Chapter 44
Nika
This wasn’t foreplay.
It was torture.
He was torturing me with his tongue—deliberate, unhurried, with the focused precision of a man who had been patient for years and had apparently decided to make that everyone’s problem. Revenge for the cake. For the conference room. For every single thing we’d done.
I dug my heels into his flesh and rolled myself against him. The thick red bulge at his base pressed against me and every instinct I had said there. That was what would take the ache away. That was what I needed.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips moving upward. “Show me what you need.”
I stared at the ceiling.
“Do I need to draw you a diagram?” I groaned as the pain began to ease again. “Insert here.”
I was resisting the urge to shred his back. Barely.
His lips grazed my neck.
My throat.
My jaw.
I turned and dragged my tongue along his jawline—the prickle of his stubble against it sending a gush of slick trickling out of me. I gasped at the immediacy of it.
I wouldn’t beg.
I was bloody close.
Instead I took his face between my hands and found his lips.
I didn’t kiss him.
I trapped his lower lip between my teeth and pressed down.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my mouth.
Yes, he finally understood.
He snuck a hand between us and guided that fleshy, rigid tip toward my entrance.
I released his lip, tasting the blood I’d drawn. Victory was mine.
He reared back, grabbed my legs and pinned them to the bed. My thighs ached from the stretch—and then he began to fill me. He sank in, spreading me open. I watched a droplet of blood form on his lip.
He wasn’t looking at me. He was watching the space between us diminish. His weight drove his fingers into my flesh.
It was perfect.
He sank deeper. Every inch filled me like never before. That thick girth—all mine. When the base brushed against me I sighed.
“You’ll take it all. My cock and then my knot,” he rasped.
I nodded as his eyes flicked up.
His lips curled on one side.
The blood dripped down to his chin.
He pulled back and my hips followed, tightening around him, trying to trap him. It didn’t work—and then he plunged back into me. I closed my eyes as he gave me what I needed. Back and forth, driving deep enough for his knot to hit me with each thrust.
I remembered to breathe when my chest ached.
Conrí.
Alpha.
Heat.
Need.
Blood.
He moved like the animal he was.
Deep, hard.
Slow, tender.
He took the pain away. That horrid, throbbing need.
“Look at me,” he growled.
My eyes snapped open. I breathed us in—his scent joined with mine into something entirely new. Something that had no name because it had never existed before.
“I’m all you’ll ever need,” he vowed, pressing harder as he leaned over me.
I saw them both in his green-gold eyes.
He pressed his knot against me.
“Now open up for me.”
I nodded, trying to push myself onto it—but his grip kept me exactly where he wanted me.
He began slowly. Each time he pushed forward the slippery base caught before he pulled back. My eyes drooped as the tension built. I needed all of him.
“Yes,” he panted, and drove forward with a snap of his hips.
The extra girth began to spread me apart.
Every thrust drew me closer.
He thrust so hard the bulbous knot popped inside me.
Something broke out of me—not quite a moan, not quite a breath.
“There you go,” he murmured. “Now you’re ready.”
Wasn’t I before?
He didn’t give me time to think.
His movements caught me off guard. He began to plough me with both—knot and length together, no stopping, no slowing. No cramp pain now. Only the stretch around his knot. Only the deep, rolling pressure of him.
“This is what you require,” he growled, hissing through clenched teeth. “Mate.”
My body shook beneath his. Pinned. Unable to move.
And it was perfect. The stretch. The deep throb when he bumped inside me, knocking against my cervix. Touching me in a way that should have been impossible.
The tight coil of tension in the pit of my belly detonated.
A strangled sound tore out of me. Time stopped as he plunged back in. My muscles clenched around every throbbing inch of him and I squeezed for dear life—until I felt the torrent of hot seed flood through me.
His grunts gave way to a single word.
One word.
Mate.
It echoed inside my chest. My head. My muscles pulsed around his knot as more of him shot through me.
He released my legs. They felt like jelly.
His weight settled over me.
His lips found mine and I opened for him.
His heat soothed me.
His scent kept me present.
This felt like coming home.
And for once I didn’t fight it.