Chapter 51
Chapter
Fifty-One
REID
I grabbed at the waistband of his sweatpants and tried to pull them down. He lifted his hips and I shoved them over his ass and halfway down his thighs.
Then I stopped, gaping.
He wasn’t wearing underwear.
His cock was right there. In front of me. Almost under me. Hot and thick and way bigger than Trent’s had been.
“Oh my Gods,” I breathed, gulping. My hole clenched reflexively at the thought of taking that massive dick. A wave of panic washed over me before I drew in a deep breath and remembered that this was Zander and he would never hurt me. He’d proven that over and over again.
As I relaxed, slick coated the insides of my thighs.
Zander kicked his sweatpants the rest of the way off, gathered me in his arms, and stood. “All okay?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me take you to the bedroom.”
I rested my head against his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. “Please do.”
He carried me as if I weighed nothing. His bedroom had a spectacular view of the forest through floor-to-ceiling windows. One wall was painted dark green, the other two off-white. The bed occupied the center of the space and the bedspread matched the green of the wall.
He set me down carefully, as if I was precious, and my breath caught in my throat. He was so good to me. I don’t know how I’d ever feared that he might be the same as Trent.
Zander dropped to his knees in front of me, his broad chest heaving, and gazed at me with hooded eyes. A charge passed between us and he pulled my pants down, then bent his head and swallowed my cock.
“Oh, fuck!”
My hips arched instinctively.
He pinned them in place and wrapped his tongue around me. The heat was wet and the suction intense. My eyes rolled back and I grabbed the blankets.
I couldn’t come yet, it was too soon, but I’d never experienced anything like this. How was I supposed to resist?
I whimpered and thrust into Zander’s mouth, my lips parting on a gasp as he held my gaze.
He pulled off with a pop. “Reid, sweetheart, can I put my fingers in you?”
I nodded frantically.
He grinned wickedly then took me into his mouth again. I tried to stay relaxed, but as one of his fingers probed my slick entrance, I tightened. Before Trent, I’d found pleasure with dildos, but he was the only alpha I’d ever been with and it had been painful.
“Breathe out, little warlock,” he murmured around me. “Trust me. I’ve got you.”
I exhaled slowly, the tension easing from me, and his finger popped inside. I started to stiffen again but then he curled it and touched a spot in front of me that lit my nerve endings up in the best possible way.
I groaned and flopped against the mattress, no longer able to hold myself up. He added a second finger and I wriggled, impaled, and felt my face burn at the way they squelched inside me.
I was so wet.
A third finger stuffed me full.
“Unh.” My whole body trembled. “Oh, Gods.”
Still, it wasn’t enough. I wanted Zander to own me. To mate me. To make me his.
“Give me your knot,” I rasped, my voice raw and wrecked.
He rose off me and my hips stuttered, instinctively seeking friction. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, his eyes burning gold as he stared down at me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I whispered the affirmation like a secret, like a promise, like the only truth that ever mattered.
“Can I strip you?”
I yanked off my shirt, pausing when his gaze locked on my scar-free shoulder. My lips curved shyly. “I’m all yours.”
He groaned and nuzzled my skin. “Thank you, sweetheart.” His expression was achingly tender as he helped me move up the bed and crawled over me. “Do you want to be on top?”
“Not this time.” Maybe when my pregnancy was further along. “I want to see your face and feel you on me.”
He caressed the side of my face. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”
He kissed me, then notched the head of his cock at my entrance and pushed in inch by inch. I was too turned on to resist the way I had earlier. I bore down on him, loving the way he stretched me.
“You feel incredible,” he moaned, his big frame dwarfing my smaller one. “I can’t believe I finally get to have you like this.”
“Forever,” I swore.
He withdrew his cock and thrust inside me slowly and with iron control. Over and over again, he filled me.
It was completely different from how Trent had taken me. I didn’t feel like a possession or demeaned; I felt completed in a way I’d never known was possible.
All the while, I held his gaze, not even slightly taken aback when his bear surfaced.
“My bear,” I whispered, my mouth falling open as he worked me toward a peak I’d never shared with anyone else before.
We exchanged breaths and he nipped gently at my lips.
“My warlock,” he rasped.
Each word was like a key grating in the rusty lock of a prison cell, finally, finally, setting me free.
I was his mate, but I’d never be his possession. He didn’t want that. He wanted to make me stronger until I dared to stand alongside him.
“Bite me,” I whispered.
He didn’t hesitate. His teeth sank into my neck and his hand wrapped around my cock. Ecstasy rushed through me as our magics combined, and I spilled into his palm.
Flashes of blue and gold swirled around us.
I pressed my fingers to the side of Zander’s neck and muttered the spell that would bind us—the one Nathaniel had taught me yesterday, when I’d decided that I wanted this.
I’d never marked Trent.
The bond had formed all the same, but this way it was deeper. It showed that I wanted Zander in return.
Zander stiffened and a groan tore from him. His cock pulsed inside me and began to thicken at the base, forming a knot. He continued to grind into my ass he came in spurts, his knot growing until we were locked together and I was so full of him I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
I smiled up at him, floating on a haze of endorphins. “I love you, mate.”
He gathered me close and kissed me. “I love you too, my omega.”