Chapter 10 Scorched #3
“I know, I know,” I murmured. I steadied my rhythm and let my hands knead his cheeks, sliding down the curve of his hips and along his thighs, easing him through it. “Breathe with me.”
Monte shuddered beneath my hands, his breath stuttering before coming out as a shaky sigh. He took in a deep inhale and breathed out slowly, but he relaxed somewhat to allow me to push a few more inches into his exquisite heat.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
At my words, he let out a throaty moan and visibly loosened up.
Little by little, deep breath after deep breath, the resistance eased as he yielded to me.
His body opened up for me on a primal level I’d never before understood.
I’d felt it in my wolf before, but I’d never understood what it meant to truly mate. Until this moment.
“Monte.”
Before I even knew what he was doing, he reached a hand back, searching for mine. When our fingers met, he not only squeezed tight, but pulled me ceaselessly toward him, as if he needed me to fill him even faster.
“Incredible,” I whispered. “You’re so fucking incredible.”
Whether he heard me or not, I had no idea, but he pulled even harder.
It would have been so easy to finish then and there, to spill my seed at the halfway point and be done with it all, but I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I’d shown Monte the pleasure awaiting him on the other side, even if only a taste.
My entire world now revolved around proving this point to him.
Tugging his hips, I dragged him down the rest of my length, burying deep inside him. He was tight. So warm and tight. Folding perfectly around my cock.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to stay still, giving him a moment to adjust while I wrestled the urge to spill right then and there.
Monte writhed beneath me, making small sounds of protest, grinding his ass on my cock.
So demanding, this little Omega.
I pulled back and snapped my hips forward, driving back into that intoxicating warmth.
“Oh… fuck,” Monte cried.
I did it again, harder this time. His body arched with a strangled cry as his fingers clawed at the rug.
I kept the rhythm, driving into him again and again, letting him learn the pace, the angle, the feel of me.
In no time, he began to move with me, finding a rhythm of his own.
He rocked his hips to meet me thrust for thrust. Every gasp that left his mouth was a shameless plea for more.
The innocent Omega I thought I knew morphed into a devilish, submissive inferno of lust. He went from fearing the unknown and being unsure of his own body to knowing exactly what he wanted and how to get it.
“More… feels so good… give me more.”
The sound of his broken moans went straight to my cock. He arched his back and rolled his hips.
Fuck.
Monte knew exactly how to work me up.
His slender fingers found mine again. He laced them together and caressed them with erotic abandon. I could feel his wolf move beneath his skin like a live current thrumming against my palm. When Monte growled, the sound shot through me to my wolf. He was giving me every part of him, wolf and man.
I gripped his hand harder, trying to anchor myself, but the harder I held, the faster he moved.
“Stop,” I gasped. “If you keep doing that, I’ll—”
But Monte just moaned harder, slamming his hips back again and again. He yanked my hand lower, pressing it against the pulsing proof of how far gone he was. He was teetering on the edge, maybe even further than I was.
“Grip me,” he begged. “Squeeze me, stroke me. I want to know what your hand feels like.”
My fingers wrapped gingerly around his cock, afraid to hurt him. Of course, that immediately turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy as my feathery touch ignited a fire that couldn’t be quenched.
I squeezed him, hard, and his entire body squeezed me back, every muscle drawn tight, trembling. I rammed into him, deeper, harder, a reckless frenzy that engulfed any remaining hope of control. I was sprinting towards the edge, too. My limbs shook with it.
And then Monte whimpered out a single word, and I was ruined.
“Felix.”
It was by a miraculous margin that I managed to pull my cock free of his rapturous embrace. Knotting inside him was not an option, not with this heat-blinded Omega. The first spurt of my seed glazed his exquisite, scorching hole, all red and swollen, twitching with the memory of my cock.
Monte moaned and shuddered, spasms rippling through him in waves. He bowed his head low, baring his neck in ultimate submission. Waiting for the marking bite.
Without thinking, I crushed him tight from behind, my cock still erupting between us, soiling his back and my chest with my cum. My teeth closed around his nape. I sucked, but I didn’t dare bite.
He wasn’t mine to bite.
Somewhere between my orgasm and sucking on his nape, Monte had spilled his release over my fingers. The scent of him consumed me, musky and feral, raw as the beast stirring under my skin. I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted him from my fingers.
“Delicious,” I murmured.
But he said nothing at all.
“Monte?”
Quite suddenly, his body collapsed beneath me, but my terror was immediately dispelled when I caught the faint rise and fall of his chest.
Never before had I seen anyone pass out from the sheer pleasure of mating. Then again, I’d never taken anyone quite like this before. I hoped I wasn’t too rough on him.
With a sigh, I lowered myself beside him, fitting our bodies together and burying my face in his hair, breathing him in. Really, I couldn’t get enough of his scent. My fingers traced the smooth line of his spine, sliding past the small of his back to the curve of his ass.
“Fucking hell, Monte.” My cock stirred, already aching for another round.
But there was more than lust burning through me. Feelings I didn’t recognize crashed in from all sides. I couldn’t name them all, but there was desire—definitely desire—and regret, and a voracious hunger to possess.
But above all, there was the crushing truth. I pressed Monte against me as I nuzzled his nape, grazing his skin with my teeth in a futile attempt to calm the wolf raging inside me, desperate to claim him.
He wasn’t mine. Damn it. He wasn’t mine to keep.