Chapter 28 – COSIMA #3
And yet, I still feel that familiar ache deep in my core. The throbbing emptiness begging to be filled.
This position isn't going to work.
But maybe…
"Wait," I murmur, gently pushing against his chest. "Let's try something else."
The Knight goes still immediately.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "I'm going to lie down," I tell him, keeping my voice steady. "And you're going to be on top. But you have to be gentle, okay? Very, very gentle. You could really hurt me. I mean it."
A low rumble builds in his chest. It's not quite a growl or a purr, more like... acknowledgment? I hope so, anyway. I don't think he can otherwise verbally communicate that he understands. He's more or less completely feral, and it can't be easy to make words with those jaws.
Slowly, I lower myself onto my back, the leaves beneath me crackling with the movement. I spread my legs, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.
And yet, as the Knight moves over me, his massive frame blocking out what little light filters through our crude shelter, I can't bring myself to stop. My heat rages through me, every nerve ending on fire.
I need this.
Need to be fucked by him specifically.
Gods help me.
He positions himself carefully between my legs, his movements slow and deliberate. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, the crown glistening with the precome dripping onto the leaves beneath us.
"Okay," I breathe, forcing myself to relax. "Just... just rub against me for now. Don't try to enter yet."
The Knight lets out a soft purr, the sound vibrating through his entire body as he complies. It's strangely soothing even though it sounds like a damn engine compared to the purrs I've heard from the far more normal alphas I've been with.
It's as much a test to see what he understands as anything, and it turns out he understands me perfectly.
He lowers his hips, the hot length of his cock pressing against my slick folds, but not actually penetrating me.
The contact sends a jolt through me, and I can't hold back the moan that's been building in my throat.
He starts to move, sliding himself along my slit in a slow, torturous rhythm. Each pass of his shaft over my clit sends sparks of sensation shooting through me. I arch into him, my body begging for more even as my mind races with doubt.
Can I really do this?
Can I actually take him?
The thought of being knotted by him is terrifying and thrilling in equal measure. But right now, with the heated friction of his cock against me, it's hard to think of anything else.
I'm afraid to look at him and make him freeze up or panic again, so I try to get a glimpse through my eyelashes without setting him off.
The brief sliver of his face I manage to catch in my line of sight tells me everything.
He's watching me carefully, gauging my reactions, trying to figure out what I like.
A laugh bubbles up from my chest, surprising us both. The Knight pauses, his growl lifting slightly, almost like he's asking me what the fuck I'm laughing about.
"Sorry," I say, reaching up to stroke his hair. He goes rigid again before relaxing slightly and leaning into my palm, letting me caress the white strands. “It's just... you're a better lover than most alphas. And that’s, um, kind of surprising.”
He just stares at me.
"Ignore me," I tell him, shaking my head. "Unless I'm telling you to slow down. Then definitely don't ignore that."
He presses his forehead against my hand with a low sigh, the gesture surprisingly tender. It's such a contrast to his fearsome appearance that it makes my chest ache. What did they do to him? How much of the man is left beneath the monster they tried to create?
More than I thought, apparently.
I push the thoughts aside. Now isn't the time for the philosophical bullshit I usually distract myself with when I'm nervous. Now is the time for... well, for fucking my brains out with the giant cock of my own personal guardian demon.
When did this become my life?
Taking a deep breath, I reach between us. My fingers brush against his length, and he lets out a low growl that I feel more than hear. "It's okay," I murmur. "I'm just going to guide you in."
I position the head of his cock at my entrance, trying to relax as much as possible. "Okay," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Push in. Slowly ."
He obeys, pressing forward with agonizing gentleness. The pressure builds, my body resisting the intrusion. For a moment, I think it's not going to work, that he's simply too big. But then, with a sudden give, the head of his cock pops inside me.
I gasp, my back arching at the intense stretch. The Knight freezes above me, not even daring to breathe. His entire body is trembling with the effort of holding still.
"It's okay," I pant, reaching up to stroke his ravaged cheek. "You're doing good. Just... give me a minute."
He jerks away from my touch with a much angrier growl than anything I've heard from him so far, and I wince, expecting pain. But somehow, he managed to only turn his face and not his entire body.
Thank fuck, because this is the most precarious position I've ever been in.
I focus on breathing instead of pissing off the feral alpha attached to the monster cock stretching me open. As I relax around the thick intrusion, it burns, but not as badly as I feared. My body is producing slick at an almost alarming rate, easing the way.
Slowly, the discomfort fades, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache. I need more. Need all of him.
"Okay," I say, spreading my legs wider. "A little more. Slowly."
He pushes in further, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming and becoming a beacon for every horny alpha in the wasteland. The stretch is intense, almost agonizingly painful, but there's pleasure there too. A deep, primal satisfaction as my body yields to him.
I try not to think about where exactly his cock is inside me, but it's hard to ignore. I can feel him so deep, pressing against places I didn't even know existed. At first, I think it's just my imagination, but no. My stomach actually bulges slightly with each gradual thrust.
And because I'm fucking nuts, apparently, the sight of how my body is being affected by the sheer size of this alpha turns me on even more.
"Stop," I gasp when I feel the beginning swell of his knot pressing against me. "Not yet. Not the knot."
He stills immediately, another questioning rumble vibrating through him.
"It's okay," I assure him, running my hand down his massive muscular shoulder.
"You can move. Just... not the knot yet.
" I freeze when I realize he probably doesn't even know what I'm talking about.
I doubt wherever he came from taught him much about anatomy, even though he clearly has more natural instinct about how to please an omega than virtually any other alpha on the planet.
I reach between us, my fingers brushing over the swollen knot at the base of his cock and give it a light squeeze. "This is the knot. Don't push that into me yet."
