Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Kenai
I’d never seen anything more beautiful than Sylvie’s surrender.
I knew what it cost her. She was smart, ambitious, and completely capable of taking care of herself.
I wanted to show her that she didn’t need to—that I understood her trust was the most precious thing she could give me. A gift, and one I would not squander.
I kissed down her throat, taking my time despite the rut clawing at my control. Her pulse fluttered beneath my lips, rapid and wild. My hands slid under her robe, finally touching bare skin again, and she arched into me with a gasp that went straight to my cock.
Every brush of my fingers made her shiver, making those little sounds I was quickly becoming addicted to. I pushed the fabric aside slowly, giving her time to object, but she only undid the tie to help me remove it completely.
“Perfection,” I murmured, taking in the sight of her flushed skin, the way her chest rose and fell with quick breaths.
I traced the curve of her ribs, her waist, watching her face as I explored.
Her eyes were half closed, lips parted, and when I brushed my thumb across her nipple, her whole body jerked.
“Look at you, baby. Look how good you are for me.”
She was mine. The bond could come later, but it was inevitable—I knew that now. I was made for her, and I would do whatever it took to please her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her legs around my waist, the heat of her delicious cunt pressed against me, already soaking wet. I sank my fingers into her thighs as she nipped at my neck. I walked us back to the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed so she was spread out before me.
She reached down and spread herself open for me. “Please, Kenai.” Her pupils dilated. “Please, alpha.”
Oh, fuck. I shrugged off my pants in record time before lowering myself over her, pinning her to the bed with my weight.
I rolled my hips so the length of my throbbing cock slid through her slick folds, the head catching on her clit with every pass until she was mewling.
How easy it would be to just glide in exactly where I wanted to be.
Easy. Go slow. She needed this to be gentle, even if her heat was demanding otherwise. I had to show her what it meant to be cherished.
I continued to grind against her as my tongue laved the firm bud of her nipple.
I flicked it back and forth before sucking the entire thing into my mouth, hard.
The sweet moans she made told me all I needed to know.
I bit down softly until her back arched, then kissed all around, leaving a trail of red marks in my wake.
I wanted her covered in them. I wanted every inch of her marked as mine.
“Kenai, please…it hurts.”
“Use your words, Sylvie. I’ll give you whatever you need.”
“Need you…inside…” Her pants broke up the words, and the truth was, I couldn’t wait anymore either.
I shifted her thighs apart with my knee, and she complied easily.
I leaned on one forearm and guided myself to notch at her entrance.
Her hips rose to meet me, desperate. But I didn’t move, as much as I wanted to.
Instead, I kissed her, soft and questioning, until her lips parted and she welcomed me in.
As her tongue rolled against mine, I sank into her in one slow, deep stroke. I tried to memorize the perfect moan she made, the way it felt as her velvety heat stretched around me, holding me tight.
But the rut I’d been holding back broke through the last of my restraint. I snapped my hips back and into her, and she cried out my name.
“That’s it. Stop thinking. Just feel what I’m doing to you,” I rasped against her ear, and my good omega did. I watched her unravel, letting down that barrier she’s had up since we’d met, and it almost had me undone as well.
With every thrust of my hips against hers, she let out the most beautiful sounds, moving with me, taking me even deeper.
Her hands came up to frame my face, and the gesture was so tender it made my chest ache.
Our eyes locked, and in that moment I saw everything—the fear she was pushing past, the trust she was offering despite every instinct screaming at her to protect herself, the raw vulnerability of letting someone see her completely undone.
“I see you,” I whispered, my forehead pressed to hers as I moved inside her. “I see all of you, Sylvie. Every brilliant, stubborn, beautiful part of you. And I’m not going anywhere.”
A tear slipped down her cheek, and she pulled me into a kiss that tasted like cinnamon and a winter’s first snow. And gods help me, I was falling into her just as hard, just as deep, knowing that after this moment, nothing would ever be the same.
She started to flutter around me, and her nails dug into my shoulders. “I can feel you getting close. I’ve got you. I promise I’ve got you.”
She shifted her hips, and I snaked my hand between our bodies, my fingers pinching her clit.
There—right there. That was the spot that made her forget to be scared. That made her arch into me instead of pulling away.
My omega. Mine to protect, mine to pleasure, mine to—
Wait. Fuck.
She was perfect, and I could feel my knot starting to swell, every part of me wanting to claim her, to seal this bond that called to me louder than my own racing heart. But I pulled back, my thrusts shallower. She whimpered.
“What are you doing?” The need and desperation in her voice were thick, and it made me want to slam into her, knot her and never let go.
“My body is trying to knot you. That’s when—”
She looked between us, and her eyes went wide. “Will that fit?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You were made for this, omega.”
She bit her lip, and I twitched as her pupils grew wide and hungry.
“Do it.”
“Sylvie…” Gods, how I wanted to. “If I do now, with the rut, with…how I feel…I might not be able to stop the bond.”
She slowed her hips, just for a moment. The truth was, the bond was already there, and I knew her next words were the most vulnerable she’d spoken in a long time.
“I want you. I want…I want to be yours. Will you stay, Kenai? No matter what happens?”
“I’ll stay, Sylvie. Bond or no bond, I’m yours—until the last embers of winter magic die out.”
Her smile was more beautiful than a Christmas morning sunrise. “I said I would trust you, Kenai. Make me yours. Please, my alpha.”
There was no way to resist her—but I’d known that the moment I met her. I slowed my hips even more, rolling against her instead, working my knot into her. I moved again and again as it swelled further and began to catch. But she took it all, writhing for more.
“Fuck, Kenai, you feel so good. Don’t stop, please.”
“I’m not going to stop. I’m going to knot you, and I’m going to show you that you’re mine. I’m going to fill you with my cum until every other alpha who catches your scent knows you belong to me. Is that what you want, omega?”
She cried out my name as she came, and the impossibly tight squeeze of her cunt sent me over the edge with her.
With one final thrust, my knot locked into place as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me.
I fisted her hair and kissed her, and my magic released in a rush—snowflakes materializing from nothing, swirling around us in lazy eddies.
They caught in her hair, on her flushed cheeks, on her eyelashes where they sparkled like diamonds.
The air shimmered with arctic light, and I knew neither of us could resist it anymore.
A bite of cold seared the back of my neck as my mark grew, and I knew a twin mark appeared on hers.
The bond solidified, and suddenly I knew her—really knew her. The loneliness she’d carried for years. The exhaustion from always being strong. The desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, someone would see her and stay.
I’m staying. I’ll always stay.
Her eyes went wide, but it was with wonder, not fear, and I knew she would stay too.
“Kenai—oh, my Kenai.” She kissed me as we rode the waves of magic and ecstasy together for the first, but certainly not the last, time.