I poured all my nights of unindulged want into him, and with each groan that resonated through my ribs, I dared him to understand just how deeply I had lusted after my own brother’s mate.
Monte didn’t remain paralyzed in shock for long, to my mild surprise.
Soon he was exploring as well, tentatively at first, roving over my skin with his hands while I deepened the kiss, then with his own mouth when I pulled back.
He tried out any technique he desired, searching for what kind of kiss he liked best. I nipped and he nipped back.
I crushed him down against the floor, the weight of my body immobilizing his, and he moaned with the pleasure of being dominated.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” I groaned when I finally pulled up for air.
I didn’t dare elaborate what I meant by that. If he didn’t understand what I meant by that, then he never would, and I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by pouring out even more of my heart.
But through the heavy-lidded lust in his eyes, I saw a glimpse of pity and a yearning as fierce and forbidden as mine.
Oh yes, he understood. Damn him, Monte understood all too well, and I couldn’t bear looking at that expression for a single moment longer. Already, I regretted saying that much.
And since I couldn’t bear it, I decided to do something about it. Without warning or mercy, I grabbed Monte and flipped him face-down. With that, our struggle took on an entirely new dimension.
I wanted to see how he would respond, how he would react to the growing pressure against his ass. Would he be too scared to do anything at all?
But no, my Omega surprised me once again.
He moved cautiously at first, wriggling his hips, and pressing up against me.
I couldn’t stop myself from groaning, shocked at how easily he could inflame me.
No wolf had ever aroused me so completely or so thoroughly.
I’d never been this close to losing control, not even in my teen years.
Just this, feeling his body do nothing but move beneath me, was almost too much to bear.
“Do you understand what you’re begging for?” I growled in his ear. “Do you understand what will happen if you keep grinding your ass against my cock?”
“No,” Monte whimpered.
I froze. Oh Goddess, I really needed to stop before this went any further.
“But I want to,” Monte continued. “Please show me, Felix. You’re the only one I trust.”
I swallowed, my hand shaking as it went down to my fly. It was a very good thing I’d stayed clothed until now, else I truly might have shocked Monte into stopping. Or, just as likely, one of us might have finished outright.
However, when I rose to disrobe, Monte rose with me, getting up on his hands and knees. Did he assume the position purely by instinct, or had someone told him this was what good little Omegas did for their Alphas?
“Stop moving,” I muttered as Monte’s frantic need stymied me once more. He kept shoving his ass against my hand, preventing me from unbuttoning.
Monte obeyed, but he whined in desperation as he waited for permission to move again.
Fascinating. I’d have to explore just how deeply his obedience ran in the future.
When I unzipped, his entire body shuddered. When I freed myself, I was the one to twitch as unrestrained lust infused my being. Even without touching him, I could feel the promise of him around my cock.
“You want it, don’t you?” I whispered. “You’ve probably wanted this ever since the Night of the Bloody Moon.”
“No,” Monte demurred, but his body told a different story.
He thrust his ass at me once again, but he couldn’t hold himself up.
His elbows gave out from sheer anticipation, and he buried his face in his arms as he panted to endure the denial.
This position left his ass the only thing up in the air, flushed and trembling with need.
Fuck. What a view.
I’d been so good for the last few weeks.
I had refrained from stroking my cock as much as possible, and I’d only given into temptation a handful of times.
This afternoon had been one such exception, and although I’d had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, I wasn’t drained at all.
If anything, I was even more aroused, as if I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had filled my Omega brimming full of me and pounded my seed into the deepest parts of him.
My hand trailed the length of his back, feeling every shiver that rippled under his skin. I moved lower, caressing the curve of his ass. My fingers grazed his hole.
He was so wet. The scent of his natural slick and him was all I could breathe.
I slipped a finger inside him slowly, and Monte gasped. He clenched around me instinctively. With my other hand, I smoothed down his back, working the tension out.
He was so warm inside. So fucking tight.
I added a second finger, thrusting gently, stretching him open.
“Oh Goddess…” Monte squirmed, whining under his breath, his knees slipping wider apart on the rug. Slick oozed onto my fingers and dribbled down the insides of his thighs in sticky rivulets. “Oh, fuck.”
By the time I pulled my fingers free, he was a leaking, moaning mess, begging me to make the cruel burn of his heat go away.
Watching him fall apart like that did something to me. It made something in me snap.
I lined myself up against him, my breath catching as I gripped his hips.
The moment the wet tip of my cock touched his flesh, Monte gasped and convulsed violently, in a display that mirrored my own strikingly intense pleasure, and the only difference between us was that I had to be the one with self-control here.
“This will hurt,” I warned him as I drew lazy shapes with wet, sticky lines on his tight ring of muscle, mixing my precum with the slick lubricating his hole. I’d stretched him as best as I could, but I feared it wasn’t enough. Not for him to take all of me without the discomfort.
Monte’s strangled whimper may have contained words, but I was past the point of reason. Unless he explicitly told me to stop, nothing would hold me back.
“Felix, please,” he groaned. “Please…”
In spite of myself, I paused. With my cock pressed up against him, ready to ruin him, I took in a breath and held it while I waited for Monte’s next words.
“Alpha.” He drew a deep, ragged breath, and sounded like he was on the verge of breaking down into tears.
I waited. And waited. Maybe his senses would return this instant, and he’d ask me to stop. The tension throbbed, and I could feel an ache building behind my temples. The mere struggle of keeping still and not plunging into the delectable ass in front of me was going to kill me.
But perhaps Monte lacked for words as utterly as I did. In the end he didn’t need them. Without saying anything at all, he eased back on my cock. It was the lightest of pressure, and it barely pressed his hole. It was enough to shred the last bits of my resolve.
I bent down low, curling over him with my entire body. “Monte,” I whispered in his ear. He shivered. “This may hurt a lot.”
Monte gave me a halting nod, then buried his head in his arms, his wavy hair spilling over them in turn. “Whatever it takes to make it stop,” he pleaded. “Please, Felix, I’m begging you.”
I was speechless. The discomfort of his raging desire was worse than I’d thought, if he was begging for me, the promise of pain be damned.
“Count to three, Monte,” I gave him a gentle command.
“One, tw—aah!”
I thrust into him, only to be met with fierce resistance; glorious, gripping resistance that clenched around me.
Monte let out a sound that was somewhere between a hiss and a whimper, his back bowing as his muscles trembled. He tried to pull away.
I caught his hips before he could escape.
“Breathe,” I said, working the thick head of my cock past the tight barrier. “Don’t fight it.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.” I tightened my hold and showed him with another slow thrust. “Relax for me. I’ve got you.”
His fingers dug into the rug. “It hurts—Fuck!”