35. Luna #2
I push myself up onto my knees, crawling my way over to him. There isn’t much distance between us, so I’m not crawling for long. But Kane’s gaze sharpens on me as if I were crawling my way down a catwalk. Like I’m the most gorgeous model he’s ever seen, or something.
It’s strange, I’ve been forced to crawl to an alpha before, but this feels entirely different. Seeing the way Kane reacts to me now, feeling his scent burst from him in thick, woody waves, grounds me in how different this is.
I’m offering myself to him. Willingly. I’m giving him something that’s mine to give.
My hand tentatively rests on his belt buckle, and I glance up at him.
He scrubs a hand down his face. “Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re stunning. I’m so fucking lucky to be here right now, you have no idea.”
“Can—can I?” I tug at his belt gently.
“You can do whatever you want,” he grunts.
I can’t help the smile that appears on my lips. He’s being so sweet. So considerate. Even though I’m pretty sure, based on the intensity of his scent, that he’s desperately holding onto his control.
My heat spike hormones must be doing a number on him. He’s one of the most disciplined people I’ve ever met.
I unbuckle his belt, swallowing hard before slowly lowering the zipper. Under his pants, his black boxer briefs tent up even higher. I tug down those too .
His cock bobs upwards, free from the confines of any clothing.
Oh wow.
He’s huge.
I mean, all alphas tend to be huge, from what I understand of basic anatomy, but still. I guess it’s also different making the choice to put something that big into your body, rather than it being forced onto me. Because I’m consenting, there’s room for doubt as to whether it’ll actually fit.
Kane reaches down and grips the knot that’s starting to grow at the base of his cock and a low growl comes from his throat.
There’s a bit of precome leaking from the tip, and I can’t help but lean forward and give him a tentative lick.
The taste of him does something to my omega brain. It short-circuits it. I’m all consumed by him. His scent. His body. His cock in front of me.
He reaches down and twists my hair into his fist.
“You’re an adorable tease.” His growl has slick gushing from my pussy, especially when he uses the grip he has on my hair as leverage to guide my mouth to his cock.
I open wide for him, feeling the silky smooth head against the flat of my tongue. My lips close and I swirl my tongue in a circle before starting to suck.
“Fuck,” he groans.
The noises he’s making encourage me to take him deeper. Considering how big his cock is, I have no hope of fitting him completely inside my mouth, but I do my hardest to try. The head of his cock presses against the back of my throat and I swallow around my gag reflex.
His hand twists around his knot, squeezing in time with my throat muscles.
“Your mouth feels like heaven,” he pulls me off, a string of spit trailing between the head of his cock and my lips. “But your needy little pussy is practically begging for my knot.”
He reaches down between my legs and feels my slick that’s started dripping down my thighs. The low chuckle that leaves his chest has me spreading my knees for him.
“Please Kane—” I swallow hard. “Please, alpha, I need you.”
His eyes flare, and he guides me to lie back down in the center of the makeshift nest. He kicks off the rest of his clothes before resting on his elbows above me.
“You’re so needy right now, little omega,” he growls, reaching down to drag the head of his cock along my wetness. “Let me take care of you.”
“Yes, yes, yes, please,” I chant, throwing my head back. The head of his cock pushes into me slowly and I think I stop breathing. I’m so wet, the only form of resistance he feels is the walls of my pussy trying to draw him further inside of me.
I’m dripping wet, even by omega standards. I want this. I want him.
And it feels so, so good.
He thrusts forward and I let out a gasp. The feeling of fullness is starting to get overwhelming.
“Are you alright, little one?” he grits out, his jaw clenched tight.
I nod, unable to string together any words.
He pushes in further. Oh my god, he feels huge. Maybe it’s because the majority of men I’ve serviced have been betas, but I thought he was already inside of me.
“God,” he groans. “It’s like you were made for me.”
A whimper leaves the back of my throat when he finishes seating all of him, but his knot, inside me. His knot presses against me, teasing me with the relief from the deep cramping pain that’s been plaguing me for the past two hours.
He finds a steady rhythm, making me move backward along the floor as I clutch his shoulders.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says reverently as he buries his face in my neck. “I’ve dreamed of this. Ever since I met you, I’ve dreamed about what it’d be like to sink into you. ”
I throw my head back as he pushes me higher and higher. He pushes himself up on his arms. I can see his cock disappearing into me. It makes my pussy spasm around him.
“I want you to come for me,” he pants, reaching down between us and pressing his thumb against my clit.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, throwing my head back.
He increases the strength of each one of his thrusts, pressing into my clit with the same rhythm and I feel my body hurtling towards the edge.
“That’s it. That’s it, little omega. Come for me.” He thrusts one last time, long and deep, pushing his knot into my slick filled pussy.
My eyes screw shut as I let out a loud scream, coming around his knot. My chest heaves as I flop backwards, every single muscle in my body weak from the orgasm.
Kane’s knot twitches inside as he pumps into me with his own orgasm.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, collapsing to the side. He makes sure to pull me with him so his knot doesn’t pull at me uncomfortably, and so he doesn’t crush me under his weight.
He pulls me onto his chest, damp with the sweat of his exertion. I feel so, incredibly full. A warm glow fills my entire body.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “That was crazy.”
“Crazy good or crazy bad?” He asks softly, playing with the ends of my messy hair.
“Good crazy, of course! Do you even have to ask?” I push myself up onto my elbows so I can get a better look at his face. “Was that—was that not good for you?”
“No, it was the best time I’ve ever had,” he says, pressing a finger between my creased brows, rubbing away the tension in my face. “I just had to double-check you’re doing well.”
I wonder if there will ever be a time when he and the other guys stop dancing around my past and what happened to me .
“Okay,” I say, snuggling into his chest, a wave of exhaustion hitting me. I let out a little yawn. “I think I’m getting tired.”
“Rest, little one. Even a heat spike will take it out of you.”
“Don’t we—don’t we need to talk about what happens next?” I ask, my eyes fluttering closed.
“We can talk about things when you wake up. Sleep, Luna. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”