Chapter 43 #3
I don’t have time to fully absorb the meaning of his words, let alone answer them, before his fingers sink back into the waistband of my pants and this time drag them down in one rough pull.
The fabric tangles around my ankles, leaving my stance awkward.
Restrained. His hands never leave my skin as he straightens to his full height, fingers tracing hot trails up both my legs.
I pitch forward some more, my hands shift on the desk to keep myself steady as my breath comes in uneven pants. He reaches around me without hesitation, boldly cupping my pussy in his palm. Behind me, an appreciative hiss leaves him before he’s lifting the same hand to his mouth.
I turn my head just enough to watch as he admires the evidence shining there, the slick glistening on his fingers and palm.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, my head dropping forward between my shoulders. I’m so painfully turned on, it borders on overwhelming. Not “in heat” turned on. No, nothing is quite as bad as that, but I’m reaching the end of my limit and seconds away from begging.
Either the timing is perfect or he’s paying close attention to my feelings through the bond even now, despite everything else pressing in.
Whatever the reason, he doesn’t make me wait much longer.
There’s the rustle of his clothes being removed.
He doesn’t stretch me with his fingers the way he usually does. Doesn’t take the time to work me open, to ease me into it. He trusts that I’m ready, wet enough to take him, and pulls my hips back so he can line the thick head of his cock up with my weeping entrance.
“You’re going to take my cock, aren’t you, baby?
” he growls, the sound, half purr, half warning, murmured over my shoulder.
He dips lower, dragging his hard length slowly through the slick between my legs, coating himself in it.
My breath hitches when the head glides over my clit.
“I’m going to stretch you wide, and you’re going to let me in. ”
He rasps the words to me like they’re questions, but threaded through them is something darker. A command. An order my omega nature is more than eager to obey.
I plant my feet as wide as the leggings still trapping my ankles will allow and bow my back, offering myself to him without reservation.
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
When Rennick said I was going to take all of him, I didn’t think he meant like this.
One second I’m dreadfully empty, clenching around nothing, and the next, he’s driving into me, forcing my body to take every thick inch of him at once.
It’s too much and somehow never enough, that deadly combination of sensation I’m quickly growing obsessed with.
I swear I can feel him pressing up beneath my ribs.
I choke as the air leaves my lungs, pleasure and the shock of fullness colliding until my vision blurs at the edges.
“Fuck, Noa,” he growls behind me, the sound forced through clenched teeth. “I’ll never get tired of watching your pussy swallow me like this.”
His words summon an involuntary shiver, it tears down my body, starting at my scalp and reaching my toes. My inner muscles tightening around him, squeezing him.
Rennick hisses out a breath. “Are you going to try and milk the cum out of me?”
“Yes!” The beast in my head, the part of me that lives to be claimed by her mate in every way that matters, agrees completely. It feels vital that we earn his release. That we feel him mark us like this, intimate and oh-so deep.
Rennick must feel it too, because he starts to move.
He eases out in slow, dragging withdrawals and then snaps his hips forward, burying himself completely.
It only lasts a few strokes before his restraint gives up and the rhythm turns rough, every thrust fueled by carnal need.
He slams into me from behind, the angle perfect for dragging the head of is cock against all those wonderfully sensitive places along my pussy’s front wall.
He zeroes in on one spot in particular, and keeps hitting it, drawn to the sound it repeatedly tears from my throat and the way my body reacts before I can stop it.
Once he’s found it, he doesn’t wander, every thrust precise, every movement curated for my undoing.
My breathing breaks down into sharp, panting little gasps of air
All I can do is try to keep my now sweaty palms from siding across the smooth metal surface of his desk
One of his hands leaves my hips to dip down where we’re joined, his fingers gathering some of the slick there.
The breath I’ve been teetering on the edge of punches out of me all at once when those slick-coated fingers press to my ass, then stay there.
Not pushing in. Just applying pressure as he traces slow circles.
The sensation is foreign, intimate enough to make a small voice in my head whisper that I should retreat, that this is new territory I don’t know how to navigate yet.
