Chapter 6 #17
His hands grip my waist—so big they nearly span my entire midsection. His thumbs meet at my navel while his fingers wrap around to my spine. I’m reminded, as I am every time he touches me, of how truly massive he is. How completely he dwarfs me.
How much I want it.
“This time is different,” he says, his voice rough with sleep and sudden arousal. “You’re choosing this.”
“I’m choosing you.” I lean down to kiss him, and I have to stretch to reach his mouth—even with him lying flat and me on top, the size difference is absurd.
He meets me halfway, his tongue claiming my mouth with the same possessive intensity he claims everything else. “Now stop talking and fuck me, Alpha.”
The word sends a shudder through his entire body. I feel his cock throb against me—fully hard now, and god, it’s enormous. Thick as my forearm, long enough that I know from experience it will rearrange my insides, ridged with those mineral spirals that drive me insane.
“As my omega commands.”
He flips us in one smooth motion, and suddenly I’m on my back with eight feet of Fae alpha looming over me.
The size difference has never felt more pronounced—my entire body disappears beneath his shadow, my head barely reaching his chest, my hips swallowed by his massive frame.
His shoulders are so broad they block out the moonlight. His thighs cage mine like tree trunks.
I’ve never felt smaller.
I’ve never felt safer.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is a growl against my throat as he pins my wrists above my head.
One hand. Both my wrists in one hand, with room to spare.
His grip isn’t even tight—he’s holding me like I’m something precious, something fragile, even though we both know I’m neither. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.” The words come out breathless, desperate.
The heat is building in my blood, making everything sharper, more intense.
I can smell him—mountain stone and deep earth and Alpha—and it’s making my pussy clench around nothing.
“I want you to fill me up and knot me and breed me until I can’t think about anything else. ”
“Fuck.” His hips jerk against mine, and I feel his cock slide through my folds. Even that glancing contact makes me gasp—I’m so wet, so ready, slick already coating my thighs. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Show me.”
He releases my wrists and moves down my body, and I’m struck again by how much of him there is.
His mouth travels from my throat to my collarbone to my breasts, and he’s barely past my shoulders.
His hands span my ribcage, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts while his fingers wrap around to my back.
When he reaches my nipples, he takes one between his teeth—not biting, just holding—while his fingers find the other. The dual sensation makes me arch off the bed, but his weight keeps me pinned. I can’t move. Can’t do anything except feel.
“So sensitive.” He switches sides, giving the other nipple the same treatment. His tongue is hot and rough, designed for something ancient and primal, and it sends sparks shooting straight to my clit. “Your body knows what it needs. Knows who it belongs to.”
“Yours.” The word escapes before I can stop it. “I’m yours, Alpha. I chose to be yours.”
The sound he makes is somewhere between a groan and a roar. He continues down my body, and I watch his massive form move between my spread thighs. My legs barely wrap around his ribs—he’s so broad I have to strain to hook my ankles behind his back.
He spreads my thighs wider, his hands curling around my hips, and buries his face between my legs.
His tongue is everywhere.
Licking, sucking, fucking into me with a focus that leaves no room for thought.
He’s not gentle—he devours me, his mouth covering my entire pussy, his tongue spearing inside me while his nose grinds against my clit.
I feel his fingers join in, two of them pressing inside me, stretching me in preparation for something much bigger.
“You’re so wet.” He pulls back just long enough to speak, his lips glistening with my slick. His chin is dripping with it. “So ready for me. Have you been thinking about this?”
“Yes.” I fist my hands in his hair—it’s thick and dark, long enough to grip—and try to pull him back. “Every day. Every night. Please, Karax—”
“Please what?”
“Please make me come.”
He adds a third finger and curls them against that spot that makes me see stars. His mouth finds my clit, sucking and licking in rhythm with his thrusting fingers, and I shatter—my whole body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his hand, his name torn from my throat in a scream.
He doesn’t stop.
He works me through the first orgasm and into a second, his fingers relentless, his tongue merciless. Three fingers become four, stretching me wider than I thought possible, preparing me for the cock I can feel pressing against the inside of my thigh.
By the time he finally pulls back, I’m shaking and sobbing and so empty I could die from it.
