Chapter 31 #2
This was erotic. The best thing I’d ever seen. Axel’s gaze was fixed on the same spot, the tendons in his neck and forearms straining as he fought to control himself.
“Look how feckin’ perfect we are together.”
A little keening whine filled the room. I realized seconds later it was coming from me. Oh, God, I was so gone.
“Don’t fret, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
Then he was pushing in.
Slow. Stretching me. Filling me inch by impossible inch. I gasped at the burn, the fullness.
“Breathe.” He pressed kisses to my jaw. My neck. “Relax. Let me in.”
I tried.
He worked himself deeper, shallow thrusts that gradually went further.
“So tight.” His voice was strained. “Squeezing me so fucking—good—“
The burn intensified and he was only halfway there. A wave of panic washed over me. “I don’t know if...” My nails dug into his shoulders. “I can feel—everywhere—“
“Good.” He pulled back out, just to the tip, then worked himself a little further.
His expression was serious, every bit the alpha as he said, “Because I’ll fit, Rebecca.
You were made for me, remember?” Then he pulled out once more and this time, thrust himself in with a victorious roar as he bottomed out. I cried out, my eyes going wide.
He stilled.
For a moment, the pain was so intense I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.
Then he pressed his forehead against mine, squeezed my ass, and said, “Want you to feel me for days.”
I huffed out a laugh. My voice was a little high-pitched as I said, “I think you accomplished that.”
“Good.”
“Just breathe,” he instructed.
So I took a deep inhale, then let it out slowly.
The pain receded. He held still, letting me adjust to the feel of him. I knew enough about knotting to know that when the time came, when the base of his cock swelled, it would be an even tighter fit. And now that my body began to calm, I knew I wanted it—needed it. Needed to feel all of him.
“Ready?” His gruff voice, the promise of what came next, had goosebumps prickling my skin.
“Yes—please. I need you to move.”
He grunted, then pulled back and thrust in again. Harder. I cried out, pleasure sharp and overwhelming. The angle was perfect, the counter giving him leverage.
He started slow, pulling out to the tip, then pushing back in.
His eyes didn’t leave mine, searching for any indication of pain.
Gauging my every emotion. When he was certain I was okay, his movements picked up and his mouth found mine, one hand holding the back of my head captive as he captured me in a crushing kiss that embodied everything we felt as he pumped into me.
I moaned into his mouth.
“Harder,” I begged, desperate.
“That’s my girl.” He picked up the pace, setting a relentless rhythm, hips snapping against mine. The slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen, mixing with my breathless cries and his guttural groans. “Taking me so well.”
Every thrust hit something deep inside me, some perfect spot that made my toes curl. Made pressure build low in my belly. I was already climbing again, that coil winding tight.
“Brace your hands behind you,” he instructed, changing our position. I immediately did as he commanded. Mindless. Simply desperate for more pleasure.
He unwrapped my legs, briefly slowing his pace, and threaded his arms behind my knees so they were cradled above his forearms. The position spread me wider. Allowed him a front row seat to the sight of his cock disappearing into my sex. My head fell back and I moaned.
His movements picked up. I couldn’t stop staring at him. At the look of pure fascination laced with desperation as he watched himself disappear inside me over and over. His rhythm increased again, growing more wild as his control slipped.
“Look at you,” he growled. “This beautiful cunt. Taking your mate’s cock like a good girl.”
“Axel,” I cried. I was close. Already clenching and desperate as the pressure built in my core.
“Not yet.” He slowed his thrusts to a torturous grind, making me whimper. “Need ye in the bed. Gonna knot ye proper.”
“Axel—please—“
“Bed. Now.” He stopped his motions—
I cried out, seconds from an orgasm he’d just denied me. Then he was lifting me. Keeping us connected. My legs wrapped around his waist. Every movement made my pussy clench. I tried to work my hips, tried to move up and down on him.
“Naughty girl.” He kept one arm around my waist and slapped my ass. Hard. The sting made my inner walls flutter, made me tighten. “Need to wait for yer man and behave until then.”
“Axel,” I whined.
Every step was torture in the most delicious way.
“Impatient little witch.”
“You made me that way.”
He strode into the bedroom. Our bedroom. Then froze.