But it’s swallowed whole by the louder one, the one urging me to push back into his touch, to grind my hips backward in silent encouragement. And that voice wins. Every time.
“One day, I’m going to take you here,” he growls, and it sounds like inevitability rather than the dark warning he intended. “I’m going to take you every way I can, omega, because you are mine. This body is mine to claim.”
He punctuates this possessiveness with hard thrusts. Each one striking that spot inside that’s all but singing now. A finger now presses firmer against the ring of muscle that has never been breached. On the next forward drive of his hip, he eases the tip of it in.
I whimper, my body caught between instincts, not sure if it should pull away from the unfamiliar intrusion or lean into it.
“Oh, baby, you think my finger is thick? Just wait until I teach your little asshole how to accept my cock.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant, my forehead dropping to the cool metal of his desk as I struggle to keep myself upright.
“You like this, Noa?” he asks, his finger sliding into the second knuckle in a single, smooth push. I gasp, my body clenching reflexively around him. “Do you like the idea of me filling your needy pussy while I play with your tight, virgin ass?”
This man.
His words are lethal, and I don’t think he even fully understands the damage they do to me.
“Yes,” I groan into the table, still just trying to hang on.
Then I’m tipped over without warning.
The sensation spikes hard and sudden, my quivering body locking as if it doesn’t know which way to fall.
My knees buckle and Rennick’s hands shift fast, catching my weight as my body folds, dragged under by the surge of pleasure tearing through me.
It builds and builds, no end in sight, and when I think we’ve reached the final crest, something finally breaks.
Heat rushes through me in an unstoppable wave, my body jolting with it, and I’m only dimly aware of the sound it makes when it spills free, splashing on the hardwoods below me.
But I don’t have the ability to process any of it.
Not when Rennick releases a brutal, terrifying snarl, more beast than man, his hands sliding under my thigh. He lifts my lower half off the floor and leaves only the weight of my upper body braced on the desk.
He holds me like this, half airborne, exactly where he wants me, and then starts to fuck into me like a man possessed.
His thrusts are ruthless and they don’t slow. They don’t falter. They keep slicing in, drumming against those places already too sensitive from my orgasm until he’s lifting me up all over again. I can feel another one climbing, the warm flutter starting back up in my core.
He’s getting close. I know it by the way his knot keeps catching at my pussy’s opening with every thrust forward.
My cheek presses to the desk as I reach back, trying to get his attention, trying to slow him down.
He’s too far gone to notice.
“Ren…” I try, my voice ravaged from the sounds he’d forced out of me and is still pulling free. His thrusts change, shifting in a way that sends alarm bells off. “Ren, you can’t—” But it’s too late. “Shit!”
With another vicious sound, he slams home, forcing his knot in as my body yields to it immediately. The warm, sated sensation floods me within seconds, heavy and drugging, and then, half a stroke later, he’s coming.
And coming.
The warm rush of being filled by him, his cum releasing deep, calls to something primal I don’t have a name for.
All I know is that carrying him like this, holding him within me, quiets something deep in both me and my wolf.
She’s practically purring with contentment as Rennick’s knot swells that last bit, locking us together, and once more, I’m left at the mercy of pleasure’s ruthless hands.
This orgasm isn’t as intense as the first, but it still rolls through me like a storm.
When I come back to myself, breath still short and pleasure-induced tears hazing my vision, I’m acutely aware of the stretch of him knotted inside me. Not just the pressure, but how right it feels.
The small sound of gratification that slips free is involuntary.
“How can I possibly be upset about knotting you when I knew I shouldn’t,” Rennick murmurs close to my ear, his weight settled heavy against my back now that my feet are on the floor, his voice gravelly and worn, “when you make sounds like that, sweet Noa?”
With my cheek pressed to the desk, I glance back at him, offering a soft, satisfied smirk.
“Or when you squirt for me.”
This has my eyes widening and heat climbing up my cheeks.
My first instinct is embarrassment, but it disappears when Rennick groans, the sound torn between pain and arousal.
“It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, baby,” he assures me. “Nearly sent me into a rut. I can’t wait to make you do it again.”