Evander #5
And fuck, am I desperate for my mate to be the one to feel it.
My mate.
My perfect little mate.
“Van,” she whimpers, her hips lifting to meet mine. “Please, I need more. I’m so close. I want to feel it. I want all of you.”
My knot throbs so hard I see white behind my eyes. “I’ve never done this before, little daisy. Let me just—”
“Don’t pull out,” she hisses, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me in closer to her. “I want you. Please. I’m not scared. I trust you. I love you.”
Her words undo me. The last thread of restraint snaps as I push forward, feeling my knot catch at her entrance.
She gasps, her eyes flying wide, and for one terrifying second, I think I’ve hurt her. But then her walls clench around me—tight, impossibly tight—and she lets out a sound that’s half sob, half moan, her entire body arching off the bed.
“Fuck, Cassie—”
“Don’t stop,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I can’t. I physically can’t. My knot swells fully inside her, locking us together, and the sensation of her pulsing around me is so intense I nearly black out. She’s clenching rhythmically around me as she screams out her pleasure, and I feel the first hot pulse of cum spurting into her.
Her scent floods my senses—sweet, sharp, mine—and I groan into the crook of her neck as another wave crashes through me. I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life, my cock pulsing inside her as I fill her with everything I have.
She’s so tight around my knot that I can barely breathe. Every pulse of my release wrings another sound out of me, and I feel her inner walls clenching around my knot, milking every last drop.
My pleasure crests, and that’s when I feel it. A sharp sting flares in the skin around my pec as my beautiful little mate sinks her teeth into me.
She’s marking me. Claiming me.
Bonding me as her alpha.
My cock can’t ignore that, and another wave of pleasure crashes over me, my vision going white at the edges. The bond flares between us, bright and electric, as I feel her emotions pouring into me—love, satisfaction, possession.
She doesn’t pull back immediately. Her teeth stay locked in my flesh, her tongue soothing over the mark as I groan, my chest tight as something of her settles permanently into me.
I can feel her completely now. I feel her desire, her love for me, her happiness that we’re now bonded—all of it right there under my skin.
Well, partially.
“Fuck, Cassie,” I groan, my voice wrecked as I collapse on top of her, careful to keep my weight off her. She’s trembling beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps, and I can feel her pulse racing where our skin touches.
“Van,” she whispers, her voice raw and broken. “That was... I’ve never...”
I press my lips to her forehead, tasting the salt of her skin, holding her close. “Me neither. Fuck, I love you.”
I feel her happiness at my words, her love for me flowing through our bond. But underneath that, there’s a hint of nervousness.
She gazes up at me, biting her lip, and I cup her face in my hands.
“You have no reason to be nervous, love,” I whisper, my thumb stroking her cheek. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
She smiles, a shy, trembling thing that makes my heart clench. “You told me to take what I wanted, and, um, oops.”
I laugh, the sound rumbling through my chest as I press my forehead to hers. “There’s no oops about this, little daisy. This is everything.”
She chose me.
Me. She fucking chose me.
Not because fate said so.
Because she wanted to.
The thought fucking floors me, and it echoes back through the bond, her happiness answering mine.
It’s dizzying, this feedback loop of emotion, and I can’t stop grinning like an idiot.
She chose me first.
She rocks her hips against me, and I gasp, the sensation of her still clenching around my knot sending sparks shooting up my spine. We’re still locked together, her body refusing to let me go, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Her eyes flutter open, those gorgeous green irises hazy with satisfaction. “I love you.”
“Oh, daisy, I love you, too.”
“Aren’t you going to return the favour?” she murmurs, her voice still husky from pleasure.
I blink, my brain still fogged from what we just did. The bond between us pulses with her desire, her need for completion.
She wants me to mark her, too.
She really wants me to mark her, too.
“But first,” I say, my voice rough with desire, “let’s make sure you’re going to enjoy it.”
She whimpers, her hips rocking against mine, and the sensation of her still wrapped around my knot makes my vision blur.
