Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Larissa
Ihave no idea what just happened, only that I wanted it with a desperation that bordered on madness. It filled the ache that had been gnawing at me since he left.
We are strangers. Sure, I glimpsed inside his mind a few times before he shut the door. Then, when I went into heat, I got another peek.
But that isn’t knowing someone. Not truly.
And yet, how long does it take to read someone’s soul?
Imprinting. We’re imprinting, and it’s happening fast.
With Rhett, I feel like I have known him all my life, like we are meeting not as strangers, but as lovers, and every touch is us remembering.
His teeth are embedded in my throat. It hurts. Sharp, unyielding pain that tangles with the pulsing pleasure in my pussy where his knot locks us together. I don’t mind anything he’s doing to me. He’s not a cruel man.
A sudden urge to cry bears down on me. His teeth disengage, and he lifts his lips. “Hey… shh. What’s that about?” I try to cling tighter, but he pries gently at my arms, peeling me back just enough so he can look into my eyes.
You’re such a dick, Rhett. Now look at what you’ve done. You’ve made her cry.
His thoughts tumble out fast and furious. A split second later, the door comes down.
“I’m not upset with you,” I say. “I’m just... I don’t know what I am, to be honest.”
He’s holding me up in his arms. He doesn’t appear to be suffering any strain. He’s still inside me. My legs and arms are starting to tremble a little.
“Can you…” My voice falters. He’s knotted me—no chance of him pulling free. But the ache in my chest has nothing to do with his knot. He’s not cruel. If anything, he’s kind of sweet. “Can you take me to my nest?”
“Nest?” His grip tightens on me, and his cock kicks inside.
I moan a little.
“When did you make a nest? Where is it? Fuck, an actual nest!”
“It’s in the guest bedroom, only…” I’m about to point out he’s knotted me, but he’s already kicking out of his sweatpants with a curse and striding for the guest bedroom with me still impaled on his cock.
The movement makes my eyes roll back with pleasure. I moan helplessly as another climax bears down on me. “Oh, God, please, it’s—”
He hasn’t reached the doorway, and I’m already coming in his arms.
“Fuck,” he mutters gruffly, pinning me against the wall beside the doorway, grinding deeper while I thrash and writhe in the throes of an orgasm.
My breathing has barely steadied when he pushes off from the wall. “God, don’t move. I’m going to—”
My fingers claw at his shoulders, the sensation of his cock and knot pressing inside me as he walks is pleasurable insanity. I’m too sensitive. I can’t bear it. “Have mercy,” I mutter weakly before coming again.
“Jesus!” he growls. “Where the fuck is the nest?!”
His hands are shaking as they hold me. He comes to a stop just inside the guest bedroom. His low growl makes my pussy clench. A low, rumbly purr comes next. He’s very still, apart from his cock that is thumping wildly inside me, making me mindless with overstimulation.
His throat works. “You want me to take you into the nest?” he says gruffly.
“Please,” I mumble. I’m barely coherent, just a panting ball of rapture, but I get a strong impression he’s pleased with the nest.
“Fuck yeah,” he rumbles. “Look at what you did, baby.”
“You like my nest?”
“It’s fucking amazing,” he says. “Beautiful.”
He stalks forward, sparking the barely-calmed nerves along the length of my channel back to dizzyingly life. I bite the inside of my cheek to try and not come again, because I really need a moment.
He wades into my nest, knocking everything everywhere. His purr is manic.
“Fuck,” he says, sinking to his knees and dropping me down against the nest, pressing tightly against me. His hands are unsteady as they move restlessly over any part of me he can reach, his hips rocking furiously.
He’s destroying my nest with his clumsiness. I ought to be more disgruntled than I am.
If I’m honest with myself, and I feel I must be, his desperation to fuck me in my nest is hot.
“That’s it, baby, come again. I want our scent all over this nest. I want it fucking smothered.”
He grips my hips and slowly starts to work his knot out. When I realize what he’s about, it rouses me from my mindless state of bliss.
“What are you… God, no!”
Too late, a twisty pleasure enthuses my core as his knot bulges against my entrance, and then it just pops out, opening the dam on our combined release.
I’m still coming.
His fingers spear inside me, and I arch up off the nest. He pumps them in and out a few times before he wipes them over the nearest cushion with a deliberate glint in his eye.
“Rhett?!”
“It smells clean,” he says, like this makes even a bit of sense. Then, rocking back onto his heels, he begins to jack his cock.
Cum splatters all over me, my belly, my pussy, so much that it begins to trickle down the side of my belly and onto the nest. Caught in a lust daze, I can only stare, trembling as yet more splashes over the fabrics and over my skin.
My breasts, my throat, get painted next. The scent is all up in my nose.
“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Just lie there and let me scent you.”
Scent me? I’ve just showered, now I’m smothered in his cum and filthy again.
I fret a little.
He wraps his fingers around my throat, pinning me to the nest. “Ah, ah. Not fucking happening. You invited me into your nest. Literally asked for this.”
“Come inside me.”
“When I’m ready,” he says, tone implacable.
There’s a dark glint in his eyes. Something primal stares back at me.
Releasing his cock with a grunt, he plants his palm over my belly and spreads his cum, working it into my breasts and my nipples while I lie there, panting.
He spears his fingers into my hair, across my cheek, gathers yet more cum and he pushes his fingers between my teeth.
“Suck.”
Three fingers plunge to the back of my throat. I gag, and my confused pussy spasms in little echoes of pleasure.
His purr turns to a rattle. He tumbles me onto my belly. I go to rise, but a firm hand plants in the center of my back. Then he slides his body over mine, trapping me face down in the nest, his nose brushes the side of my throat before he nips my ear.
“Such a good girl, making a nest for your alpha.” He slides his hips back, wedging his cock against my pussy, and, burrowing his fingers between us, uses them to guide himself.
It’s not as deep but it feels really intense like this.
He finds my clit and strokes it in small, tight circles that have me hanging on the edge of a carnal cliff.
“Come for me,” he rasps against my ear. “Come for me in your nest.”
I twitch and jerk. But he has me securely pinned, inside and out. I’m unable to escape his fingers, nor the pleasure that builds relentlessly driving me closer to the edge.
My lungs burn… I’m hot, half-smothered… And then a climax rolls through me so visceral that every muscle in my body locks up and I forget how to breathe.
I must fall asleep or pass out. When I rouse, his weight is gone. I can hear his low, rumbly grunts and slowly twist to find the source. He’s kneeling in the corner of the nest, one of the prettiest cushions in one hand, his cock in the other, and he’s coming all over it.
I’m shocked.
I’m aroused.
He glances across, sees me watching, and a lazy satisfied grin spreads across his face.
Triumph blazes in his pretty green eyes. He’s still coming when he crawls over to me and grips my hair. “Open.”
He has broken me. Without hesitation, I take him in my mouth, welcoming the salty taste on my tongue, swallowing it down.
“I need to get this in you, everywhere,” he says, sinking deeper into my throat.
Madness grips me, my nails score his ass, trying to pull him closer.
He cups my cheeks, his eyes turning hooded as he watches me suck him off.