Chapter 40
CHAPTER FORTY
RIANN
My thoughts haze over as Skylar slips between my thighs. She’s all I see as I roll my tongue around my mouth, savoring the lingering taste of her. Making her come, watching her shatter, has to be one of the most glorious things I’ve ever done.
And after this heat, I plan to make her come again and again.
Even if she argues, even if she protests.
All I want to do is make my alpha feel as incredible as she makes me feel.
Unfortunately, the only thing I can focus on right now is the ache building in my core and the need burning through my veins as my heat takes hold of me and doesn’t let go.
I moan her name, at least I think I do, and pain knots my stomach. I want—no, need—relief. I need Skylar to make the pain go away. And, even though I’ve never had one, I want a knot.
How exactly that will work with a female alpha, I don’t know, but she has to know something I don’t. Right?
Her lips crash against mine as she slips two fingers inside me, quickly finding a toe-curling rhythm that has me bucking my hips.
The way she works me, curling her fingers and hitting that magical spot that leaves me gasping, is so perfect; it’s like she was made for me.
She knows all the buttons to press, all the places to tweak, to have my pussy gushing slick.
“More,” I pant against her lips. “I need… more.”
I want her to stretch me, fill me, fuck me.
A whine escapes me as she slips a third finger inside, keeping up her steady thrusts, burying them as far as they’ll go. She kisses and sucks along my neck, teasing my skin with her teeth, moaning in my ear as I buck my hips up to meet her.
It feels so fucking good, and everything is almost perfect, but it’s not enough.
“More,” I beg, barely registering the word. The heat is burning through my instincts, clouding my thoughts and my mind. It feels like I’m floating, suspended somewhere between pain and pleasure, and only one thing will make it better. “Please, Skylar, I need more.”
“Okay, preciosa,” she mutters against my lips, sliding down my body and kissing my chest as she goes. “But I’m going to go slow; I don’t want to hurt you.”
She presses an open-mouthed kiss against my stomach and I can feel her work a fourth finger into my pussy. The delicious stretch has me arching my back and fisting the blanket, a gasp tearing from my lips.
Slowing her thrusts, she pushes her fingers deeper. A breathless moan slips out of me every time her knuckles bump against my opening, and when she dips to take my clit into her mouth, I cry out from the pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I babble, my hands shooting to fist in her hair. I drag her closer, bucking my hips against her face wildly, chasing my release. It’s building, slow and steady like a storm, and every flick of her tongue has me inching closer.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck. Yes, right there.” I can’t control the words flying out of my mouth as every muscle in my body tenses, preparing for detonation. Skylar sucks my clit into her mouth again, teasing the sensitive nub between her teeth, and my climax slams into me full force.
I cry out, the sound echoing in my own ears, and the pressure between my thighs increases. My pussy stretches further than it’s ever stretched before, making me whimper, and something like a knot slips into place, locking inside.
My head is spinning, from the orgasm and the heat, but I manage to lift my head and look down. Skylar is grinning up at me, her hand buried wrist-deep inside me, and it suddenly hits me what’s happened.
That’s not a knot.
It’s her fist.
At the realization, my channel squeezes around her, refusing to let go, and she rests her head against my thigh.
“It’s not a knot, but I hope this’ll do,” she says, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
I nod breathlessly, relieved that the pain has temporarily subsided. My body is sated, and I can finally relax, if only for a little while. I have no idea how long this heat will last, especially now that my designation has shifted. It could be hours or it could be days.
She scoots to lay her head on my stomach, her fist still locked into place, and I reach down to run my fingers through her hair. I adore the feeling of having her close.
With a sleepy smile, I close my eyes. “It’s better than a knot.”
We stay that way for a while, Skylar peppering gentle kisses across my skin and muttering sweet nothings.
When she finally slips her hand out of me, she sidles up next to me and tucks me against her chest as I begin to drift off to sleep.
Then she presses her lips against my shoulder, my cheeks, my head, like she can’t keep her lips off my heated skin.
“Rest, my sweet omega,” she purrs in my ear. “I’ll be here when you need me.”