Chapter Nineteen #2
He fucks me with his fingers until I'm clawing at the sheets and begging for more.
"Please, Connor. I need your knot."
His breaths come heavy. "Yeah?"
I reach out and grip his bobbing erection. I can’t even wrap my hand around it. He's been leaking a steady stream of precum since he stripped, painting the bed with it.
I squeeze, and he hisses between his teeth.
"Fuck, Lana.”
He repositions and strokes the seam of my pussy with his dick, smearing precum into my skin with the head of his cock. He leaks even more, the fluid thicker and whiter now, and the sight nearly undoes me.
Connor notches the fat head of his cock against my entrance and slowly pushes forward. The look on his face is fucking bliss.
He slides a little further with a groan, and I feel like I’m being split apart. I press my hand to his abs, stopping him from going any deeper.
“Go slow.”
He grunts. “Trying.”
He rocks forward, and the burn sharpens. He’s too big.
I groan and sink my nails into his skin.
"You'll stretch. You'll stretch, baby. You're an omega. That's what the slick's for. You were made to take me."
He pulls back, sliding out a little, then looks down and stills. His scent shifts.
“Shit. There’s blood.”
“It’s okay. Don’t stop.”
The rumble in his chest fills the room.
He thrusts a little again, as if he can hardly hold back the bucking of his hips.
He strokes his hand down my neck, fingering my mating gland. His eyes burn. “You’re all mine now.”
I roll my hips against his. “Move. Please.”
He gives in, sinking a little deeper.
“Alright?”
The stretch stings, but it’s a sweet kind of pain.
“Big,” I pant.
“I’m barely in, baby.”
I glance down between us, and my eyes widen at the amount of cock still outside me. He has to bottom out in order to knot me.
“Oh my god, Connor. That’s anatomically impossible.”
He chuckles. His arms shake with the effort of holding himself back. “It’ll fit. I’m gonna open you up."
It seems implausible, but I’m more than willing to let him try. I shift beneath him restlessly.
“Ready for more?”
I nod. I want him to use me roughly, like a thing without free will, but we’re a ways off from that.
“Tight. Little. Omega.”
He rocks against me, and another gush of slick eases some of the discomfort.
He bows his head to my neck and lets out harsh little pants. “I’m trying so hard not to come right now. I’m getting my knot in you first.”
He dips down to my neck, abdomen flexing, and drags his fangs against my mating gland.
Oh, shit .
My stomach cramps, and a fresh wave of slick pours forth. Some of the tightness eases.
"There we go. Good girl."
When he bottoms out, he grunts in satisfaction. He glances at the ceiling, his face tense.
"I'm gonna move now."
I nod, biting my lip.
He starts to move slowly. His thrusts speed up.
"Breathe, baby. We're almost there."
The drag of his cock as he thrust elicits a delicious ache.
I'm completely blissed out. That gnawing emptiness inside me for the past three years is finally being filled, and I’m greedy for it. I want everything he's willing to give me.
I start to tighten around him again as he thrusts home. The tip of his cock kisses my cervix with each thrust, but I know he’s still holding himself back.
"Fuck, that's good. Hot little clutch sucking me in. Gonna milk me dry."
“Connor,” I pant.
My clit is begging for attention, and my hand goes to it. He growls and swipes me aside, replacing it with his own. The glide of his slick-soaked thumb around my clit, combined with his steady thrusts, sets me off.
I clench around him, hips arching off the bed.
“That’s it. That’s it, omega.”
His face is tense, expression pained. “Need to knot you.”
I can’t fit anything else in my pussy. I’m already stretched to my limits. The idea of him knotting me is simultaneously terrifying and incredible.
“Do it.”
His thrusts speed up, hitting deeper than I thought possible. When his knot starts to swell, I scream at the intense pressure.
He circles my throat with his hand and massages gently. "Shh. Be still. Take it."
I squirm beneath him. The domineering behavior makes my pussy flutter around him again, and he curses. He inflates even further inside me.
My pussy spasms around his knot in another orgasm, gripping it tight. Connor's face twists in pleasure, and I feel the first hot gush of cum splashing my insides.
"Fuck yes. Take it all. Take my cum."
We’re locked together tight, the thin walls of my labia stretched to their limits. His cock pulses and jerks inside me, painting my insides with cum.
It keeps coming, until I begin to bloat from the sheer volume. He rubs my lower abdomen and circles his hips, stroking my inner walls with his knot.
He slides an arm beneath my back, gathers me to his chest, and starts to purr, and suddenly everything is right in the world. I can feel the ragged wound in my chest—the severed mating bond—healing over. Scar tissue being unknotted and rewoven.
“That was…” he says.
“Yeah.” There are no words. It was life-changing. Completely overwhelming.
"Alright?" he growls.
I nod weakly. I can’t keep my eyes open. I feel like I just climbed a mountain and base-jumped off the top. I’m completely drained, wrung out of everything. Like a wet rag twisted and twisted until every drop of water’s been wrung out.
How am I supposed to survive a week of this?