Chapter Twenty-three #2
I’m nearly incoherent with pleasure, and we’ve only just begun. He gives me a small taste of what I’m begging for, thrusting his thick finger deep inside of my leaking hole. We aren’t kissing anymore. He’s hovering over me, breathing my air. Watching my reactions. Becoming my whole world.
“Is this what you need? Do you like having my fingers inside of you?” he asks as he adds a second finger.
I nod, shake my head, then nod again. “Let’s see.
What could my good boy want? Maybe this?
” His fingers peg that spot deep inside, and I swear I orgasm instantly, my channel milking his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
“Oh gods. Aksel. Aksel. Aksel.” I chant his name like a prayer. He’s the only thing keeping me here right now. Without him, I feel like I’ll float away.
My second orgasm comes out of nowhere, drenching his hand with more slick as my body readies itself further for my alpha. I let out a high keening whine as he removes his fingers, hating the emptiness inside of me.
He shushes me gently, adding a third finger when he thrusts back into me. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me. My little omega. Being so good for me. Look at you, taking three of my fingers in your pretty hole. So perfect for me.”
His praise continues, and I soak up the positive attention. Who knew I was so starved for compliments? I’m
officially a praise whore. I fucking love it. Can’t get enough of it. Of him.
“I’m ready, alpha,” I sob, “Please, alpha.”
His grin is wicked as his fingers pull out, and he notches his thick member at the entrance of my gaping hole. “Relax, Fylgja. I’m not going anywhere.”
My hands move to his ass, trying to pull him inside of my needy body, but he doesn’t budge, intent on dragging out this first time. Each move he makes is slow and deliberate. It drives me crazy.
“Gods, just fuck me already. I can’t wait anymore,” I cry, digging my blunt nails into his muscled ass. My body is shaking, and tears fill my eyes. This is pure torture. The feeling of my alpha’s cock positioned so close to where I need it while he purposely holds back.
His eyes go dark as the air in the room snaps with electricity. “Okay. What my omega wants, my omega gets,” he growls and then thrusts all the way inside in one stroke.
Pure ecstasy envelopes me, blanking my mind and filling my soul. The overwhelming contrast between being completely empty and then suddenly full has me full-on sobbing now.
“So good,” I whisper, breath catching as his cock nails my prostate. “So fucking good to me, alpha.”
His mouth finds my gland, and sensation has me holding my breath. The pressure is firm and possessive in a way that sends warmth flooding through me. It aches just enough to make my toes curl, a sharp reminder that this is really happening.
My body reacts before my mind can catch up. I cling to him instinctively, my arms tightening around his shoulders and legs locking around his hips. I’m overwhelmed in the best way. He’s solid and grounding.
He’s mine.
My alpha is marking me as his. His mark deep in my neck as he thrusts his throbbing cock into my hole over and over, wrecking me for anyone else.
His knot grows at the base of his thick appendage, catching on the rim each time he thrusts in. It adds another layer to the pleasure flowing through me. When his knot is large enough, it forces my hole to spread wider than should be possible, causing a sharp burn that makes me whimper pitifully.
“Shhh,” he coos gently, “I’m gonna give you my knot, Fylgja. You want my knot, don’t you? Of course you do. So. Fucking. Perfect. My. Perfect. Little. Omega.” His thrusts are timed with each word, gaining speed as the next one leaves his mouth.
The large head of his cock hits perfectly every single time as my rim stretches impossibly wide around his knot until I suck him in deep and hold him there.
I can feel his balls throbbing and tight against my ass.
My orgasm is constant, spurts of cum bursting from my tip to cover my stomach as my slick leaks like a burst pike from my well-used hole.
My vision blurs until the only thing that exists in my world is him.
Buried inside of me. Whispering sweet praise into my ear as he shakes and squeezes me tight.
He fills me up, his cock throbbing in time with my heartbeat deep inside my body.
He shudders against me, breath catching in little gasps as his orgasm nears completion. We’re locked together, his knot clenched by my core with each breath I take. For this one moment, I’m at peace. My omega is sated. I’m happy.
The decision to stay married is terrifying, made in a blur of neon lights, impulsive vows, and feelings I haven’t fully untangled yet. For a while, the future felt like the edge of a cliff, uncertain and vast. Ready to drop off if I took one wrong step.
But somewhere along the way, that fear loosened its grip on me.
Now, when I think of what comes next, my chest no longer tightens.
It opens. I find myself imagining mornings that don’t feel lonely, and late nights filled with laughter and shared exhaustion.
I picture a future shaped by both of our dreams instead of just my own.
The idea of building something together no longer feels like a gamble. It feels like an adventure.
And yeah… I’m excited about the sex.
Not just the heat of it, but the promise of it.
The way it will change as we learn each other’s bodies better.
The small tells and unspoken cues. The kind of intimacy that only comes from trust and time.
If our first time was any indication, then what’s waiting down the line is going to be incredible.
For the first time in a long time, I’m not bracing for the future.
I’m looking forward to it.