Chapter 3
Gillam
Maybe I’d already died. In that case, death was a wonderful state.
A lovely scent seeped into my lungs, and warmth enveloped my muscles. I burrowed closer, and the softest velvet caressed my cheeks and palms. Mmm. I took another deep breath and sighed. Oh, it smelled wonderful. Was I naked? My skin tingled in unfamiliar places, and the warmth moved against me.
Hands. I’d never been touched before! Not like this, with big, coarse hands and strong fingers, hot on my back.
They slid up and down along my spine. My eyes popped open, but I couldn’t see.
Yellow light flickered and got overshadowed again.
The dizzying scent got stronger. Deep sighs and quiet moans reached my ears.
Was that me making those sounds?
I couldn’t keep them down.
“Shh. I’m here.”
His voice. I was with him. The stranger from my dreams—Fergus was his name.
It was his scent, his hands, his warmth.
He was holding me, petting me tenderly. His lips brushed my forehead.
I had no will of my own when I strained closer.
I tucked my face into the crook of his powerful neck and opened my mouth over his skin.
I needed more of his scent, his essence.
I needed to drink it. Lick it. The taste!
“You were shivering, love, and called my name in your sleep.”
Did I? I’d dreamed of him. A formidable alpha, tall like a giant with wide shoulders and broad hands that could crush boulders.
But his smile was so tender, and his dark eyes looked wise and deep.
They seemed to shine golden around his irises.
He’d fed me when I was too weak to move, bathed me with tenderness, combed his fingers through my hair…
He’d kept me warm, and I’d felt safe and happy.
Had that been a dream? Now I breathed him in, and he smelled so wonderful I couldn’t tear myself away.
Who was Fergus? And what was I doing, clinging to him like this? Was I even awake?
My body didn’t seem to care about any of those questions.
I was naked in the arms of a stranger, licking his skin shamelessly.
My groin ached horribly. My shaft strained between my legs, my insides clenched, and an insistent yearning spread through my guts.
The hollow, itchy sensation grew and grew, until I writhed and whimpered.
Suddenly, wetness leaked out of my hole, the oily liquid smearing my crease.
He tightened his hold on me, and the firm embrace comforted me, but it wasn’t enough. My cock rubbed against his hot skin, and I bucked my hips, seeking the scorching touch.
“Please…” I whined. What was I asking for?
“My darling,” he murmured, his voice deep, rumbling like a summer storm. “You need me already?”
Need him? How?
When he ran his huge hand over my ass cheeks, I cried out.
His caress had me immediately craving more.
And he knew. With both hands, he cupped my behind and pulled me to him, smashing my cock against his belly, and he kneaded and stroked, his fingers grazing through the wetness.
Entranced, I suckled on his delicious skin.
He rolled us on the bed, and I exclaimed in desperation when he let go of my ass.
“Please!”
My legs fell open, and my cock jerked, drooling clear liquid. I kept tilting my hips up, exposing myself in the most blatant way. I could smell my own slick—the heavy scent rose from between my legs, stronger than ever before.
Do you see that? Smell that? What are you doing to me?
A spasm gripped my core, and I wailed. Seeking relief, I lifted my knees to my chest. A small part of me was ashamed, but I couldn’t think clearly enough to restrain myself. My untouched hole was soaked with juices, and I was offering it to a stranger.
Had I gone insane?
Fergus growled, the sound vibrating through me. Hunger and raw passion. Gripping my thigh, he spread my legs wider and paused, staring at my wet crease. I shuddered, wanting to cover myself, but an even stronger spasm hit my insides.
“Help me,” I cried. Legs wide open, I bucked, and another trickle of slick leaked out of me.
He can see how wet I am…
Suddenly, I felt pressure against my closed rim.
His fierce gaze caught mine, and I gasped with a flash of clarity.
I was a virgin—the most fiercely protected virgin in the country.
My father had never left me unchaperoned, and I’d never touched an alpha before.
And now this stranger was about to take my innocence, enter my body with his cock like only a husband on a wedding night should be allowed.
He would take me because I’d pleaded for him to do it.
Yet his features were so familiar, his face so beautiful. And his scent. Had he put a spell on me?
He waited, poised above me, and my body screamed at me to let him in. Oh please, I needed him in me. The pressure increased, and my opening clenched against it just as the hollow pain inside my hole became unbearable.
“Please…” I whispered.
The gold in his eyes flashed, blinding me for a heartbeat.
Snarling, he pushed. The blunt head felt enormous against my slick opening. Just when I thought he couldn’t possibly get it inside me, my muscles yielded, and the massive hardness speared my virgin hole.
My scream hurt my throat.
The sudden invasion seemed to reach everywhere; it shoved my organs out of the way and took over my body.
I shook, horrified. What had I done? Had I truly asked—no, begged—for this?
His cock cut into me, massive and burning hot, alien, and violent.
It was lodged in me, in my raw flesh. He’d rip me apart with it. He’d kill me. I couldn’t want this!
My lower body throbbed around his cock, my legs quivering helplessly. How deep was it? I couldn’t tell. Was I in pain?
Panting harshly, I gazed up at him, too scared to move. He looked fierce, like a predator about to devour his prey, but then his eyes gentled, and he blinked.
“Breathe deeply, my love,” he murmured. “Slow.”
I obeyed.
“There. Breathe with me.”
Another breath. One more… and one more.
I was not in pain. Far from it.
The agonizing ache I’d felt before he entered me was gone, replaced by shocking fullness. But there was no pain, only a myriad of strange sensations I couldn’t even describe to myself.
I breathed deeply as he’d ordered me, his scent soothing me further.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said, his soulful eyes boring into mine.