“Now,” I beg. “Please, I need you inside me now—”
“Not yet.” He crawls back up my body, and I feel every inch of him sliding against me—the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the massive length of his cock dragging across my stomach.
He’s so big that when he’s fully covering me, I can’t see anything except bronze skin.
“I want to watch you take me. I want to see exactly how much your little human pussy stretches around my cock.”
He flips us again, sitting up against the headboard with me straddling his lap. From this angle, I can see everything—his enormous shaft rising between us, thick and ridged and glistening with his own arousal. The head alone is the size of my fist.
“Oh god.” I wrap my hand around him and can’t make my fingers meet. “Karax, I don’t know if—”
“You can.” He guides my hips up, positioning me over his cock. “You’ve taken me before. Your body was made for this. Made for me.”
I lower myself onto him.
The stretch is overwhelming.
The head alone feels like too much—a blunt pressure that makes my body protest even as it opens for him. I’m so wet that he slides in despite my tightness, inch by impossible inch, his ridges catching on my inner walls and dragging against spots that make me see colors.
“Breathe.” His voice is strained, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. His hands grip my hips, supporting my weight, helping me control the pace. “Let your body adjust.”
“I don’t want to adjust.” I roll my hips, taking him deeper, and we both moan. I can feel him in places no one should be able to feel—stretching me, filling me, reshaping my insides around his cock. “I want all of you.”
“You’ll have it.” He thrusts up, and I scream as another two inches sink inside me. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I look down between us and my brain short-circuits.
I can see him. Not just his cock disappearing into my body, but the bulge of it in my stomach—a visible distortion in my abdomen that moves as he thrusts. He’s so deep, so big, that I can actually see where he is inside me.
“Oh my god.” I press my hand to the bulge and feel him pulse against my palm. “Karax, I can see—”
“I know.” His voice is wrecked, his eyes fixed on my stomach. “Fuck, I know. You’re so small, so fucking tight, and I can see my cock filling you up—”
He snaps.
His hands tighten on my hips and he starts to move—not gentle, not careful, but hard, brutal thrusts that bounce me on his cock like I weigh nothing.
Because to him, I do. He’s eight feet of Fae muscle, and I’m five foot ten of human woman, and the size difference means he can use me however he wants.
And I want it.
“Yes.” I claw at his chest, leaving marks that will heal within hours. “Harder. Please, Alpha, harder—”
He lifts me almost entirely off his cock and slams me back down, and the force of it drives the air from my lungs. I feel his ridges drag against every sensitive spot I have, feel his head press against my cervix, feel my whole body stretch to accommodate something it was never designed to take.
“You’re so tight.” His voice is barely recognizable. “So perfect. Made for my cock. Made to take me. Made to be filled.”
“Made for you.” I’m babbling now, words spilling out without thought. “Yours, Alpha. Your omega. Your—”
“Mine.” He punctuates the word with a thrust that hits something so deep I scream. “Say it again.”
“Yours!”
“Again.”
“YOURS!”
The orgasm crashes through me like an avalanche, so intense my vision goes white. I feel my pussy clamp down on his cock, feel my whole body seize with pleasure, feel the bond between us blazing like a star.
And then I feel him swell.
His knot.
It starts as a pressure at the base of his cock—a swelling that catches on my entrance with each thrust. But with every movement, it grows, expanding until it’s too big to pull out.
“Karax—” I gasp as the knot locks inside me, stretching my entrance to the point of pain. “It’s so big—”
“I know.” He’s shaking, his whole body trembling as his release floods into me. I can feel it—hot and thick, spurting against my cervix in pulses that seem to go on forever. “I know, I can feel you—you’re squeezing me so tight—”
The knot presses against every sensitive spot inside me, triggering another orgasm before the first one has even finished. I’m coming and coming and coming, endless waves of pleasure that leave me sobbing and clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing in the universe.
“That’s it.” His voice is reverent, awed. “Take all of it. Take everything I’m giving you.”
“Can’t—I can’t stop—”
“Then don’t.” He rolls us so I’m on top, his knot still locked inside me, and the change in position makes me cry out. “Ride it out. Let your body have what it needs.”