Chapter 26 #2
“Full. So full.” She shifts her hips, pressing closer as I hiss out a breath. “I need you to move. Please, move. Please, alpha.”
Pulling out of her is sweet torture. Every inch of her tight channel grips me as I withdraw, my cock wet with her fluids and yet still snug inside her. “You’re so perfect,” I groan into her skin. “Made for me. This pussy was made for me.”
“Hunter.”
I love the way even my name sounds as if she’s begging for me. “I’m going to knot you, Tess. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I thrust back into her a little harder. “I’m going to knot you because you need it. Because I need it. I’m going to knot you because you belong to me.”
And I don’t know if that’s true, but I can’t seem to stop asserting that it is. She might not be mine next week or even tomorrow, but right now? Right now she absolutely is.
“Say it, Tess,” I urge. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whines. “You, Hunter.”
I’m driving into her now, abandoning my feeble attempts to be gentle.
She doesn’t protest—only wraps her legs around my waist as she clings to my shoulders, taking everything I give her.
Her breathy sounds wash along my throat, her face buried in my hair.
I feel her lips as they find my skin, the light flick of her tongue along my gland, and I’m lost, utterly lost in her.
I don’t know what comes after this, don’t know what it will mean for us when it’s over—and I realize all at once that it terrifies me, the not knowing.
I told myself I would never feel this way about another person, not again, and yet here I am, wanting to own this woman like she was made for me, because right now… it feels like she was.
“That’s it,” I huff. “That’s it, Tess. Do you feel that?
The way your body accepts me? Welcomes me, even?
” I roll my hips and bottom out, feeling that flood of heat building at the base of my spine as my balls draw up tight and my cock hardens further.
“Because it’s mine. Your body, your mouth, your sweet little pussy—every inch, every curve, every fucking piece of you is mine. Do you understand?”
She’s nodding against my skin, her little tongue at my gland until my vision is nothing more than a blur of colors and the world a haze of sounds and there is nothing—nothing but her and this moment.
My breath comes out in labored pants as I surge into her with such a force that her entire body jolts with every thrust. She’s clinging to my shoulders, holding me as tight as she’s able as I fill her again and again and again.
I’m so close—so fucking close—I need her to come.
Need to feel her quiver and shake around my cock knowing I did that, I made her fall apart.
I can feel it—how close she is—in the way her body tenses beneath me, in the way her fingers grip my skin, even from the quiet gasps that stream continuously from her mouth.
“Want to feel you come, omega. Come for me. Come.”
She does, after seconds, minutes, hours—I can’t be sure.
Time is irrelevant when she’s beneath me.
It’s beautiful when she falls apart, her back arching to bring her closer and her eyes shut tight as she trembles around me.
It’s enough to push me over the edge, and I’m far less quiet when I thrust into her that final time.
There’s a distant roaring, and I vaguely recognize that it’s me making the sound. I pull her so close I wonder if I might crush her—I want to imprint her shape into my skin so a piece of her is always with me. A thought that, were I more coherent, might worry me.
When my knot begins to swell, it’s almost a holy experience.
I have nothing to compare it to, this completeness I feel as I’m rooted deep inside her—but I know without a doubt there’s nothing on earth that can compare to it.
Every shift of her body pulls another gush from me, and I almost wish I could see the way I fill her up, the way I flood her insides to blend with her slickness.
I don’t know exactly how long we’ll be like this—locked together with no hope of escape—but I don’t mind. I would stay like this forever if given the choice. I roll to my side, tucking her into my chest as she nestles closer. She fits so perfectly there, nuzzled against me.
“You should sleep,” I tell her after a while. “You’ll need your rest.”
“Don’t wanna,” she mumbles.
I grin. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
She looks at me, eyes wide and shining and so fucking sweet. “Promise?”
I tilt my head, pressing my lips to hers and letting them linger for several moments.
When I pull away, a part of me worries that I’m helpless to stop the growing feelings I have for her, that she’s taking everything I have left.
Not that it matters, I think, since at this point… I seem to be giving it freely.
That same fear grips me—the one that comes from the uncertainty of what comes after this, of the idea of losing her after having just had her—and I hold her a little tighter to me, I pull her a little closer.
“I’m not going anywhere, Tess. I’m here. I promise.”
And as she snuggles against me, content and sated and warm, I can only hope there’s a chance that she might not go anywhere either, whatever that looks like. That even if her job takes her away from here…she might want something more.
That she might want it as much as I’m beginning to.