I didn’t want him to stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered that emptiness meant agony. Now, spread wide and impaled, I felt a tremendous stretch and a slight burn that faded with every frantic beat of my heart.
I had no idea what he saw in my face when he smiled tenderly, leaned closer, and brushed his lips against mine in the softest of kisses. Then he nipped at my upper lip and traced it with the tip of his tongue. I opened my mouth to catch more of his taste, and his tongue stole inside.
He was in me, in my guts and in my mouth, and wasn’t that what I’d wanted? What I’d asked for? The brutal girth he’d forced into my hole had taken me off guard, but now that I was getting used to the overwhelming fullness, it felt satisfying in unfamiliar ways.
When he rocked his hips, moving just a tiny bit back and forth, his tongue gliding against mine, I sighed with relief. This was what I needed. My hands stroked up his sides of their own volition, and when he inched deeper into me, my guts loosened, welcoming him.
Tingles spread from my hole into my shaft, spilling through my stomach and chest. I moaned.
“That’s it,” he whispered against my wet lips. “This is how it should feel.”
He rolled his hips lazily, sliding in and out of me. His cock was long and thick, hard and heavy like stone, but the deeper it stabbed me, the better it felt. It stretched me, filled me, burrowing into the farthest recesses of my body, and on instinct, I reached down to grab it. I wanted to know.
“Oh god!”
My hand barely wrapped around the girth. There was so much left, I wouldn’t be able to take him whole. He’d gut me if I did. Fear blended with desire, danger with unknown delights… Was I afraid of him or of my own sudden lust?
“Shh, my love. I won’t hurt you. I can’t.”
He took my hand away from his cock and pinned it above my head.
He kissed me again, sped up his thrusts, and I melted under him and around him.
My hole sang with bliss, slick overflowing.
So good. Oh lord, it felt so good. After the aching want had carved me out, Fergus filled me with pure love.
My flesh clung to his big cock, my cries rose higher, and the most amazing feeling burst from my belly.
I wailed, my shaft spitting creamy cum between us and my inner muscles spasming.
The pleasure was incomparable to anything I’d ever felt.
I died with joy and was reborn on every thrust of his wonderful cock.
He didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through the peak.
Faster, harder, and it got even better. My hole got more and more pliant, and he could reach deeper, easily sliding through the juices that oozed out of me.
The next time I peaked, stars flickered behind my eyelids.
Waves upon waves of raw delight flared out from around his cock as if he fucked some kind of magic into me.
“My treasure.” His voice resonated through me and wrapped itself around my heart.
Already, I felt another climax rising.
“What’s happening?” I gasped.
“Passion. You’re changing into an animal.”
I’m in heat.
He pushed harder, and I was so soft inside, my hips loosened, my belly bulged, and my body simply welcomed him.
All the way. Heavens, he was in me to the hilt.
His groin rested against my ass, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me even closer.
The thick hardness reached my very center, my torso overfull…
and I smiled. Nothing had ever felt better.
When he rolled his hips, widening my hole further, my flesh throbbed with delight. I cried out.
“I’ll knot you, darling.”
The way he moved… oh lord. He thrust deep into me, then made a circle, and thrust, and circled his hips again… He was stretching me out, making space for himself, and then he sped up.
Now he truly took me. He shoved his cock in and out of my raw flesh with force and to the root. Wet slaps and loud squelching sounds accompanied our mating.
This climax became devastating in its power. I arched in Fergus’s arms and wailed. My hole clenched on his cock, as if my body wanted to pull him into me and lock him inside so it wouldn’t ever need to give up this ecstasy.
“Gillam. My treasure.”
His hips stuttered. A couple of heartbeats later, a sweet sensation bloomed where his fat cockhead jolted in my core. Like a cool potion spreading through my throbbing guts, healing me on the inside.
His seed.
The fullness grew, his knot swelling, and I clutched at his shoulders while tears ran down my temples. It was so big already. More. All the demons in hell!
A sting of pain on the side of my neck sent tendrils of warmth down my spine. Fergus bit me, and for some unknown reason, I moaned with desire. He grazed his teeth down my throat to my shoulder and bit harder, making me moan louder.
His knot stopped growing, but it seemed to pulsate. I was impaled and stretched to capacity, on the very edge of what could have been excruciating pain. Yet my guts tingled with heavenly contentment, and senseless happiness filled my heart.
Fergus kissed me, traces of blood on his lips. He bit me, tasted my blood while filling me with his seed. He owns me now.
He rocked our joined bodies, gently stirring the connection between us.
His knot moved in me, pumping slowly, and I thought I felt even more of his cum pour out of his shaft in pulses.
Immediately, I fell in love with the feeling.
It made me come again, just a simmering, gentle climax, that left me so sated, I could barely move a muscle.
He trailed kisses along my cheek and down where he’d bit me before. “You’re so sweet, my darling.” His whispers tickled my neck. Then he licked the wound.
We stayed locked together for the longest time, kissing. Sometimes, he thrust into me with the knot, and I would never have imagined something so violent could feel so good.
When the knot receded, he rolled us to the side, and his softening cock slipped out, leaving me open, my muscles confused.
I was so carved out on the inside I felt cool air in me.
He must have known it would feel strange because he put his hand between my ass cheeks and slid a finger into me, massaging the slippery walls of my hole.
Ever so slowly, I regained control over my muscles.
Pliant, I burrowed into his embrace and closed my eyes. I stroked my belly, thinking of his cum in me, how incredibly satisfying it felt. I was so content I might have been floating.
“My beautiful treasure… take care of you… keep you safe… my darling little mate… My fate, my Gillam…”
I couldn’t truly comprehend what he was saying, but the melody of his tender whispers lulled me to sleep.