Chapter 26
Hunter
It’s been twenty-four hours since her heat hit her fully, and Tess is still just as needy. Not that I mind. I’m realizing, much to my surprise, that I like her this way. In fact…I might like it a little too much.
“Look at you,” I croon. “Making a mess of the blankets. So messy.”
She bites her lip. “I’m sorry, I—”
“No,” I say with a shake of my head. “I want more. I want you to make a mess of me.”
I’ve never been as hard as I am for Tess right now.
It’s like my cock knows. It knows what’s coming.
It’s almost painful, how hard I am for her.
That voice inside me that seems to be running the show screams for me to take her, to bury myself inside her—but not yet.
Her scent has been waning the last few hours.
Not significantly, but enough to let me know this won’t last as long as I thought it would.
And I want to savor her a little more first.
I reach to curl my arms beneath hers, pulling her against me and rolling so I can drape her across my abdomen. She’s moving—tiny shifts of her hips as her slickness drenches my skin—and fuck, I need more of that.
I press two fingers to my lips, looking up at her. “This is where I want you. Come here.”
“Please,” she says pouting. “I need—”
“I know what you need. Come here.”
She is hesitant as she moves up my chest, a trail of slickness left in her wake, and I’d be happy to let it cover my entire body. When her thighs are around my head, I pull her close, my hands gripping at the rounded curves of her ass until the wet center of her pussy is just where I want it.
Fuck.
I could live like this. Survive on her alone. Breathing her in. Tasting her. I can see everything from this angle, the way her slickness trails out of her at a steady pace, the way her pussy clenches at nothing.
Soon. Soon I will give her more than enough to fill it.
I tease at her entrance, enjoying the way she watches me as I do so. I like the way her lashes flutter when I push a finger inside her, wetting it, slowly pumping it in and out until her breath catches.
“Lean back,” I urge. “Put your hands on my stomach.”
She does so without question, and her obedience speaks to something inside me that I haven’t allowed myself to touch for a very long time. I’d almost forgotten it, it’s been so long.
“That’s my good girl. I want you to brace yourself. Don’t let go.”
“Hunter.”
“I know, I know. I’m going to take care of you.
Just take the edge off a little.” I curl my fingers around her hips, gripping the soft swell and tugging her even closer so I can lick a long stripe up her center.
I hum against her slick core, loving the way it forces a gasp out of her.
“You made such a mess, after all.” I let my tongue linger at her opening, teasing her there. “All over the tent. So wet for me.”
“Hunter, please.”
I feel her hands slip a little along my stomach, and I turn my head to nip at her inner thigh with my teeth. “I said brace yourself, Tess. If you let go, I stop. Understand?”
“I understand,” she says with a fervent nod. “I’ll be good.”
Fuck, I love the edge in her voice. Breathy. Soft. Desperate. I want her that way.
I want her out of her mind.
My chest is so wet now that she slides against me, and I have to physically hold her to my mouth to keep her from falling away.
I love it. Love being so coated in her that I’m not sure if it will ever wash off.
I imagine still being able to scent her on my skin tomorrow, keeping her with me.
And I want that. I want to take her again tomorrow, and the next day. I want to knot her for days.
But first things first.
She rolls her hips over my face when my tongue meets her pussy again, and I pull her even closer until the only thing I can breathe in is her.
I lick through her drenched folds and pull her clit between my lips to suck as I let my tongue swirl over it.
Her slick continues to stream out of her, coating my chin and more, even as I drink her in from the source.
Her pussy clenches around my tongue as I slide it into her, and if I could, I would crawl inside her fully. Her flavor is enough to drive me mad—I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything as sweet as Tess.
Her thighs shake as she struggles to contain herself against my mouth, and I paint circles around her clit, even grazing it with my teeth.
When she bucks against my face so hard that I have to force her still with my hands, she makes the softest sound, one that rings in my ears and makes me feel hot all over.
When she begins to tremble, a soft cry escaping her as her head lolls forward in pleasure, the flare of contentment in my chest is overwhelming. I did this to her. I know what she needs.
It’s only when she’s still that I allow her to sit back against me, shifting so that she settles over my stomach as she struggles to catch her breath.
