Chapter 29 – WRAITH #3
The thought sobers me.
Need to prepare her.
Make sure she's ready to take me.
I work my finger in and out of her carefully, still circling the sensitive bud that's now throbbing with my thumb. Her inner walls clench around me, her body already seeking more.
"Another," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, Wraith."
I obey, gradually adding a second finger, stretching her carefully. She's so wet now, her arousal coating my hand, easing the way. Still, I go slowly, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.
Her building scent fills the air around us, sweet and spiced with her approaching heat. Even through the suppressant, her body is responding, preparing for an alpha's knot.
For my knot.
The reality of that hits me again.
She's writhing beneath me, wanting me inside her.
It doesn't seem real.
But the wet heat gripping my fingers is very real.
The sounds she makes as I curl those fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her cry out, are the most real fucking thing I've ever heard.
"Oh god," she moans, her back arching off the bed. "Right there."
I focus on that spot, pressing against it with my fingertips while my thumb continues its steady circles around her bud. Her thighs begin to tremble, her breathing quickening.
She's close.
Need her to come first.
Need to make sure she's ready for me.
"Wraith," she gasps, her voice breaking on my name. "I'm going to—"
She tightens around my fingers, her inner walls clenching rhythmically as she comes apart beneath me. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks ripple through her body.
Her eyes open slowly, hazy with pleasure, to find mine watching her intently. A small, satisfied smile curves her lips.
"That was..." she trails off, apparently unable to find the words.
I wait, giving her time to recover.
Time to change her mind if that's what she wants.
But she doesn't.
Instead, her hands find my wrists, tugging me back up her body. "I need you inside me," she whispers. "Now."
A low growl rumbles in my chest.
Want to give her what she's asking for.
Want to bury myself in her heat.
But I'm still worried about hurting her.
B-I-G, I sign, glancing down at my still-hard cock resting heavy against her thigh. N-E-E-D... M-O-R-E... T-I-M-E.
"Let me feel," she says, understanding my concern. Her hand wraps around me again, stroking deliberately now. "I want to try."
Can't deny her anything.
Not when she looks at me like that.
I shift between her thighs, positioning myself at her entrance. The head of my cock nudges against her, slick with her arousal.
"Slowly," she murmurs, her hands coming to rest on my forearms.
I press forward, just the tip breaching her. The tight heat of her body grips me, making me growl again, louder this time. Every instinct screams at me to thrust deep, to claim her fully.
I fight them all.
Force myself to go slow.
She's so tight around me, her body stretching to accommodate my size. I watch her face carefully for any sign of discomfort.
Her breath hitches, her fingers digging into my arms. I freeze immediately.
"Wait," she pants. "Just—just give me a second."
I don't move.
Don't breathe.
Don't do anything that might hurt her.
After a moment, she nods. "Okay. More."
I press forward again, another inch disappearing inside her. Again, I wait, letting her adjust, watching her face for cues. It takes time, patience, several more stops and starts before I'm halfway seated inside her.
The restraint is killing me.
But I'd rather die than harm her.
She's breathing heavily beneath me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her inner walls flutter around me, adjusting to my intrusion.
"You're so big," she whispers, but there's awe in her voice, not fear. "I've never felt so full."
Pride surges through me at her words.
"More," she urges, her hands sliding up to my shoulders, pulling me closer.
I push deeper, always watching her, always ready to stop at the slightest sign of pain. Inch by careful inch, I work my way into her body until I'm fully seated inside her up to the base of my swollen knot, our bodies completely joined.
The feeling is indescribable.
Tight, wet heat surrounding me completely.
Her body stretched around me, clutching me inside her.
I'm trembling with the effort of holding still, giving her time to adjust to my size. Sweat beads on my forehead, my muscles locked tight with restraint.
She shifts beneath me, experimentally rocking her hips. The small movement sends shockwaves racing up my spine.
"Move," she whispers, her eyes locked with mine.
I pull back carefully, almost to the tip, before pushing forward again in a slow, controlled thrust. She gasps, her back arching slightly.
"Again," she demands breathlessly.
I establish a rhythm, slow and deep. Each thrust carefully measured, controlled. Her body accepts me more easily now, wet and open for me. Her slickness coats my length, easing the way.
