Chapter 12 Ashlyn
ASHLYN
Fates, I’m on fire…
Grey just ripped me in half.
He… he put that monster between his legs inside me… and… Oh, my Oracle…
My back bows off the bed, my body fighting the intense intrusion of an Alpha’s cock.
I’m pretty sure I screamed.
And now I’m crying.
But he isn’t moving. He’s holding me close, his purr grounding me in a way that’s at odds with the agony splintering up from my core.
I thought I could take him. Told him to unleash his beast. But I… I didn’t expect it to… to…
His lips caress mine, the touch momentarily distracting me from the pain. When his tongue enters my mouth, I let him lead and simply fall into his kiss while he continues to purr.
It’s then that I realize his palms are roaming gently up and down my sides, providing me another kind of comfort. A tender one. It’s so at odds with his size, so at odds with the sensations echoing below.
But I suddenly feel cherished.
Respected.
Adored.
I feel like I’m his.
It’s an amazing moment of clarity, a realization that grounds me in the moment and makes me forget everything else. All that matters is this. His touch. His mouth. His knot…
Fates, this male is destroying all my expectations. Rewriting every fantasy. Introducing me to a new existence. A craving I never thought was even possible.
All I want is more.
All I desire is him.
All I need is for him to “Move.”
He chuckles and I realize I’ve voiced that last word out loud. As a command.
Before I can say anything else, he pulls his hips away from mine and slams into me again. “Like that, Omega?” he asks.
I try to respond, I do, but I’m too busy gasping for air. Because wow. That’s so much better than a toy.
When he does it again, I see the stars he mentioned.
And then I lose track of reality.
Because he’s kissing me. Touching me. Fucking me.
It’s amazing. It’s terrifying. It’s exhilarating.
I’m pretty sure he’s going to break me and I don’t think I care. I just hold onto his shoulders as he destroys me with his thrusts.
So harsh.
So intense.
So dominant.
I feel owned. Claimed. Utterly consumed.
Yet safe at the same time.
Because I know he won’t truly hurt me. Maybe a little with his teeth or his incredible strength, but it’ll never be intentional.
He’s my mate.
Well, not quite.
Still just fated.
But oh my oracle, I can’t breathe…
Every part of me is overheated from his movements, and I’ve lost myself to his kiss. His tongue. His taste.
Or my taste, I guess.
Arousal.
So much fire.
Fates…
I wrap my legs around him and squeeze, holding on as he drills me into the mattress. His beast stares down at me now, his animal having taken full control, and all I can do is hold on.
My wolf snarls inside, the sound ferocious in nature, yet it’s a response to the Alpha looking at us through Grey’s gaze.
She wants to mate.
She’s daring him to claim.
And the way he’s looking at us says he fully accepts that challenge.
I’ve never seen this moment, never experienced the euphoria of a mating bite. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think this would ever happen.
From the kissing to the orgasms to the knotting… I never foresaw any of it. And I’m glad for that. Glad that I get to experience for the first time—with Grey.
He palms my cheek, his forehead falling to mine as he slows his pace. “Fuck, Ashlyn,” he breathes. “I can feel my knot getting ready to explode and it’s… it’s fucking intense.”
I thread my fingers through his thick hair, loving the soft texture. “I can’t wait to feel your knot, Alpha.”
“I can’t wait to feel it either, Omega,” he whispers, and there’s something raw in his voice. Something left unsaid.
I wonder what it is.
But in the next moment, he’s rutting into me and his beast is back in his gaze, staring down at me with a hunger that touches my very soul.
I try to move my head to the side, to expose my neck for him, but his palm my cheek holds me steady. He’s staring down at me like he intends to possess me. And he’s forcing me to witness his need. His intending claim. His devotion.
This is all so unexpected in the best way.
I never thought Grey would want this—want us.
Because I’ve relied solely on my visions, I think dizzily. They’re nothing compared to this reality.
A reality where Grey is kissing me again. His palms are on my hips now, holding me in place as he ruts into me.
Then his hand sneaks between us, something I don’t understand until his thumb strokes my clit.
I squeeze my legs and other parts around him, the sensation too much. Yet it’s not enough at the same time. I’m overwhelmed. I’m panting. I’m screaming as he does it again and again.
