Chapter Twenty-Three
Sylvia
The alpha had never been pushy with me, never attempted to tell me what to do or even try to push for more than a sweet hug or kiss.
But his scent wrapped around me all the time, and after spending the day with all of them, the heat throbbed within me.
I’d heard whispers of what it would be like, but no words could truly describe it or how it felt when my alphas were holding me.
At first, with Dax, I’d felt guilty that I was using him to ease the burn, but he’d assured me that nothing could be further from the truth. They were my mates, and making love to me was a natural outcome of being fated.
I knew that much, of course, but I’d imagined something different. That I’d give myself to them with innocence and grace instead of like a wild wolf.
Archer walked me up to my nest and paused to kiss me at the door, about to turn away when I grabbed his arm and dragged him in with me, aching with desire and need.
“Omega, are you sure? You aren’t sore from…from…”
I shook my head vigorously and tugged at my clothing.
Sometimes it was such a bother not to be able to speak, but right now, words were not what I needed.
I needed this male to hold me, kiss me, touch me, and even if I could speak, I was sure I’d be too embarrassed to say those things.
I was just the other side of virginity, and Archer had such presence.
He didn’t seem to need me to say anything else, though, and he spoke for both of us.
Undressing me tenderly one piece of clothing at a time before doing the same to himself and guiding me to the bed.
Laying me down. I was needy, yearning, and reached out grabby hands from where he’d left me, but not for long because he was next to me, his long, curved cock brushing the skin of my thigh.
I rolled toward him, accepting his kisses, his hand between my legs, stroking my swollen, slick folds, driving me into near blind desire, craving more and more of him, wanting him inside me.
Archer wasn’t to be rushed, however, his well-known patience and care in evidence despite the fact that I knew he wanted me as much as I did him.
With each touch, each stroke, each caress, he took me from what I’d have called as much desire as a person could imagine to the reality of being in bed with my mate’s naked body against mine.
Nothing anyone said about mating could have prepared me.
Was it better than Dax?
No, because it could not be compared.
They were different and perfect in their own way.
He whispered the sweetest things to me, telling me how beautiful I was, how glad he was to be with me, how he’d help me feel better—something that shouldn’t be nearly as romantic as it was. I think a person would have to be in heat with one of the three hottest males in the world to understand.
Which I was.
By the time he urged my legs wider apart and lay between them, I was almost out of my mind with the heat and the craving I’d had for these males before heat even came into the picture.
His blunt head pressed into my channel, stretching it as he went. Slowly, so slowly. Each fraction of an inch he entered found nerves that fired off in response. Like lightning inside me but in a good way. It made no sense to me either. It only was.
When he paused halfway, I soundlessly screamed, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him toward me.
If he didn’t keep moving, I was going to die.
But I couldn’t say so. Dammit. No whiteboard here, and I barely knew my own name, much less how to sign, I need you to fuck me harder and faster.
I thought it as loudly as I could and maybe he picked up a little because so did his speed and with one fast drive, he thrust balls deep, and it was way, way inside me.
“Are you okay, omega?” he asked, holding still until either he heard me on some level or my expression and legs wrapped tightly around his hips told the story for me.
When my alpha, the alpha, finally began to fuck me in earnest, I came.
Then I came again and was cresting for a third time when he drove deep and stopped, cum pumping into the very depths of me.
His swelling knot kept it from dripping out while he bent and sank his teeth into my shoulder, the pain sending me into another orgasm and from there into blackness.
When I came to myself again, he was holding me close, his cock no longer within me, and the heat had abated.
For now.