His grunt was the only acknowledgment that he’d seen my redecorating efforts. He set me on the bed, following me down, caging me with his arms. His cock throbbed inside me as he kissed me. Deep and thorough, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming me from the inside out.
When he finally pulled back, we were both panting. Then he pulled free and I cried out, reaching for him as he moved back onto his heels.
“What—?”
“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Now, lass. Or I’ll put you there myself.”
My stomach clenched. Fuck. I liked this.
I scrambled to obey, presenting myself to him. The position made me feel exposed. Vulnerable. Like prey offering itself to a predator.
I loved it.
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in hard enough that I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. “Look at this pretty cunt. All swollen and ready for my knot.” His palm pressed between my shoulder blades. “Down on your elbows. Present to your mate.”
My abdomen clenched again. Because this was even more vulnerable.
I cried out when I felt the flat of his tongue lick me from my clit to my ass. “Oh, God.”
“That’s right. I am your god tonight,” he grunted out.
There was a moment of nothing and then—
He thrust inside me. One smooth, brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt.
I screamed, trying to press up, back onto my hands. From this angle, he went even deeper. Filling me. Everywhere. The pleasure-pain was so intense.
“Behave,” he ordered, keeping his hand pressed between my shoulders, holding me in place. “Want ye to feel every inch.”
He set a punishing pace, curled over me. Fucking me harder than before. Deeper. The new angle had him hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, over and over. I was babbling, incoherent pleas and his name and yes, yes, yes.
“That’s it.” His hand moved to wrap around my throat, tightening. A vulnerable position that allowed him to pull me back onto his cock with each thrust. “Take it all. Every fucking inch of me.”
“Axel—I’m—I’m going to—“
“Not yet.” He changed our position again, moving back onto his heels and pulling me up with him, straddling his thighs, my back to his front.
My ass cradled in his lap. His hand remained around my throat.
The other found my clit. Circling but not quite giving me what I needed.
The bastard. “Ye come when I say so. When I’m knotted deep inside. Understood?”
I whimpered but managed a nod.
“Good girl.” He rewarded me with a particularly hard thrust that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “My obedient little witch.”
The praise went straight to my core. I clenched around him and he groaned, his thrusts faltering for just a moment.
“Careful, lass. Or I’ll knot ye before you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” I gasped out. “Please, Axel. I need—I need—“
“Trust me to know what ye need.” His fingers finally pressed harder against my clit, circling with purpose. “Gonna give it to ye. Gonna knot ye so full you’ll feel me for weeks.”
His thrusts became shorter. More grinding than thrusting. I could feel it starting—the base of his cock beginning to swell.
“Deep breaths, sweetheart.”
The knot expanded, stretching me impossibly wider. The burn was intense, right on the edge of too much, but then it was inside and we were locked together and—
Oh God.
“Fuck—Axel—I can’t—it’s too much—“
“You’ve got it. You’ve got all of me now.
” His hand around my throat gave a reassuring squeeze.
The other abandoned my clit and came up to cup my breast, to hold me tightly against him as his hips rocked against mine without pulling his cock free.
The knot dragged against my inner walls with every tiny movement, sending shockwaves through my entire body. “How does it feel?”
“Full,” I managed, my voice breaking. “So full. Can feel you—everywhere—“
“Good. That’s how it should be.” He released my breast and found my clit again. He worked it faster, movements growing more insistent. “Now come on my knot, Rebecca. Show me you’re mine.”
I shattered with a cry, my eyes wide, staring at the rich wood ceiling.
The pleasure was immense. Deeper than anything I’d ever felt.
Starting in my core and radiating outward in waves that seemed to go on forever as I milked his cock, my whole body shaking, clenching around his knot so hard it had to hurt.
Axel roared, his own release slamming into him. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the heat of his come flooding me, filling me. Felt every hot lash as my sex throbbed in time to him. The knot kept it all locked inside, not a single drop escaping.
Then his teeth sank into my flesh.
Right where my shoulder met my throat.
There was no warning.
Just the piercing hot flash of pain as I cried out again, jerking to get free. But his hand tightened around my throat, the other coming around my waist to keep me pinned to him. To ensure his knot didn’t harm me if I pulled free.
Pain and pleasure merged, became indistinguishable.