I can feel her through the bond—her need, her impatience, the way her body is already climbing toward another peak—and it nearly fucking undoes me.
Fuck, I thought being inside her was heaven before. Now, with this bond, it’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
I shift my hips the best I can when locked together, finding the angle that makes her gasp, and I feel her pleasure echo through the bond like a symphony. Her eyes go wide, her mouth falling open as I press deeper, still locked inside her.
“Van,” she whimpers, her fingers digging into my back. “Oh, fuck, fuck.”
I press my thumb to her clit, moving in tight little circles as I rock my hips against hers. The bond carries her pleasure straight into mine until I can’t tell which of us it belongs to.
She’s so close—I can feel it through the bond, the tight coil of tension building in her belly, the way her breath stutters with each thrust. I press harder against her clit, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed, my hips holding her in place.
“Van—I’m going to—oh, fuck—”
She shudders under me, clenching around me hard enough that I feel her come apart. Her pleasure floods our bond like a tidal wave, crashing through me and pulling me under with her.
I can’t hold back. My knot swells impossibly tighter inside her as I tip over the edge, my release hitting me like a freight train again.
My jaw aches, my teeth sharpening, as I find the best spot on her neck to sink into and claim her as mine—right where her pulse beats fastest, just beneath the fall of her hair.
The taste of her floods my mouth—sweet and perfect—as the bond between us flares white-hot. Her blood coats my tongue, and I feel the exact second something in us locks together for good.
Cassidy gasps, her orgasm stretching out, as I fill her, the way she did with me a few minutes ago.
Her scent fills my nose, sweeter than ever before, as I lap at the mark I’ve left on her neck, soothing it the best I can.
Only once she’s stopped shuddering under me do I stop. I gently roll us onto our sides, careful not to hurt her with the tug of my knot, before settling onto my back and letting her cuddle against my chest.
I pull her against me, tucking her head under my chin, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse against my throat. Her body is warm and pliant against mine, her legs tangled with my own, her breath coming in soft, uneven little pants against my collarbone.
Fuck, this is heaven.
“I love you,” I say softly.
Cassie gasps, her fingers stilling in my chest hair. “I can feel how much you mean it.”
“No more doubting me, little daisy,” I say softly. I kiss her hair. “Now, when I say something, you’ll know exactly how I feel.”
She doesn’t need to speak for me to feel her relief.
My perfect, precious little mate.
I doze, my body heavy and content, my mind drifting in the warm haze of post-orgasm bliss.
Cassie’s weight on my chest is the most comforting thing I’ve ever felt—the steady rise and fall of her breathing, her hair spilling across my shoulder, the occasional twitch of her fingers against my skin, the way her scent has completely relaxed with my own.
The bond hums between us like a live wire. I’m already addicted.
I can feel every shift in her emotions like they’re my own—the warm glow of satisfaction, the lazy curl of contentment, her love for me humming steady and golden through the bond.
I’ve never felt anything like this. Never known it was possible to be this connected to another person.
I’m a lucky fucking cunt. I really am.
Then a spike of anxiety hits me like a sledgehammer, and I go rigid, every muscle in my body locking at once.
Not mine. I know my own anxiety like an old, shitty coat I can’t stop wearing. This is sharper, thinner, a needle sliding between my ribs from the outside.
Through the bond.
I jolt awake, my arms tightening around her before my brain’s even caught up with my thoughts. My chest rumbles on instinct, trying to soothe her, as my eyes dart around the room, looking for whatever’s wrong.
But there’s nothing.
Just us.
Just her.
She’s still in my arms. Still breathing. Still warm.
But the anxiety is hers, souring her scent before she makes a single sound. I can feel it now, threading through the bond like smoke, overtaking the relaxation in her scent, and replacing it with a sour edge.
“Cassie.” My voice cracks on her name. “What’s wrong?”
But rather than answering, she bursts into tears.
My knot slips free of her a moment later, fluids leaking between us, but I don’t care.
All I care about is her.
“Cassie, please, talk to me,” I beg, but she just cries harder.
Fucking hell. What have I missed?