I’m left with a mess of fluids in her wake, and I let my fingers trail lazily through them to gather them up.
She watches with wide eyes as I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean without looking away.
When I move to do it all over again, I instead let my fingers hover, holding her gaze before offering the slicked digits to her instead.
“Open.” She obliges, letting her lips part as I push my fingers into her mouth. “Taste.”
She sucks softly, pupils blown wide to the point that her eyes appear black. Her lashes flutter somewhat as she tastes herself on my fingers, and it only heats my blood further.
“Do you need more, Tess?”
She nods dazedly, still sucking my fingers.
It makes my insides clench up with want, and in an instant I’m wrapping my arms around her, rolling us so that she’s beneath me.
I spread her across the blankets like an offering, her hair fanning out like a halo as she looks up at me with complete trust in her eyes.
“So pretty.” I run my hand down her belly, causing her to wince slightly as her body tenses, and I reach to let my thumb brush across her lip. “Does it hurt?”
She nods, her eyes glassy as my hand cups her cheek, and she turns to nuzzle into my palm. “Please.”
She squirms, her legs falling apart to welcome me, stirring up her scent that robs me of rational thought. I can hear my pulse in my ears, my instincts chanting for me to take, take, take—but I don’t have to. There’s nothing to take because she’s giving it to me.
I curl my body so I can brush my lips against her throat, and my tongue traces the heated flesh just below her ear.
I press my lips there, sucking softly as a rush of her scent overwhelms me, so potent I can taste it.
My cock slots along her core, and I thrust lightly as I drink in her scent and taste, feeling them cloud my mind.
“Such a tiny thing,” I murmur. “I’m going to fill you up, omega. I want to feel you taking everything I give you.” She whimpers, and I let my cock slide heavily along her slick center. “Want to feel you stretch around me.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I hear a slight growl in my chest, and I can’t pinpoint where it comes from. “Yes what?”
“What?”
My jaw clenches as I take in her confused expression. She hasn’t called me it since that first time, weeks ago, and even then, it was no more than an accident. I can’t say why I’m so desperate to hear it again, the need building inside me at a constant pace since she first went into heat.
“Alpha,” I tell her, nipping at her earlobe. “I want you to call me alpha.”
And she doesn’t hesitate, gasping when I tease the sensitive flesh between my teeth as she utters, “Yes, alpha.”
I feel the word as if it’s reached out and caressed me, my chest swelling and my cock doing something similar as I thrust against her again. I let a hand slide down the length of her side and wrap it around her hip to steady her squirming body as I dip into her.
The first press of my cock against her entrance actually takes my breath away.
I brace myself on my hands when I begin to push into her, needing to see her face.
Needing to watch every expression as she takes me.
To commit them to memory. There’s a kernel of fear deep inside me that grows each time I touch her like this, because I have no way of knowing what comes after.
I can tell myself it’s just hormones making me feel this way, that her heat is triggering my more possessive instincts—but I don’t think that’s true.
How can it be, when I spend most of my waking moments lately thinking about her?
I’m distracted by the way she clenches around me—she’s so tight, so small.
I feel every inch, every ridge of her, gripping me, holding me.
Her mouth parts in a silent cry, and she watches my face as I push deeper.
She tenses, and I reach down to hold her face as my thumb strokes her cheek.
“Relax, sweetheart. You have to relax. You can take me. You already have. You were made for me. For this.”
She blows out a breath, and I feel the tightness of her pussy relax a fraction as she tries to obey.
I press my lips to hers, gripping her tight as I sink farther.
Every time I’m inside her, there’s a slight resistance at first—I’m so much larger than her, I’m not sure if there will ever be a time that there isn’t—but there’s relief in knowing that she can take me, that she was meant to.
My body acts on its own now, taking what she’s offering—claiming. When I surge deeper, the quietest of sounds escapes her, and I cover her face with kisses over and over as I seat myself inside her fully.
It’s torture.
It’s bliss.
It takes everything I have not to move.
My chest is tight with some primal satisfaction, and the sound I make can only be described as a purr. “You take me so well, Tess. Such a good girl for me. You feel incredible, do you know that? So wet, so warm—I don’t ever want to do anything else but this.”
“Alpha.”
“Tell me how you feel.”