Cassidy #4
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as Harlan’s hands grip my hips, lifting me slightly before pulling me back down onto his length. The angle is perfect—his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
I’m trembling, my thighs shaking as I try to keep myself upright, but it’s useless. I slump against him, and he grunts in approval, using my hips as his own personal handles as he thrusts up into me. I’m completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but take what he gives me.
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
“That’s it, little luxury,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “Take what you need. Take all of me.”
The words send another wave of slick between my thighs, and every time he rolls into the next thrust, I feel the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. My skin is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release as Harlan drives into me with relentless precision.
“Please,” I beg, chasing the friction. “Please, Harlan, I’m so close. I need it. Please, Alpha, please.”
His grip on my hips tightens, fingertips likely to leave bruises. “Don’t you dare come without me, luxury. Hold it.”
Hold it?
Hold off my fucking orgasm?
“Harl, please, I can’t hold it. I need it,” I continue blabbering senselessly as he lifts us up into a seated position, the angle changing once more. My words don’t even make sentences at this point. Don’t even make sense.
But my alpha doesn’t seem to realise.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Harlan growls, his voice a rough rumble against my ear. “So fucking perfect.”
I can barely process his words through the haze of pleasure. My body is trembling as he continues his relentless pace. The sensation builds and builds, which just doesn’t feel possible. I thought I was already at the edge, but he’s working my body beyond what I could handle.
“I’ve never felt a pussy this fucking perfect,” Harlan continues, kissing along my jawline, his hips never stopping.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies meeting. “Please, Harlan, I need—”
“I know exactly what you need, my beautiful luxury,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “And I’m going to give it to you. You’ve just got to be patient.”
“I need you to come for me,” I gasp, my voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Harlan, I can’t hold on anymore.”
His hand slides between us, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at my centre. The touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my already overstimulated body.
My moans become whines of need, my body completely submitting to him. My body is his to control, and he decides what’s about to break in me.
“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking.
“I’m going to need another four strokes, in and out of you, luxury, and then you’re going to explode around me,” he growls, the vibrations echoing through me.
“I… I am,” I agree on a sob.
“And the moment you do, you’ll take my knot and my mark,” he continues, not fully thrusting now, and I know this doesn’t count as one of the four strokes. “You’re going to be mine in every way possible. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my body trembling with anticipation. “I’m yours, Harlan. Always yours.”
His eyes darken with primal satisfaction as he leans forward, his lips brushing against my ear. “Then let me claim you properly, little luxury.”
The first thrust is slow, deliberate, his cock dragging against every nerve inside me. I know this teasing pace is torture, designed to bring me to the edge without letting me fall. My body clenches around him, desperate for more, desperate for release.
“Please,” I whisper against his jaw. “Please, Harlan, I need—”
The second thrust is harder, deeper, hitting that spot in a brutally perfect slam.
Fuck, my legs tremble around him.
The third thrust has me gasping, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he hits that perfect angle again. My vision blurs, my whole body screaming for release.
“One more,” Harlan whispers against my ear, his voice thick with need. “One more, and I want you to come for me, okay, luxury? You’re going to scream for me.”
I can barely nod, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. The fourth thrust is devastating—deep, brutal, and perfectly angled. My body shatters around him, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending as I scream his name.
“That’s it,” Harlan growls, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Take it. Take all of me.”
I feel him swell inside me, his knot catching at my entrance before pushing through, locking us together. The sensation is overwhelming—pleasure and fullness and something deeper, something that feels like coming home.
My orgasm rolls into another one, endless pleasure dragging on, right as his teeth slice into my chest, just above my left breast. Evander’s mark is a little higher on that side, and I feel so loved having the two of them with me.
The claiming bite sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me that I recognise as Harlan’s, and my body clenches around his knot. I wait until he pulls back, soothing his mark with a lick, before I sink my teeth into his neck, returning the mark with trembling lips.
The taste of him floods my mouth—copper and something deeper, something visceral—and I hear him groan underneath me, wrecking me a little more.
Something between us locks into place, his pleasure bleeding into mine until I can’t tell whose it is. I know from experience now that when the pheromones settle, it is much easier.
