Chapter 10 #2
His lips traced the same path his hand had taken, kissing down my back until he reached the curve of my ass.
I buried my face in the pillow, overwhelmed by sensation as his tongue dipped lower, tasting the slick that gathered at my entrance.
A muffled cry escaped me as pleasure shot through my system.
After a few minutes, he pulled away, his breathing ragged. “Need to be inside you,” he growled, moving up my body. “Need to claim what’s mine.”
His fingers found my entrance, already slick and ready for him. He pushed two inside, drawing a desperate cry from my lips as they curled against that perfect spot within me. “So wet for me. Your body knows who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I gasped, pushing back against his hand. “Yours, alpha. Only yours.”
He withdrew his fingers, using my slick to coat his length before positioning himself at my entrance. A tremor ran through me as I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. He draped himself over my back, his chest a solid wall of heat against my skin.
“Tell me you want this,” he murmured in my ear, his restraint evident in the tension of his body. His chest expanded against my back with each carefully measured breath.
“Please,” I begged, past the point of pride. “I need you inside me. Need your knot.” My voice broke on the words, desperation clouding my thoughts.
Even in this moment, with his alpha pheromones flooding my senses and his hardness pressed against me, Dominic’s self-control remained unbroken.
He was nothing like the stories of alphas who took without preamble, all aggression and teeth in their ruts.
Instead, he waited—patient, demanding consent even when every instinct must have been screaming at him to claim, to take.
The realization made me want him even more, this man whose iron will could withstand even the primal pull between us until he knew I was truly ready.
With a groan, he pressed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching me open. The burn was exquisite, my body yielding to the intrusion even as it demanded more. I pushed back against him, taking him deeper.
“Fuucck… so tight,” he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips, restraining me regardless of my efforts to drive myself onto his burning, substantial length. “So perfect around me.”
A keening sound escaped me as he seated himself fully, the sensation of completeness overwhelming. My arms trembled beneath me, threatening to give way under the onslaught of pleasure.
He paused, letting me adjust, his body a cage of heat and muscle around mine. One hand slid up to my chest, pulling me back against him as he nuzzled the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“More than okay,” I gasped, rocking my hips backwards, begging for more. “Please move.”
He established a rhythm that quickly built from measured to fierce, each forward motion striking something inside me that sent electric pleasure radiating outward. The headboard knocked against the wall in counterpoint to his movements, my cries growing more unrestrained with each precise thrust.
“Dom,” I gasped as I felt the first telltale pressure at my entrance—the beginning swell of his knot that would lock us together. “Yes—there—”
“Going to tie us together,” he vowed, his movements growing less controlled, more primal. “Pump you so full everyone will know who you belong to.”
His words sent another surge of pleasure through me, my neglected cock throbbing between my legs. One of his hands slid around to grasp me, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was almost too much to bear.
The claiming instinct rose in me, sharp and undeniable. “I want your mark,” I said, tilting my head to expose my throat. “Complete the bond.”
His breath hitched as he bent closer, teeth grazing the sensitive junction where my neck met my shoulder. The slight pressure against my scent gland made my entire body tighten in anticipation.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice so raw it was nearly unrecognizable. “Tell me what you want, Leo.”
“Make me yours,” I pleaded, all reservations dissolved in the heat of our connection. My hands fisted in the sheets, body trembling with need. “I need your mark, your claim. Please, Dom—make me yours.”
With a final powerful thrust, his knot locked inside me, stretching me to the limit.
Simultaneously, his teeth sank into my scent gland, breaking the skin as he claimed me completely.
The dual sensation—the pain of the bite and the intense pressure of his knot—sent me over the edge.
I came with a hoarse cry, my body spasming around him, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his knot.
The mating bite triggered his own release. He growled against my throat, his body jerking as his seed flooded me in hot pulses. The bond snapped into place between us, a tangible connection that made my vision white out with its intensity.
When I returned to awareness, we were still locked together, his chest pressed against my back as we lay on our sides. His tongue lapped gently at the mark on my neck, soothing the sting with instinctive alpha care.
“Mine,” he murmured, satisfaction evident in his tone. He was rut drunk, but his touch was gentle, soothing instead of merely possessive. “My omega.”
I reached back to touch the fresh mark, feeling the raised edges where his teeth had broken skin. The bond hummed between us, new and powerful. “And you’re mine,” I whispered, feeling his knot still pulsing inside me, keeping his seed deep where it belonged.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. “We’ll be tied for a while,” he said, his hand stroking soothingly down my side. “Your heat won’t break for days.”
“Good,” I sighed, contentment washing through me despite the heat still simmering under my skin. With my alpha’s knot locked inside me and his mark on my neck, I was exactly where I wanted to be. “Don’t want you to leave.”
His arms tightened possessively. “Never leaving you again,” he promised, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder. “You’re stuck with me now, little cobbler.”