Chapter 35 #2
No one has ever put my pleasure before their own. No one has ever paused to check whether I was comfortable, whether I wanted something, or whether I felt good. The care wrapped up in that simple offer nearly unravels me from the inside out.
“Keep going,” I manage, my body wound tight and trembling. “I want it.”
He begins moving again, his shallow thrusts somehow hitting deeper with his fingers stretching me open. His thumb circles my clit, and electricity streaks up my spine.
“One more,” he tells me, sliding a third finger in with the others.
The stretch burns almost to the point of pain, but his attention to my clit muddles the sensations, blurring the lines between discomfort and pleasure. My body clenches around the invasion, walls fluttering with the strain.
“There you go,” Jared praises. “Making room for me.”
His fingers work in time with his cock, stretching me wider with each careful thrust. Sweat beads on his forehead, his restraint evident in the trembling of his arms and the tension in his jaw.
“Why are you doing this?” I gasp, needing to understand.
“Because I want all of you, Emily.” His eyes meet mine. “And I want you to have all of me.”
The simple answer breaks me open. No one has ever wanted that. No one has ever seen past what I could provide to what I might need.
Despite the burn of the stretch, pleasure builds at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each thrust. Jared’s movements grow less controlled, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck.
His fingers curl inside me, finding a spot that draws a keening moan from me. Combined with the pressure of his cock and the relentless circle of his thumb on my clit, the sensation rockets me toward the edge.
“Jared.” My thoughts splinter under the intensity. “I’m going to come.”
He nips at my earlobe, his satisfied rumble traveling through my bones. “That’s what I want.”
Jared withdraws his fingers in one smooth motion, and I gasp at the sudden emptiness.
My body clenches around his cock, seeking to fill the void.
He presses his forehead to mine, his breath coming in short pants as he holds himself still inside me.
Then the base of his shaft begins to swell, pushing against my entrance with insistent pressure.
“Relax,” he whispers, his hand stroking down my side to grip my hip. “Let me in.”
I try to obey, focusing on the pleasure rather than the stretch as his knot grows larger. The pressure increases, my body resisting the intrusion even as it craves the connection. Jared rocks his hips in subtle movements, working himself deeper with each gentle push.
When the widest part of his knot breaches me, pain flares bright before dissolving into a fullness that steals my breath. My body yields all at once, accepting his knot locking inside me. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, both physical and primal.
“Oh god,” I breathe, my fingers digging into his back. “You’re so deep.”
Jared groans. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”
He shifts his weight, grinding his pubic bone over my clit. The movement tugs at where we’re locked together, sending jolts of sensation through my core. His knot rubs spots inside me I never knew existed, filling all the emptiness his fingers left behind.
My inner walls flutter around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion.
Each subtle movement sets off new waves of pleasure, building upon what came before.
Sweat slicks our skin where we connect, the scent of crushed clover and warm flannel mingling with salt air and driftwood in an intoxicating blend.
“Come on, gorgeous,” Jared urges as he circles his hips. “Lock me in.”
The request hits a primal instinct buried deep in me. My Alpha biology responds to his words, internal muscles beginning to tighten around his knot. The sensation startles me, a pulling from deep inside as my body attempts to hold him, to breed him in a reversal of what nature intended.
Jared notices the change, his pupils dilating further. “That’s it. Feel it building?”
I can only nod, words beyond me as pressure builds at my entrance.
The muscles there begin to swell, creating a secondary lock around his knot.
The dual sensation of his knot expanding inside me while my entrance tightens around him creates a feedback loop of pleasure that spirals higher with each heartbeat.
“Going to come,” he warns, his rhythm faltering. “Can’t hold back anymore.”
The first pulse of his release triggers an instinct rooted in my Alpha biology.
My entrance swells fully, locking around his knot with a vice-like grip.
The sensation of being filled, stretched, and connected overwhelms my senses.
As his seed floods my channel, my climax crashes through me like a wave.
I scream into his shoulder, unable to contain the sound as my body convulses around him. My inner muscles begin to pump, milking his cock with each contraction. The pleasure borders on pain, too intense to process as my body does what it was designed to do, taking everything he has to give.
“Fuck,” Jared groans, his body shuddering over mine. “You’re holding me so tight. Your body’s trying to breed my cock.”
The crude words should shock me, but they only heighten my pleasure. Without conscious thought, my teeth find his shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave marks but not break through. Salt-slick skin meets my tongue as another wave of orgasm rolls through me.
Jared doesn’t flinch from the bite. Instead, he bucks into me, driving his knot deeper as another pulse of his release fills me. “That’s right, my Alpha. Mark me all you want.”
My Alpha. The words echo through my pleasure-hazed mind, settling into place like the final piece of a puzzle. This is what I’ve been missing. Not someone to submit to me or for me to protect, but an equal.
Someone who matches my strength with his own.
The realization breaks through the last of my defenses, and the bond between us, which has been building since that first day I saw him in the pawn shop, hums with new awareness.
It isn’t the pheromone-driven desire forming between most compatible pairs, but a true bond I recognized far too late.
Jared nuzzles into my neck, breath hot against my damp skin, his lips brushing my pulse point. “Do you feel it now?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my fingers threading through his sweat-dampened hair. “I feel it.”
He lifts his head, wonder written across his features. “I didn’t need to smell your pheromones to know we belong together. I’ve known since the moment I first saw you.”
My throat tightens with emotion I’ve spent years suppressing. “I think I knew, too. But I was too afraid to accept it.”
“Not afraid now?” His hand cups my cheek, thumb tracing my lower lip.
I turn to kiss his palm, tasting the salt of his skin. “Still terrified. But accepting it anyway.”
His smile breaks across his lips, warming me from the inside out. “That’s what makes you an Alpha worth following.”
The words settle inside me, filling a hollow space that Auren’s rejection had carved out.
Jared and I remain tangled together, neither willing to break contact as our heartbeats synchronize.
For the first time since my pack fell apart, I’m whole. Not because Jared completes me, but because he sees me completely and stays, anyway.