"Faster," she urges, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I comply, picking up the pace. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard thumping softly against the wall with each thrust. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, drawing me deeper.
"Yes," she moans, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Like that."
The sight of her beneath me, lost in ecstasy that I'm giving her, fucking undoes me. Her skin flushes a brighter pink, a light sheen of sweat making her glow like she's lit from within. Soft moans escape her parted lips with each thrust.
Beautiful.
Impossibly beautiful.
My alpha instincts surge to the surface. A growl tears from my throat, deeper and more possessive than before. My hips snap forward harder.
"Wraith," she cries, her eyes flying open to meet mine. "I'm close again."
I shift slightly, changing the angle of my thrusts to hit that spot inside her that made her come before. Her reaction is immediate, a sharp cry of pleasure escaping her lips.
"Yes," she moans. "Right there."
My knot swells more at the base of my cock, catching slightly on her entrance with each thrust. She feels it too, her eyes widening slightly.
"Your knot," she whispers, her inner walls clenching around my shaft at the words alone.
I slow my thrusts, questioning.
Giving her one last chance to change her mind.
This is going to hurt.
Maybe in a good way.
But it will hurt.
"Don't stop," she begs, her hands sliding down to grip my back as much as she can, pulling me deeper. "I want it. Need you."
Her words shatter what little remains of my control. My hips surge forward, driving into her with renewed purpose. One of my hands slips between us, finding that throbbing bud, rubbing it in hard, small circles as I slam into her.
I need her to come again.
Need her to come on my knot.
Need to feel her coming undone as I claim her.
Her back arches sharply, her inner walls clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses as she comes again, harder this time. My name falls from her lips in a broken cry that I'll remember for the rest of my damn life.
I thrust once, twice more, my knot catching against her entrance each time. With a final, careful push, I press it inside her just as I come with a vicious snarl.
My vision whites out.
My body locks rigid above her.
I'm vaguely aware of a deep, guttural beast roar tearing from my throat as I empty myself inside her, my release seemingly endless. My knot locks us together, fully swollen and pulsing with each wave that crashes through me.
Never felt anything like this.
Never knew it was possible to feel this way.
Whole.
When the waves pass and I'm left panting and dizzy, I carefully shift my weight to avoid crushing her, rolling us to our sides while keeping our bodies joined, clutching her to my chest like she might drift away if I let her go.
Nothing in my life prepared me for this moment. For the way her ocean eyes lock with mine, pupils still blown wide. For how her body fits against mine like she was made for me.
My fingers twitch, wanting to sign something, anything, but my muscles remain locked, arms rigid around her smaller frame. All I can do is search her face, looking for any flicker of pain or regret.
"Holy shit," she finally chokes out.
I respond with a soft growl, about to raise my hand to ask if she's okay, but she lifts a trembling hand to my masked cheek. "I'm good," she murmurs as if she can read my mind, leaning forward until her forehead rests against mine. "So much better than good."
The knot of fear lodged in my throat loosens.
Her words sink into me like salvation.
Didn't break her.
Didn't terrify her.
Didn't make her regret choosing me.
A vibration startles me—not from her, but from my own chest. A deep, broken rumble that sounds almost like...
Her lips curve into a smile as her own body answers with delicate omega purrs. "You're purring for me," she whispers, her palm pressing against my chest. "I didn't know you could."
Neither did I.
Sounds more like growling to me, but I'll take it.
She shifts her hips experimentally, gasping as the movement tugs where we're joined. The sensation ripples through me like lightning, pulling another involuntary growl from deep in my chest.
"God, you're huge everywhere," she breathes, her inner walls fluttering around my knot. No fear in her voice. Just awe.
I make a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan.
Story of my life.
Too big.
Too much.
Too intense.
But her eyes hold nothing but affection as she nuzzles into my neck. "Perfect," she whispers. "You're perfect for me. My alpha."
Something breaks open inside my chest.
Something I walled off years ago.
My alpha…?
My scarred hand comes up to cradle her cheek, thumb brushing across this perfect omega's flushed skin with reverence.
My omega.
Mine.