Chapter 32 #2
“I’m going to bury this inside you until the only pain left is the stretch of my cock,” he rasped, holding my stare. “Every inch is going to lock inside you and fill that tight little cunt until you’re overflowing.”
He quickened his stroking. “But first, I’m going to open you up so good until you beg for it. Beg me to pump my cock inside that womb and flood it with my cum.”
“Dirty talker.” My length was swollen, so hypersensitive that the ache became unbearable, and I moved, my hand drifting toward it, needing release.
“Don’t touch yourself.” The low command stopped me cold.
He kept stroking, his entire being consumed by me, tracking my reaction to his own pleasure. He moved closer, and his erection, thick and veined, was a shocking size in the gloom.
A guttural cry ripped from his throat as his body went rigid. His climax pumped out, hot and viscous, splattering across my stomach and chest. The force of it splashed up to my chin, and I licked my lips. He was musky and salty, but it was also reminiscent of his scent.
I came undone from the display and taste, my own release spilling onto my belly as a broken moan tore from my throat.
He lowered himself onto the bed, grabbed one of my ankles, and guided my leg straight while my other foot planted on the mattress.
He started at my inner thigh, kissing a path upward, his tongue tracing patterns on my skin until he reached my now soft dick.
He licked me clean with unhurried laps, erasing the evidence of my release.
Gregory moved up to my belly and chest, where our mingled fluids cooled against my skin.
He laved over my abdomen to gather the sticky mess, then continued upward, cleaning me with a possessive thoroughness that humiliated me even as it aroused me.
When he finished, he rose and kissed me, his mouth still tasting of me, of him.
He deepened the kiss, tangling his fingers in my hair.
A sharp prick came as his claws extended and scraped against my scalp.
He let his canines lengthen as he slanted his mouth over mine, and a quick bite on my tongue gave way to the metallic tang of blood.
He didn’t back off, savoring it, consuming me.
Gregory started rocking against me, deliberately.
His body was huge, muscles engulfing my smaller frame and pinning me down into the bedding.
My dick, which had been soft only seconds ago, jumped hard again against his stomach, trapped between us.
The friction was agonizing, making me gasp against his mouth.
He broke away, an abrupt end to the kiss. Levering himself up, he shifted his weight and moved down my body. Gregory slid his palms to my lower back and waist. He lifted my hips, adjusting his weight, then dipped his head lower.
He took me into his mouth, sucking with a steady pressure.
He worked his way down and then back up, swallowing me whole before teasing the head with his lips.
I fisted the sheets, but he didn’t let up until the pressure built again, knotting in my gut.
I came with a choked cry, spilling into his mouth.
He gulped hard before letting go and lowering me back down. My body was boneless, spent, but Gregory wasted no time. “Flip over,” he rasped.
My limbs were heavy, yet I managed to roll onto my stomach. He grabbed one of the feather pillows and shoved it under my hips, lifting my ass. I reached for the other pillow and hugged it to my chest, rubbing my cheek against the linen.
“Okay?” His palms landed on my lower back, thumbs working into the muscles there, kneading out the tension.
“Yes.” The massage felt good, but then his touch slid lower, over the curve of my ass, and he spread my cheeks apart. A tremor ran through me, part anticipation, part nerves.
“Alpha,” I pleaded, the word muffled by the linen. “I’m hurting. Do something.”
“Hurting?” His breath ghosted over my back. “Or aching, my sweet Evan? Tell me what you need.”
He spread me wider, then came the tentative, wet touch of his tongue against my rim.
He licked slowly at first, mapping the sensitive skin, before it pushed inside, a bold, shocking intrusion. He fucked my ass with his mouth, swirling and probing until I was squirming against the pillow.
He relinquished his hold on my hips, and slick digits immediately slid in to replace the wet heat. One finger pushed inside, then two, stretching me. He moved them in and out, scissoring them, hitting spots that made me gasp.
My mind was mush, lost in the sensation. My dick was twitching, aching, and hard against the sheets. I reached down, my fingers closing around myself, needing the contact.
Gregory growled, but he didn’t stop me this time. I risked a glance back. While his fingers still worked inside me, his other hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking himself. The visual, combined with being opened and used, was too much, but it also wasn’t enough.
“Gregory.” The emptiness was now a physical pain. “Please, Alpha, fuck me. Use your dick.”
Gregory slid his fingers out, leaving me hollow and aching. The bed dipped as he shifted closer behind me. “Ready for me, my sweet Evan?”
“Yes, my Alpha.”
He grabbed my hips, sinking his thumbs into the flesh just above my ass. The blunt head of his cock glided along my crack, a torturous tease. I bucked against the pillow, and a desperate moan tore from my throat, needing him inside.
A stinging smack landed flat across my ass cheek. “Stay still.”
He nudged against my entrance again, the head of his cock pushing with purpose. “Relax for me.” He rubbed soothing circles into my hips. “Just relax.”
He pushed forward at an agonizing pace, a tearing sensation that stole my breath. I was filled to the point of bursting, stretched beyond anything I could have imagined.
I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth against the burn.
Gregory kept pushing, inch by agonizing inch, until the tearing became a fullness that ignited something inside me.
A raw, overwhelming sensation coursed through my veins, erasing the last remnants of pain.
Was it this omega body that was built for this?
Or had his prep been so thorough that the agony was only temporary?
Whatever the reason, all that remained was an incredible, consuming pleasure.
Gregory started to move slowly, thrusting deep. “Want me to keep going?” he asked, his voice strained.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t form words, so I gave a frantic nod.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, each push sinking to the hilt, crowding me from the inside.
“Sorry,” he grunted, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. “This might hurt.”
He drove forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. Almost instantly, the base of his cock swelled, a thick ridge expanding inside me to lock him in place.
Stretching me to my absolute limit, he came, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as his release flooded deep inside me.
My own orgasm erupted from my core. The release hit like lightning, ripping through me in a full-body convulsion that left me shaking and unable to breathe. The weight of him locked inside me sent a spike of fear through the aftershocks.
My vision blurred as a panicked whimper tore from my throat. The feeling of being stuck was terrifying, but Gregory moved instantly, his arms wrapping around me. “Easy, my mate. Don’t move or you’ll hurt yourself more. It’ll pass soon. My seed will help ease it.”
Tears streamed down my face anyway. It was too much—the memory, the pain, the bliss. He held me through it, letting me cry as his hand stroked my hair.
When the sobs quieted, he shifted us. “Gently now,” he said, more to himself than to me.
He moved us as one with an effortless, fluid strength. Keeping his arms locked around my waist, he guided me onto my side without losing the connection, staying buried deep inside me as we turned together.
“Might take a bit for the knot to go down.” He hugged me tight from behind, pressing soft, repetitive kisses to my nape, his tongue licking at the skin there. He was marking me, erasing the panic.
“I’m comfortable like this.” Exhaustion washed over me, making my words slur. Being filled so completely was the strangest thing I’d ever experienced. It was a deep, internal weight that felt less like him and more like an anchor. It wasn’t bad at all.
“Tired,” I mumbled, my lids already heavy.
“Close your eyes.” Gregory’s lips brushed my ear. “Sleep. I’ll clean you up later.”
The darkness claimed me, and I let go, falling asleep with him still locked inside me.