Chapter 13
HAROLD
Selene’s mouth was so tentative, so inexperienced, and yet divine. She was eager to learn and surprisingly strong with her grip, and seeing her lips wrap around my cock was all I needed for the dam to break.
It will take me some minutes to be ready again after that, but for now, I’m going to savor Selene. I’m going to eat her up one morsel at a time, enjoying each moment. This will not be a frantic, feral fuck on the forest floor.
“Come here,” I say, holding my hands out. Selene crawls into my lap, seating herself across my thighs so my arms can wrap around her. There, I hold her tight, kissing the top of her head and squeezing her against me.
“I’m so glad I found you that night,” I murmur into her hair. “Out in the woods, I saw a ghost. Little did I know it was my future.”
Selene leans in closer, too.
“I feel like I was a ghost until I met you.”
My hand ventures down her side, over the curve of her hip. Then I head inward, and Selene spreads her thighs for me as I reach down between them. She’s already slick here, and I skate one finger through it.
“What a good omega,” I tell her, lubricating my finger so I can sweep it over her clit. “All wet for me already.”
A gasp slips from Selene’s parted lips, and I soak it up, inhaling her sweet orange blossom scent. The animal in me awakens, telling me what I already know: that I need to bury my knot in her again, spend it all inside her, and mark what’s mine.
But I’m also a man with some semblance of self-control, so I tuck that desire away for now and simply tease her, making circles and then crossing them, rubbing up and down and back and forth until Selene’s head has fallen back against my shoulder and her thighs are trembling.
Miraculously, my cock has thickened again, already anticipating how I’ll fit inside her.
Still, I wait, ducking a finger lower to test her out. Selene spread for me last night, so my finger fits inside her easier, and she moans as I sink it in.
“Yes,” she breathes. “That’s so good, Harry. But I need more.”
“There will be time for that.”
She’s soaked enough that my finger makes a wet sound as it slides in and out.
Then I join it with another, and her thighs spread wider, her muscles tensing as I rub her clit with my palm while stroking inside her.
I lean back, turning myself into a soft bed as I slowly attend to her.
Soon, Selene is shaking and whining, whispering my name between heavy breaths.
I’m fully alert now, my knot already swelling in anticipation of what she wants. What she needs.
But I told myself I’d go slow. Make it as good for her as I can. Show her I’ll always take care with her.
Removing my hand, I slide Selene off my lap, and she lets out a little squeak of surprise as she ends up in a puddle of blankets and pillows.
As much as I wanted to be gentle, I find I’m starving for her when I get between her legs and push them apart.
Without waiting, I dive in, licking her up right at the source.
This is what I craved. I bury my tongue inside her, lapping up her slick.
It tastes as good as the scent, and I sense my own seed dripping onto the bed.
When I take my tongue up to her clit, Selene writhes, her hands finding my hair.
To my great pleasure, she’s so aroused that she grinds herself against my face.
“Your beard feels amazing.” She moans as I suck hard on her clit. “But Harry, it’s not enough!”
“I know.” My mouth’s assault speeds up, intent on wringing as much pleasure out of her as I can. “You’ll have it soon.”
Then I squeeze my fingers into her. Now I’m sucking on her clit and pumping my hand in rhythm, pushing in deep and then curling my fingers to stroke along the inside of her.
Her hips snap up, her moans morphing into a cry.
She chants my name, pulling on my hair, her body trembling wildly and her toes curling as I bring her closer.
To my great satisfaction, Selene screams when she reaches her peak. She tightens around my fingers so beautifully I can barely move them, so I continue petting the wall of her channel while she squirms and clenches her thighs.
When she comes back down again, she’s panting, her bright eyes wide. I wipe my mouth with my forearm, and it comes away soaking wet.
“Harry.” Selene sits up, her breaths coming fast, and she scoots closer. There’s an intensity on her face I haven’t seen before as she pushes against my chest. I raise an eyebrow at her.
“What is it?”
Her lips screw up in a frown as she pushes against me again, like she’s trying to knock me onto my back.
Oh, that is what she’s doing. I’ve simply never seen her so forward.
So obediently, I lean back in the nest, extending my legs out in front of me, and she puffs out her chest with triumph. Now my cock is standing straight up like a lamppost, and Selene gazes down at it. She smiles at the sight.
