Chapter 16 #4
Another marking band runs across his lower abdomen. This one is strange, almost violet in color. It passes through his groin, coloring his enormous cock and balls, then splits apart and ends about halfway down his thighs in two thin, pointed lines.
But my eyes keep returning to what's between his legs. Can you blame me?
Well, if I thought this wasn't going to be a challenge, I was very wrong.
Feeling a little flustered by all of this, I force myself to tear my eyes away from his crotch and shift my gaze to a safer area.
Massive slabs of muscle, broad shoulders, deeply defined abs, narrow hips, not an ounce of fat anywhere on his body, only muscle and those bizarre purple markings…
All I can say is that his body is truly flawless, whether I ignore those inhuman traits or include them.
I've always been attracted to really massive guys, gym rats, athletes, bodybuilders. And he looks like the embodiment of pure muscle.
I can see that Fenn is simply standing there, looking at me.
He doesn't take a single step toward me, and to be fair, he shouldn't.
This is my choice to make, my moment to decide what happens next between us.
But I don't need much time to think about it. I already know what I want. I step into the water.
Ten steps carry me across the shallow pool, the water rising to my waist. When I reach him, I simply lift my arms, wrap them around his neck, and pull him closer, into a kiss.
Fenn immediately draws me against him. I can feel the joy coursing through his entire body, his tension melting away now that he knows I didn't reject him, that I looked at him like this and still want him.
The kiss is desperate at first, but full of relief. As we break for air, I can feel Fenn trembling slightly in my arms, his massive chest heaving against mine.
"I've never made love before, Marlow. Nobody wants that with a monster… we're only good for a fuck."
He looks at me with an intensity bordering on reverence, as if I’m something fragile and precious.
"What I want with you is different; I want more than a fuck… it's very important to me to do everything right."
"Then let's make it right and perfect," I say firmly.
"You're sure?" he whispers in a low voice, and sends a rumbling vibration that echoes in my own chest. "You… you also want this?"
Answering with words just doesn't sit right, so I just pull him back in, returning to our kisses, even intensifying them, my tongue sliding against his, my hand running down the hard ridge of his spine.
Only then does he carry me toward the shore.
When we hit the grass, it's cool but soft.
Drax doesn't just push me down; he lowers me with an agonizingly slow care, cushioning my head with his hand as he lays me back against the blades.
He towers over me, a true mountain of muscle and purple markings, but the look in his eyes has no tones of aggressive dominance.
Actually, I can sense slight nerves from him. His eyes wander slowly over my face as if in marvel.
"Do you know how beautiful you are to me?"
I stay silent, just looking at him with a subtle flirtatious look because even though I have heard those compliments so many times before, coming from him it means so much more.
Then he leans in and begins to kiss my jaw, my cheeks, and my forehead in a languorous, incredibly slow journey…
The kisses are light, like touches of butterfly wings.
Each one is slightly hesitant yet still full of hunger.
As his hands wander, tracing the lines of my ribs and hips, nudging at my nipples, fleetingly pinching them…
I feel a river of heat meandering into my lower abdomen, and my dick hardens enthusiastically.
Then, he moves lower.
He opens his mouth and slides his lips along my neck. I can feel the nip of his teeth, thin and sharp against my gland, and it makes my breath hitch, my fingers dig into the grass.
Fenn makes a long line of kisses over my collarbones, my chest, my nipples, and over my abs, though carefully avoiding my impatient dick, before he ends up between my thighs.
I can see his face as he glances at me for a fleeting moment, and it's just in his eyes… the upcoming challenge. He’s well aware that what he's packing is more than most could handle. The way he touches me suggests he's afraid of hurting me.
He starts with his tongue, moving in teasing circles around my entrance, coaxing my muscles to relax. An alpha's saliva can do that for omegas, but can it do the same for another alpha?
He spends an eternity preparing me, using his fingers, sliding one in with caution, while watching my face for any sign of discomfort.
When he adds a second, his fingers start massaging me in a rhythmic, steady pulse, pressing on my prostate.
It feels so good that I find myself arching my back, lifting my ass from the grass, a low moan rising in my throat.
It's not that I am perfectly physically ready; it's more that I'm mentally ready, and it does the job.
