Chapter 8 Pax
PAX
Aaron takes a quick shower and leaves the bathroom. I have to remind myself he’s coming back. He’s just going to grab condoms, and I can’t help but feel a pang of fear at the thought of being apart, even just for a moment. How ridiculous is that? But everything feels different with him.
Taking a deep breath, I lean back against the pile of blankets and pillows.
The softness surrounding me is comforting, soothing.
I close my eyes, letting the lull between waves of Heat take over me.
It’s peaceful here, tucked away in this cabin, and I can’t help but feel a sense of safety that I’ve never experienced during my Heat before.
I trust Aaron. The realization hits me hard, forcing me to open my eyes again.
I trust Aaron. It’s surprising, really. I’ve always been so wary of Alphas, convinced I had to guard myself against their expectations and desires.
But with Aaron, everything is different.
His nurturing nature pulls me in, and I find myself wanting more than just a physical connection.
I want to share this with him—this vulnerable, needy side of myself that I usually hide away.
A yawn escapes my lips, and I let the weariness tug at me. Just a quick nap, I tell myself, closing my eyes once more. The warmth of the blankets wraps around me like a cocoon, lulling me into a gentle doze.
Thoughts of Aaron flit through my mind as I drift off, his playful smile, the way he looks at me. The way he makes me feel. I can’t shake the eagerness building inside me, a desperate need to see him again. I want him back in the cabin, back within arm’s reach, where I can see him.
When I finally doze off, it’s with the lingering warmth of his touch still tingling on my skin. The world fades away, but the anticipation of his return, of what’s still to come, keeps me tethered between sleep and wakefulness. I want to feel him again, to dive into that next wave together.
I just hope he hurries back.
The door clicks open right as a surge of Heat forces me awake. A whimper falls from my lips as the palm of Aaron’s hand presses to my forehead.
“Looks like I got back, just in time.” Aaron drops his shopping bag on the cart that previously contained our snacks and he rushes from the room. “Be right back.” And he is. Naked. Gloriously naked.
I lick my lips as I smash my medium-sized dildo to the edge of the tub. I need more than needy ruts and toys up my ass. But while he prepares himself, I slide onto my toy.
Aaron’s pupils blow wide as I fuck myself. He’s so distracted he stops moving towards me. My slick and the toy make obscene noises.
“Fuck, baby. You look so sexy like that.”
I whine because I should have chosen the bigger of the toys. “Not enough.” I bounce harder and harder. Tears well in my eyes because it’s just not enough. “Please.”
“I got you, darlin’.” He grabs the box of condoms from the bag and rips it open. Knotting condoms, thank goodness.
He slides one on, his gaze never leaving me. Heat radiates from his body. My heart races at the sight of him, the way his muscles flex as he moves with purpose towards me.
“Just a sec,” he murmurs, pulling out a bottle of lube next. How thoughtful of him. The sound of the cap popping open sends a rush of excitement through me. “I want to take my time with you, Pax.”
“Please,” I whimper again. I want him. I need him. The throbbing inside is unbearable, and the toy doesn’t cut it. Not anymore.
Aaron steps closer, his presence overwhelming in the best way. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this, all eager and desperate for me.”
I shudder at his words, the intimacy of them washing over me. He trails his fingers down my arm, sending sparks of electricity across my skin. “Let’s get you feeling good, alright?”
With that, he pours a generous amount of lube into his hand, warming it before he brings it to my cock.
Stroking me slowly. “Just relax for me.” His voice is steady, reassuring, and I nod, trying to focus on his words as he works my cock.
“Relax, baby.” His free hand runs across my chest before squeezing a nipple. “How about you present for me?”
I drop to my knees in a second, the toy bouncing as it leaves my body. Aaron chuckles and runs a hand down my back, adjusting me.
“You’re so beautiful, Pax.” He kisses my hip and presses my back down just slightly more. “Ready?” He whispers against my skin.
I nod, ready for whatever he offers.
The moment his fingers slide inside, I gasp. The feeling of being stretched with flesh instead of silicone is exactly what I need. “More,” I urge, my body instinctively arching into him.
“Baby, I got you,” he replies, his voice low and husky as he adds another finger, curling them just right. I cry out, lost in the sensation, the world outside the cabin fading away until all that exists is him and me.
The pressure builds within me, each thrust of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge. “Aaron, I—”
“Not yet, darlin’” he cuts me off softly, moving his fingers faster. My body responds immediately, the heat pooling deep within me as I writhe in pleasure.
“Please,” I beg, desperate. “I need you inside me.”
He pulls his fingers out, and there’s a moment of emptiness before he positions himself at my entrance. My breath hinges. This is it.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod, breathless.
With a gentle push, he enters me, stretching me in the most exquisite way. I gasp, my body instinctively clenching around him as he sinks deeper. The feeling is intoxicating, and I can’t help but moan his name, “Aaron.”
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to move. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through me, building and building until I’m a whimpering mess beneath him.
“More,” I plead, my voice hoarse with need. I’m lost in him, in the way he fills me up, in the connection we share that goes beyond the physical. “Fuck me. Harder!”
“Just like that, darlin’, let me hear you,” he encourages breathlessly, his rhythm steady and deep. I unravel, the pressure inside me coiling tighter as he pushes me closer to the edge.
With each thrust, I teeter on the brink, the world around me disappearing until it’s just us. “Aaron, I’m—”
“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “Let go.”
With a final thrust, I explode, a wave of pleasure crashing over me as I cry out his name, my body trembling around him.
The intensity takes my breath away. My cum covers the nest below and I don’t care about the mess for once.
Aaron continues to fuck me, he nibbles my neck. My body already needs more and more.
“Want my knot?” Aaron asks through gritted teeth.
“Yes. More than anything. I need your knot!” My ass clenches around him and he moans out. His knot expands my hole and I can barely breathe. He’s bigger than my knotting dildo. Bigger than anything I’ve ever taken, and it’s amazing. “Fuck,” I whimper and sigh. “Perfect. Perfect.”
Aaron wraps his arms around me as he continues to thrust while locked inside me. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, as he pets my back, my hips, my shoulders. We’re locked together, and he shifts us, so we’re spooning in the tub again.
“This is just the beginning,” I pant, knowing how much more intense things are going to get.