15. Esme
Fifteen
Esme
He pushes inside me and I forget my own damn name.
First, it’s just the head first, but even that…
even that… is almost too much, the blunt thick stretch of him spreading me open, I gasp and my whole body seizes, because I knew he was big, I felt him, saw, I’ve had him in my mouth, but knowing and feeling it split me open are two completely different things.
“Breathe.” His voice is wrecked, strained, his forehead dropping to mine, his enormous body shaking with the effort of going slow. “Breathe, little one. Let me in. We go slow. You take what you can.”
“It’s…” I’m panting, stretched around just the head of him, my hands flying to his shoulders, his back, anywhere. “It’s a lot…”
“I know.” He drags his mouth over my throat, my scent gland, and I feel his saliva there, his intoxicating warmth spreading through me, loosening me, and my body goes softer, opens another fraction.
“I know. That’s why we waited. That’s why I made your body ready.
Feel how ready you are for me?” He pushes in another inch, and I cry out.
“There. That’s more of me. You’re doing so good, baby. Taking your alpha so good.”
Three weeks of his fingers, his mouth, his scent working into me, the taste of him fucking drugging me loose.
And now my heat, softening me open. He stretched me, prepared me, and now I’m taking him, slow, inch by impossible inch, my body fighting, giving, fucking opening.
It’s too much, it’s perfect… exactly right.
“More,” I sob, because even split open and overwhelmed, I want all of him. “Sven, please, more, I need…”
“You’ll have it. You’ll have all of me.” He pushes deeper, working into me in slow careful drives, each one taking more, and I feel every ridge drag against my walls, feel myself stretch around his impossible thickness, feel him sink, and sink, and sink until I don’t think I can take any more…
And then his hips press flush against mine, and he’s all the way in, buried to the hilt, and we both go still.
I’ve never felt so full in my life. So completely full, stuffed with him, stretched to the very edge of what I can stand, his fat cock throbbing deep inside me, and it’s so much that tears slide down into my hair, and it’s so good that I’m laughing at the same time, letting out a wrecked, broken sound, because finally, finally, after weeks of being wound tight and teased to death, Sven is inside me!
I’m so full I can’t breathe, but I never want him to move. I’m also going to die if he doesn’t…
“That’s all of me,” he breathes against my mouth, shaking, holding himself still, letting me adjust. “You took all of me, Esme. Every inch. Look at you.” His hand slides down between us, presses low on my belly, where he’s lodged deep. “Right there. That’s me. That’s how full you are.”
“Move,” I beg. “Please, Sven, move…”
And finally, he moves, dragging out slowly, every ridge stroking my inner walls, then he slides back in, and the sound that comes out of me isn’t human.
My orc sets a deep, steady, fucking devastating rhythm, his hands gripping my hips, holding me open for him, and each thrust hits something deep inside me that has me speaking in tongues.
I wrap my legs around his waist and take him, all of him, my mate, my alpha, mine.
“That’s it,” Sven growls, his pace building, his control breaking with every thrust. “That’s my girl.
Taking me so deep. Feel that? Feel how fucking perfect you take me?
” He drops his head and drags his tongue over my scent gland again, making me shudder.
“Fucking made for me. You were made for me, little one. I’ve waited for you my whole fucking life... ”
“Don’t stop…” I’m clawing at his back, meeting him thrust for thrust, my heat fucking roaring. The fullness perfect, the friction of his cock sliding inside me keeps taking me higher and higher. “Don’t you dare stop, don’t…”
“Never.” He fucks me harder, deeper, the bed shaking, his growl constant now. “Never stopping. You’re mine. Say it. Say you’re fucking mine.”
“Yours…” I sob, breaking apart. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’ve always been…”
I come around him so hard my vision goes white, clenching on his thick cock in waves, and he groans like it’s killing him and fucks me through it. I’m shaking, pulsing, when I feel something change… feel him swell, get thicker, at the base, pressing at my entrance. Oh, shit, forgot about… his knot.
“Sven…” I gasp, feeling it grow, stretch me wider with every thrust, that swelling pressure pushing at me.
His voice is more growl than words. “Gonna fill you up.” His forehead drops to mine, his eyes black, wild, fucking desperate. “Need to breed you…”
“Yes…” I’m his, and my body is straining to take all he gives me. “Please…”
He drives forward, forces his knot inside, and I scream as it locks deep, stretching me, his thick swell seating itself inside me and locking us together, and the second it does I come again, a second orgasm crashing into the first one, my body convulsing around him, milking him…
And he roars.
I feel him let go. Feel him pulse deep inside me, and then it’s a goddamn flood…
hot, thick, endless, jet after jet after jet, so much, so much, filling me up, more than should be possible, pouring into me until there’s nowhere to go, but his knot keeps it all inside, and I sob at the heat of it, the fullness, the amazing sensation of being bred, filled, fucking claimed…
Then his mouth comes down on my throat. On my scent gland, that’s swollen and aching. I feel his tusks graze it… then he bites.
His teeth sink into my flesh and the bond snaps into place.
And it’s like a circuit closing, a door opening, like a thing I didn’t know was empty inside me suddenly filling…
I feel him, all at once, all over my body, mind, and soul, flooding me with his relief.
I’m crying, and he’s still coming inside me, still locked deep, still filling me.
He licks his bite, pressing his forehead to mine, and I feel his huge body shake over me.
“Mine,” he breathes, ragged, against my mouth. “My mate. My Esme.”
“Yours,” I whisper, wrecked, full, locked to him, bonded, claimed.
Then Sven gathers me up against his chest, feral, spent, and his purr starts low and deep, rolling through both of us where we’re joined. I feel it through our bond: he’s got me, he’s never letting go, and I am never, ever alone again.