Chapter 19 #4
“You’re doing so well, angel,” he whispers to me, his lips on my forehead. Then he pushes into overdrive, thrusting like nothing could hold him back. I thrash as he hits every nerve inside me. Again and again, he thrusts, working his hips.
I shake all over, reveling in pleasure, while he pulls back, holds my hips, and takes me to heaven. His eyes are on me, dark as storm clouds. “So fucking beautiful.”
No words, nothing but me moaning for more, lost to this reality. I want my hands to feel his body, but instead he lets me feel how deeply he surges, grunting with each rock of his hips forward
The cabin is warm and gold, and the sea is swaying us softly from outside. His mouth comes down to mine as he finds his rhythm, deliberate and certain, the way he does everything, and I give myself to him completely because there is nothing left in me that wants to resist.
Then he pauses, and I’m glad for a moment to catch my breath, my whole body shaking, the fire between my legs burning me up. He pulls out and I groan.
“Roll over. I want you on your knees, ass high.”
“You tease.” I oblige because I’m so horny right now and he needs to get back inside me. I hold on to the rope while perching my hands against the wall where I’m tied up.
His huge hand is between my legs, spreading them, then fingers are on my clit, pinching, squeezing.
“That’s so unfair,” I moan. “You have the power.”
“Exactly,” he answers and blows me a kiss. “I love seeing you so drenched for me. You should see the view from back here, slick slipping from your pussy. Fuck me, I’ll never stop seeing this.” Then he’s got his cock pushing into me.
“About time,” I tease.
His fingers grip my hips hard as slams into me.
“Fuck!” I cry out, as he’s going so much deeper, my throat hoarse as I keep calling out.
North holds me against him, growling, destroying me just as he promised. Of course, I hadn’t really expected him to keep his word, and I’m not complaining, but oh my God, this man knows how to fuck.
I’m thrust back and forth, his huge cock ramming into me relentlessly, and I might be seeing colors.
My back arches, and I’m breathless, letting myself go.
“Fuck, I love your pussy, Adelaide.” He keeps taking me, no pausing. This man is full of energy, and I shudder when everything becomes too much.
I’m gasping for air, my body euphoric, my eyes shut as I fly away, every inch of me tightening as an orgasm rips through me.
North is hissing. “Oh, fuck—you’re strangling me!”
The sound he makes is somewhere between a groan and a laugh, and I would laugh back if I could form thoughts, but I can’t. I’m too busy floating somewhere above my own body as the climax keeps rolling through me in waves I can’t seem to stop.
Then his breath hitches. Hard.
“Adelaide—” His voice has gone rough. “I can’t hold back anymore. I’m—”
Whatever he was going to say dies, turning into a low growl as he comes undone behind me, his whole body going taut, and I feel him unravel.
Then the pressure of his knot begins to build. I recognize what this sensation is, and I’m already relaxing into it, bracing for the specific full stretch of an Alpha locking us together.
Except, something keeps building inside me. Not just the initial press and lock. Another pressure beginning to build on top of the first, pushing wider, deeper, reaching somewhere I didn’t know had a sensation to reach.
My eyes fly open. “North—” I manage, breathless, my voice pitched higher than normal. “North, something feels—”
I can’t finish the sentence. The second layer of him continues to swell and settle into place, and my whole body is dealing with something entirely new and significantly more intense than the single knot I was prepared for.
“Oh my God, why are you so big—”
I twist my head around, and behind me, his face breaks into the most self-satisfied, beautiful grin I have ever seen on a human being.
“Angel,” he says. “I thought you would have noticed earlier. I have a double knot.”
I stop breathing for a second.
“A what?”
“Double knot.”
“That’s—” I try to process this. “That’s a thing?”
“For some Alphas, we have them, but it’s rare.
” His voice is a low, warm rumble, and he’s completely floating on whatever his body is also dealing with, blissed and slow and pleased with himself, by the state of his glazed eyes.
“It’s part of what made me useful in certain ways that aren’t relevant right now. ”
“What does that even mean?” I’m stretched to what feels like maximum capacity, and he’s casually dropping biology news on me. “You could have warned me.”
“I could have.”
“Oh my God!”
“It’s better as a surprise. And because it isn’t just about the stretch. Wait for it.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“There’s something called a Snap Climax. Give it a minute.”
“Are you making that up?”
“The name, yes, that’s mine. The experience, no.” He grins. “It’ll happen when the second knot fully seats. You’ll understand then.” He’s groaning, holding on to me, buried deep in me, still pumping his cum into me, filling me, and loving every second of it.
“I’m not sure I can handle any more—”
“Trust me?” he asks.
I do trust him. That’s the whole problem. Now I’m barely able to process the feeling of being this full and—
In a split second, every single nerve I have fires at once right between my thighs, deep inside.
And I howl a scream. It tears out of me before I even make sure of what I’m really feeling.
I’m convulsing, my vision whites out, and that orgasm wave isn’t something I’m riding.
It’s rolling through me, starting from the pressure point deep inside me and radiating outward in pulses, again and again and again. Each one deeper than the last.
He’s still pumping into me, coming inside me, but it’s as if my own body is responding to his release, the intensity heightening.
Tears slide into my hair because my body doesn’t know how else to release this much sensation.
My insides are vibrating, time has either stopped or lasted an hour, but somewhere through all of it, I understand with total clarity why he named it what he did, because it isn’t one climax—it’s a sequence of them snapping off each other like a chain reaction, each one setting off the next, and I am completely powerless to do anything except let it happen.
North unties my hands and brings me down onto the bed, holding me through it. His arms locked around me, and his own breath is just as ragged against my skin. I’m shaking in his embrace, still moaning and half out of it.
When it finally, finally, releases me, I collapse, limp, into the cloud of a blanket beneath me.
He rolls me onto my side carefully, until he’s behind me, both of us still locked together, and he wraps me up tightly in his arms.
Finding my voice, I’m panting heavily. “Fuck, North. What the hell was that?”
He kisses my neck. “Snap Climax.”
“Nothing could have prepared me for that. And I see why you call it that. I’m still in shock.”
He laughs, then kisses my neck.
“Definitely an experience. It still tingles,” I murmur. “Everywhere. Like my whole body is electric but still coming.”
“You’re welcome.”
I close my eyes, snuggling into his arms, still riding that train through Pleasure Town. North lies behind me, his cock deep in me, locked in place by two knots. Wow. I’m still dealing with that.
The boat rocks gently, and I’m wrapped up in the warmth of this man who told me the world could end and he’d want to be nowhere else.
I believe him.
That might be the most surprising thing of all.