The intimacy of this moment, his full focus on me, on my pleasure, ensuring I'm ready, creates a sense of anticipation and a strange excitement, and even if I know the penetration itself may be challenging, I still want it.
When he finally shifts, positioning himself over me on his elbows, he pauses. He looks deep into my eyes, his gaze searching, and so very raw.
"Look at me," he whispers. "I want to know that you want this, really want."
"I do, Fenn."
"One more thing, I don't get sick, because of my quick regeneration ability. So you won't get anything from me and I can't get anything from you."
"That works for me."
I lock my eyes onto his; I feel the slight tensing of his back muscles, as he begins to push inside.
Oh, fuck, so huge.
It's a slow, grueling stretch. I catch my breath, my eyes widening, rolling back, but luckily he doesn't rush. He stops every inch, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, whispering praise into my ear, how wonderful I am, how tight I am, how perfectly I'm taking him, and even what a pretty kitten I am.
He takes it in stages, first one inch, then a pause, then another, then a third, each one separated by a moment of waiting, until he’s in with half of his dick.
The feeling of fullness is overwhelming. He fills me so tightly, stretching me to my absolute limit, but it doesn't feel like pain. It feels like… being claimed.
Now the slow, rhythmic dance of his hips begins. Every thrust is still shallow and very gentle, a tentative exploration of how we fit together.
I reach up, wrapping my arms around his massive shoulders, pulling him down so our chests are pressed together.
I turn my head slightly and leave a few soft kisses on his cheeks.
I can feel his heart hammering against my ribs, his breath warm on my face.
It's like a conversation, not sex. Every slide of his skin against mine tries to assure me that he values me, that he sees me, and that he's terrified and thrilled all at once.
"I've never…" he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion. "No one has ever been like this… with me."
My heart aches for him. I pull his head down and kiss him deeply, pouring every ounce of affection I feel into the contact. "You deserve this, Fenn. You deserve everything good."
My words seemingly fuel him as the gentleness begins to fray, replaced by primal passion.
The pace quickens. The slow, careful slides turn into deep, demanding lunges.
He goes even deeper now, his massive tool drilling so deep I'm pretty sure he rearranges my guts.
I find my body goes taut like a bow beneath him, a low moan escaping my throat, because it's just so intense and wild.
I'm being stuffed full, becoming a mess beneath him, my skin sweaty, and despite the fact that we're both alphas, my whole body is reacting to him in a new way, producing copious amounts of slick. I’ve already created a pool under my ass, my entrance leaking a hot, needy moisture that coats his dick every time he slides back in.
He doesn't rush toward the climax. He spends a long time just driving into me, savoring the joining. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer mass of his body hovering over mine.
We don't talk. We simply can't tear our eyes away from each other, not even for a few seconds.
There’s this raw, incredible vulnerability in his gaze that kills me, this look of "I can't believe this is happening.". I reach up, my fingers grazing the purple markings on his arms, gliding over his glands, and he lets out a shaky breath.
Then he finally goes for a full bottoming, but he does it agonizingly slowly.
The ring of my muscle is stretched to its absolute limit as he slides deeper and deeper.
I gasp and pant, my eyes rolling in my eye sockets, my fingers digging into his shoulders, as I feel him carving a path into me.
He stops, waiting for me to adjust, his gaze searching mine for any sign of pain.
I shake my head, pulling him closer, silently telling him to keep going.
He pushes again, sliding deeper into my wet heat.
I can feel the slightly ridged texture of his violet dick, the way he fills every single gap, stretching me until I feel like I might break, but somehow I don’t.
He's just being sucked into a tightness. I’ve always been narrow there, and now it makes the rubbing super intense; I can tell the sensation is just as powerful for him.
He groans deep in his throat, a sound of pure relief and pleasure as he finally bottoms out, burying himself completely inside me.
We stay like that for a moment, just breathing, merged together. Our eyes intensely lock.
"I need you to be mine," he mutters almost half-consciously. I'm not sure if he even meant to say this. It sounds like a thought flowing out on a breath.
He presses his forehead to mine and whispers, "Oh, Marlow, Marlow… Marlow…"