I'm going to need him to if I want to get all the way out of my heat, but that's a problem for Future Cosima.
He gives me another jerky nod, like he isn't used to communicating that way.
Or communicating at all. He starts to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper as I adjust to his size.
The feeling is indescribable. I've never been so full, so completely and utterly claimed.
Each movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, building and building until I'm trembling on the edge.
"Harder," I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, harder!"
He obliges, his hips snapping forward with more force. The change in angle has him dragging against my spot with every thrust, and it's too much. I come with a scream I just barely manage to muffle in time by biting my palm, my body clenching around him in rhythmic pulses.
The Knight lets out a satisfied snarl, clearly enjoying the sensation of my climax now that he knows I'm not dying. He doesn't stop moving, fucking me through the aftershocks until I'm a quivering mess beneath him.
" Fuck ," I pant when I can finally form words again, my limbs and spine boneless beneath him. "That was... intense. You've got good endurance," I tell him with a breathless laugh, carding my fingers through his hair. It looks like moonlight, too. "Most alphas would have popped their knot by now."
He lets out a rough, harsh growl that sounds sort of like his own kind of laugh, but I'm not really sure. It should freak me out that his knot is bumping insistently against my entrance as he continues to move inside me, building me toward another peak, but I find I don't really care.
All that matters is this moment.
This connection.
The heat between us, the way our bodies fit together like we were made for each other. Okay, more like I'm about half a dozen sizes too small for him, but close enough.
My next orgasm crashes over me unexpectedly, leaving me gasping and clawing at his back. Metal and skin. This time, when I feel his knot pressing against me, I don't tell him to stop.
"Please," I whimper, trying to angle my hips to take him deeper. "I need it. I need your knot."
He growls, the sound primal and hungry. His thrusts become more forceful, each one bringing his knot closer to breaching me. The pressure is intense, almost too much to handle, but I need it too much to tap out now.
And it isn't even just about getting out of my damn heat anymore.
The Knight’s eyes light with an intensity I haven't seen since he was chasing me through the forests in my dreams. The fiercest growl yet builds in his chest.
For a moment, I'm terrified all over again.
But instead of attacking me, his human hand comes to rest on my lower stomach, pinning my hips to the ground with surprising gentleness.
I whimper at the pressure of his palm pressing down on my stomach, suddenly hyper-aware of just how deep he is inside me. It feels like he's rearranging my insides, like I can feel him all the way up in my throat even though I know that's impossible.
"Oh fuck," I gasp, squirming despite his restraining hand.
He lets out a low, approving growl, his hips rocking forward in tiny, controlled movements. Each one brings his knot closer to locking inside me, stretching me wider than I thought possible.
I'm torn between the desperate need to be filled and the very real fear that he might actually split me in two. If I panic and squirm, I’m pretty sure that fear could become a reality. But with his hand on my stomach, holding me still, I realize I'm not really in control anymore.
He is.
And that's probably the only reason I didn't split myself open earlier in my desperation to take a knot and end this damned heat.
The thought should make me panic.
But instead, I feel... safe. Protected. Cherished, even.
His knot presses against me with each thrust, swelling more by the second. The pressure borders on unbearable. I pant, trying to relax, to open myself up to him. If I don't take him now, before his knot swells to its full girth, I won't be able to take him at all.
And then I'll be at the mercy of unbridled heat.
"Please," I whimper.
With a final, powerful thrust, his knot breaches me fully. I scream, my back arching off the ground as much as I can beneath the pressure of his massive palm as my body struggles to accommodate his girth.
And then, just when I think I can't take anymore, something inside me gives way.
His knot locks in place and a tidal wave crashes over me.
I come harder than I ever have in my life, my vision whiting out as my body convulses around him.
Slick—and probably a decent amount of blood—trickles down the insides of my thighs as heat surges in my core, peaking like flames licking at all my nerve endings all at once.
Through the haze of my orgasm, I feel him start to move again. Short, sharp thrusts that have his knot tugging at my entrance with each movement. The sensation is indescribable and I start spiraling into another orgasm immediately.
I'm still coming when I feel him swell even larger inside me. A roar tears from his throat as he starts to come, too. The flood of his seed is hot and copious, filling me so much, I swear it’s warming me from the inside.
The pressure, the fullness, the rhythmic pulses of his cock inside me... it's too much. I come again, each wave bleeding into the next until I lose all sense of time and self. There's nothing but ecstasy, nothing but the two of us joined together in the most primal way possible.
I don't know how long we stay locked together. It could be minutes, it could be hours. All I know is that when I finally come back to myself, I'm trembling and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
The Knight is still inside me, his knot keeping us joined. He's lowered himself carefully onto his elbows, his massive frame curled protectively around me without crushing me under the weight of his solid body. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, soft purrs rumbling through his chest.
And those teeth… those impossibly sharp teeth are resting so delicately against my neck, my jugular, where they've been a thousand times over in my dreams.
One wrong move is all it would take, and yet…
I reach up with shaking hands, stroking his hair. "That… that was..." I trail off, unable to find words adequate to describe what just happened.
He lifts his head slightly, just enough for those blue eyes to meet mine. Carefully, so I can't see the rest of his scarred face. There's something different in his gaze now. Something softer, almost... worshipful. The rage and animalistic hunger is gone.
He looks so human like this.
"Thank you," I whisper, surprising myself with the sincerity of the words. "For being so gentle."
At least, as gentle as an eight-foot-tall monster alpha with an equally monster-sized cock can be.
He nuzzles against my throat with a contented, sighing purr that reverberates through my entire body. It's not quite words, but I swear I can almost understand him.
Almost hear him saying, " Mine ."
And right now, I can't think of a reason to argue.