16. Esme
Sixteen
Esme
Sven’s knot keeps us locked together for a long time.
I don’t know how long. Time’s gone soft and weird, the heat still there but quieter now, and I lie sprawled on his chest with him still buried deep inside me, still swollen, his massive arms wrapped around my back, his purr…
And the bond… This new thing between us, strong, warm and steady.
“Stop that,” I mumble into his throat.
“Stop what.” His voice rumbles under my ear.
“Being all… I can feel you. Through our bond. You’re being possessive and obsessed. It’s a lot!”
He chuckles. “Get used to it.” His arms tighten. “I’m gonna be like this about you for the rest of my life.”
I giggle, lifting my head to look at him. The stone-faced alpha the whole town steps around is flat on his back in my wrecked bed, looking up at me like he’s about to eat me whole. Again…
My heat picks that exact second to come back up. I feel it roll through me; the fever cranking again, that deep pull gathering low in my belly. Sven’s breath catches, his cock twitches inside me, getting hard again.
But this time I don’t wait for him to take over. I plant my hands on his chest and push myself up. He goes still, watching me with one corner of his sexy mouth lifted as I sink down on him slowly, taking him deep. His eyes roll back and his hands come to my hips.
“Esme…”
“No,” I press a hand flat to his chest. “It’s my turn.”
Sven fists his giant hands in the sheets and lets me run the show.
“Okay,” he says roughly, eyes growing black. “Take what you want, little one. I’m all fucking yours.”
I slowly start moving, finding my rhythm, rolling my hips, learning how his shaft feels in this position, and oh… it’s deeper… fuller. I sink down, grinding into him, and his body shudders under me.
“That’s it,” he breathes, watching me, fists clenched into my covers, holding himself back for me. “Ride me. Take what you need… fuck, look at you.”
And I’m not scared of his size. My body knows him.
Takes him. Stretches around him and holds him deep, as I rise and drop, setting a wicked pace.
Faster, harder, using him to get exactly what I need…
and he lets me. Sven Greymark fucking lets me use him, take what I want off his body.
Staring up at me with glazed-over eyes, panting, his impossibly broad chest rising and falling.
“So fucking good,” I rasp breathlessly, and Sven’s eyes flash. “You feel so good, Alpha. You’re being so good for me, letting me…”
“Fuck.” His hips jerk up and I press my hand down harder.
“Still, handsome. Please stay still for me. Let me…”
He groans and goes still again, shaking with how hard it is to let me do this. The power of it goes straight to my head. I can do this to him. I can wreck this enormous male just by riding him. I feel it through the bond: his pleasure; him handing himself to me…
I ride him hard with my hands braced on his chest, my hair hanging down around us, his cock deep and perfect every time I lower myself on it. And I feel his knot starting to swell again, stretching my entrance every time I sink, and I want it. All of it. I want to be locked to him again.
“I’m close,” I gasp. “Sven…”
“Take it.” His voice is a primal grunt, his body straining to stay still and let me have my fun. “Take your knot, Omega. Take fucking everything you need from your alpha.”
I drop hard, rolling my hips, and force his knot inside me, and I break…
I come apart riding my mate, clenching hard…
and the second I do he fucking loses it, his giant hands coming back to my hips to slam me down and hold me there as he fucking roars and lets go, flooding me again, hot and endless, filling me to the fucking brim.
I collapse on my guy’s his chest, locked to him, full of him, bonded and claimed and gone. His arms come around me and his purr starts back. Then I feel my heat finally start to recede. All I feel is boneless, spent, and completely his.
“You did so good, baby. So fucking good,” he rumbles into my hair.
“You let me ride you,” I mumble through a smile, already half asleep.
His chest vibrates under me with a low, warm laugh.
“I’ll let you do anything, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Anything you want. For the rest of our fucking lives.” His hand spreads over my back. “Sleep, little one. I got you. Not going anywhere.”
I fall asleep locked to my mate, with his strong heart beating steadily under my ear.