But right now, I can’t tell where I end and he begins. I don’t want to.
I pull out, my teeth softening back, as I lick across my mark on his neck, offering soothing kisses to encourage it to heal.
Harlan’s locked in me now, his knot pulsing at my entrance, keeping us together. It’s amazing. I can’t help rocking against him, even as he curses under his breath, desperate for one last wave of pleasure to crash over me.
I can’t help it. I’m greedy.
It’s an omega trait I’m happy to blame right now.
“Fuck, Cass,” Harlan groans, his voice strained as I clench around him. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
His hands grip my hips, stilling my movements. I whimper in protest, but the sensation of his knot pulsing inside me is enough to keep me still. The fullness is overwhelming, my body stretched to its limit around his knot, and yet, I crave more. I want to consume him entirely.
It’s not want anymore. It’s need.
“I love you,” I whisper, my voice raw from screaming his name. My fingers trace the mark I’ve left on his neck, watching the way his eyes flutter shut.
“But I might literally die if you don’t let me move again,” I finish, a desperate whine escaping my throat.
Harlan’s laugh rumbles through me, his chest vibrating against my sensitive skin. “Take what you need from me, little luxury. My body is yours to do with as you please.”
And based on the wave of desire I feel, I know he means it. That he wants me to do this.
I slump against him, my body still trembling with aftershocks, and I let him rest us onto his back, then roll us so we’re facing each other, my legs around his hips, his knot so tight and perfect.
I grind against him, his cock twitching, as he whimpers from overstimulation, but he doesn’t stop me. Instead, his head falls to my chest, his tongue licking over my mark, causing tingles to dance down my spine.
The pleasure builds slowly, lazily, as I grind against him, feeling his knot pulse inside me. My vision blurs. There’s just this.
Just him.
“Oh, wow, oh, wow,” I chant as another wave crashes through me, my eyes closing as I feel ropes of cum flood me.
Fuck, I’m so full of him.
My body feels like it’s been rewired, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. I can feel his cum pooling inside me, hot and thick, marking me as his again and again.
The thought makes me clench involuntarily around his knot, drawing a groan from deep in his chest, the vibrations rippling through me like aftershocks.
“Fuck, you’ve milked me dry,” Harlan murmurs, clinging to me as desperately as I am to him. “I can’t even—fuck, Cassidy, you’re perfect. Such a perfect little mate.”
A flush coats my cheeks, and he fakes a gasp.
“Are you really blushing right now?” he asks, his eyes bright with his amusement. “After everything we’ve just done, you blush from a simple compliment?”
I bury my face against his chest, inhaling his rich scent that now carries notes of my own sweetness. “Shut up.”
His laugh vibrates through me, his fingers dragging slow lines up and down my spine. The sensation makes me shiver, my body still hypersensitive from everything we’ve done. But in the best way.
I nuzzle into my alpha’s chest, letting the steady beating of his heart lull me into sleep. I feel so safe, so protected, that I know nothing could touch me.
“You’re falling asleep on me, little luxury,” Harlan murmurs, his voice vibrating through my chest where my ear rests against him.
“Mm-hmm,” I manage, my eyelids impossibly heavy. I don’t think I can explain how sated I am. How amazing he’s made me feel.
“It seems, then, that all I need to do to shut your overworking brain off, little luxury, is to fuck you senseless,” Harlan murmurs, and I keen in agreement.
His fingers trace lazy patterns across my back, his scent entwined with mine, and I don’t know when I slip into unconsciousness, only that I’m perfectly safe as I do.
Something tugs gently at my leg beneath the blankets. I frown, kicking it away.
Whatever it is, can wait.
I’m comfortable. Warm.
There’s another careful pull, followed by warm fingers smoothing absent-mindedly over my calf.
“Easy,” Harlan murmurs, his voice sounding oddly far away. “I’ve got you.”
A sleepy little whine escapes me before I can stop it.
“I’m asleep,” I grumble.
His chuckle is deep enough that I feel it more than hear it. “I know you are, little luxury.”
Then stop waking me up.
The thought barely forms before I realise that I’m somehow moving.
Or rather, someone else is moving me.
My eyes crack open reluctantly, everything around me blurred by exhaustion.