“Grey!”
“You’re going to come around my cock,” he growls, his lips at my ear now. “Only then will I give you my knot, Omega.”
Every part of me positively burns.
I think I forget how to breathe. How to think. How to exist.
Because I’m suddenly soaring. Lost in the stars. Blinking into the darkness. Quivering and shaking from the onslaught of passion.
It’s a euphoric episode like no other.
More incredible than anything—
A shriek escapes me as the sensation doubles from an unexpected pressure in my lower abdomen.
Wait, no… not unexpected.
Grey’s knot.
He’s coming.
He’s roaring.
He’s vibrating.
I shake beneath him, lost to our joining. Consumed by our pleasure. Overcome by—
A sharp pain echoes from my neck, Grey’s teeth sinking into my skin and claiming me as his.
Just like he said he would.
Only it’s far more vicious than I ever could have visualized. Because his beast is the one leaving his mark. I’m not sure if Grey partially shifted his jaw or if his human teeth are just that sharp, but his bite is impactful. It stings.
But then… then it feels good. Warm. Right.
His tongue swipes at the wound, his eyes holding mine as our bodies continue to convulse in the throes of ecstasy.
Then it renews again as the bond snaps into place.
Z-Clan Alphas claim with a single bite.
It’s different from V-Clan wolves that require reciprocation.
I don’t have to do anything at all, just exist and find my fated mate.
Which I’ve done.
And now he’s finished it, our spirits combing in a plane of existence that neither of us will ever truly touch or see.
But we can feel it. Sense our heartbeats joining as one. Revel in the eternal dance between our souls.
His lips find mine, kissing the life out of me as our bodies writhe in passion, the pleasure unending. It’s almost to the point of discomfort, yet not.
Because all I desire is more.
More caresses.
More tongue.
More knotting.
Which is insane as his knot is still inside me, clinging to my inner wall and forcing me to join him in this matrimonious moment.
I’m not in heat yet, but I can sense it coming now, like this beast has awakened my estrus.
Maybe he has.
I’m not sure I care.
I simply never want this moment to end.
“I’m okay with your plan to pleasure me in the nest,” I tell Grey.
He smiles against my lips. “Then you’re already learning.” He kisses me softly. “You’re incredible, Ashlyn. And this…” He moves his hips against mine. “I think I’ll just… live here. For eternity.”
I laugh.
Then I overhear an inkling of why from his mind.
It’s… it’s a strand of knowledge that warms the bond forming between us mentally.
A strand of knowledge that has my eyes widening. “You’ve never knotted anyone before?”
His icy eyes stare down at me as he responds, “No, Ashlyn. I waited for my mate. For you.”
I blink up at him, astounded. And also… also touched.
My vision blurs. “Wow,” I breathe, unsure of what else to say or how to express what I’m feeling.
I waited for him because I knew of his existence and being with anyone else felt wrong.
But for him to also wait for me?
I shiver. “I can’t believe you haven’t knotted an Omega before.”
“I’ve also never kissed anyone before,” he says, his nose touching mine. “Only you. And only ever you, too.”
My lips part. “I never would have guessed that,” I admit, thinking about how well he dominated my mouth.
Granted, I don’t have any experience to compare it to.
But I’m rather certain his skill is superior.
He chuckles and kisses me again, his mind sharing all sorts of curious revelations. I can’t hear him clearly, just pick up on ribbons of thought.
Strange. I expected to be able to hear him clearly. To talk to him.
Maybe that part of the connection comes later for Z-Clan wolves? I’m not quite sure. But as his knot begins to subside, I’m suddenly more consumed by the notion of us doing this all over again.
It seems Grey is on the same page because he deepens our kiss and his cock is still hard. When his hands start to roam over me, I know we’re going to play again.
And I practically melt into him.
Because yes, these are the memories I crave. The memories I need.
We may have rewritten the future.
And everything might change from horrific to something unfathomably worse.
But at least I’ll know it was worth it.
Because now I’ll go to my grave knowing that I truly lived.
That I experienced a mate-bond.
That for a moment in time, I had an Alpha that cared for me properly.
Thank you, Alpha, I mentally whisper to him, aware that he can’t hear me, but needing to say it anyway. Thank you.