Chapter 6 #6
That first orgasm poured over me like a summer rain, hot and wet and so sudden that I wasn’t ready for it even though I’d wanted it so badly. His body surrounded mine like a dominant prison and I writhed within its confines. His body was strong and even in his roughness, I knew I was safe with him.
My inner walls gripped him tight, and I drowned in the harsh chasm of the pleasurable pain that wrecked me from within. My core squeezed down so hard that I began to panic, but his grasp on me only held me more firmly.
His gaze held mine and I tried to turn my head, but he growled in warning.
“No. I want to see the look in your eyes when you come for me on my cock,” he demanded.
I cried out, overwhelmed by my orgasm and feeling myself beginning to fall into that familiar but terrifying void that I knew was coming. I knew he was going to demand a whole lot from me tonight.
“Shh. Focus on me. I’ve got you, little mate,” he crooned, and his fingers grasped my chin hard enough to force me to do exactly as he wished. My inner walls convulsed around him, and I stared into the yellow depths of his irises.
His beast was coming out for me. I could see it.
I came harder because of it.
The yellow in his irises exploded into a bright gold that was as hypnotizing as it was beautiful. My thighs began to quiver, and I could feel that second release bridging closer and closer with every beat of my heart. My legs quaked faster, my blood surged in my veins, and I arched into him.
My nipples scraped against his chest.
I started to scream.
That second orgasm followed far too quickly after the first and the pain that came with it twisted me open. His cock savaged me from within and I broke into a million different pieces, tiny shards of glass that fell to the floor and shattered once more.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and he pulled me against him, offering the safety of his embrace as he ravaged me. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me were so shockingly noisy that I felt as if it surrounded me.
This wasn’t gentle or kind or even remotely sweet.
It was filthy and wrong and so incredibly dirty that just thinking about it tomorrow was going to make me blush and stammer through my shame.
It was perfect.
It was us.
I clutched at him, my fingers digging into his back, and he didn’t complain. He groaned and I whimpered, caught in the painful aching riptide of my orgasm beneath him.
“That’s it, mate. Come for me,” he demanded and just when my release reached a harrowing peak, the base of his cock started to inflate inside me. I began to panic, but his lips brushed against mine and that fear fell away.
“Trust in me, my pretty mate. You can take my knot. You’re made for this,” he purred.
“Yes, alpha,” I breathed fearfully, but I trusted those words.
My body writhed with agony and ecstasy and just when I thought it was going to fade away, a third and final orgasm wrenched through me before I could prevent it.
He thrust his cock all the way inside me just as the base billowed out wide, stretching me so far open and making me scream.
I could feel it hooking behind my pelvis, anchoring us together as one.
His thick length throbbed hard inside me and when the first blazing hot spurt of his seed marked my insides, I came harder than I ever have before.
His eyes went wild with feral need, and he leaned forward and bit the cusp of my shoulder.
His teeth tore into my flesh, holding me still as he forced me to take his bite, his knot, and his seed at the same time.
“Please!” I begged.
The pain from his bite faded into nothing and the only thing left was the sore ache from his cock. A blissful warmth blossomed across my shoulder, and I gasped at its magnificence. It spread outward and settled in the core of my heart, pulsing once, twice.
Forever.
For him.
His seed continued to spurt deep inside me. His knot held us together physically, but the bond between us exploded from his mark. It simmered with a mystical energy, a powerful magic that bonded us together forever as one.
It felt as if it was fate.
Like he’d been meant to find me in that prison cell. In my home. And in the Venuti tower.
“I don’t want to love you,” I whispered, my voice shaky and unsure and entirely too vulnerable, but I said it anyway because I needed to.
“In the end, it won’t be up to you, my defiant little mate,” he murmured just as the last vestiges of his seed lashed hot against my cervix.
His knot didn’t deflate right away. Instead, it held us together and I found that I adored its aftermath.
His body was hot against mine, chasing away the ceaseless trembling that quaked through me as I came down from that last orgasm.
His arms surrounded me, and he pulled me to him as he lay down beside me.
“You’re mine, Ava,” he continued. “You bear my mark now as my mate. I will only ever have eyes for you.”
I hid my face in his chest, feeling my pussy grasp his cock just as my heart beat strong for him, only for him. I smiled against him.
Who was I to fight fate?