“You’re very handsome,” she says, her gaze traveling up to mine.
I’ve never been complimented that way, so all I can think to say is, “Oh. Thank you.”
She giggles as she shuffles closer. Then, suddenly, she lifts one leg and repositions herself so she’s poised on her knees right over my groin.
Wait, is that what she’s going to do?
Selene grins as she spreads the lips of her cunt wide, and I’m pleased to find this version of her coming out to play. Perhaps she is not so meek after all.
SELENE
I need his knot right now, and I’m tired of games. Yes, Harry knows how to play my body like an expert musician, but I’m aching to be filled, and I can’t wait any longer.
His blue eyes are focused on mine, an easy smile on his face as he wraps one hand around his knot to keep his cock pointed straight up. I’ve never tried to do such a thing before, so I know I must look awkward as I lower myself down, hoping I land in the right spot.
“A little more this way,” Harry says, guiding me by the hip with his other hand. And then I feel it: the sloped head of his cock gently pressing through my opening. Just this slight stretch makes my eyes roll back in my head, and reflexively, I press down harder.
Harry groans as I take in even more of him, the weight of my body bringing him deeper.
Unlike our first time, now my channel accommodates him much more easily, without any burn at all.
I sigh with the utmost contentment as Harry fills me, all the way up to the knot.
That, I learned, takes a little more time.
When I open my eyes and look down, he’s staring up at me, awe and admiration in his eyes. How this wonderful man cares for me… I don’t know if I’ll ever understand. But I’m so glad he does, because I know for certain that I love him.
We remain like that for a moment, joined but unmoving, as Harry kisses my cheek, my jaw, my throat.
“Have I told you yet how beautiful you are?” he asks, peppering me with kisses. “Because you are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever laid eyes upon, inside and out.”
I giggle at his flattery. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”
“Only this girl. This one girl, who means everything to me.”
He cups my breast in one hand, smoothing his thumb over my nipple, and in answer, I tighten around his cock. His lips curl up in a grin as he softly thrusts upward, that knot nudging at where it wants to be.
I take his cue and lift myself up, nearly separating us, before sinking back down. My head falls back at the sheer bliss of this, of enveloping him, of being together this way.
For the first time since I was locked in that room, I truly feel free.
I rise and then fall, rise and fall, Harry’s hands cupped under my rear as he helps keep me aloft.
I loop my arms around his neck and lean forward until I’m close enough to kiss him.
His bushy beard tickles my chin as our lips collide, and the kiss is feverish as I move faster and faster.
Every time I sink down, he brushes over a tender spot inside me, until I’m shaking and clenching around him.
“Selene,” Harry whispers, leaning his forehead against mine. “Please, let me knot you.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. My legs trembling, I lift myself off him. But I know what to do next. I know what I need. It’s an instinct to do it, to present myself to him, but I want him to know that I’m his.
Draping myself over the edge of the nest, I lift myself up onto my knees, so my ass is in the air in front of Harry. He inhales sharply, breath gusting over my back.
“What a good omega,” he says. “Showing yourself to me.” He grabs each cheek in his hands, squeezing them as he sets my legs apart with one knee. Then I feel him position himself, and again, he glides in.
I let out a cry, spread apart in a new way at this angle. I feel him even more, every inch, but it’s still not enough as he sinks in deep on his first thrust.
But Harry isn’t in a rush as he pulls back, then sinks in again. This time, his knot butts up against my entrance, which is still too tight.
“Wait.” Harry pauses, then leans down over me until he’s very close. “Breathe in deep.”
Perplexed but obedient, I inhale the air, and with it comes his incredibly masculine scent. It’s thick and musky, and it fills up my head like bubbles. Again, I breathe him in, and in response, my muscles relax. Harry grunts in approval and reels his hips back, then slowly wades back into me.
This time, I’m softer, and his knot starts to squeeze through. I moan in appreciation because this is what I needed. This is what I’ve been craving my whole life.
Another pump of his hips, and even more of it pushes in, and now I’m becoming untethered from the earth, my pleasure so sharp and brilliant that I wonder if it won’t cut me open. Harry tries again, and again more of him slides through, until quite suddenly—he’s there.
All of him.
I fall forward and cry out, completely stuffed to the brim.
“Yes, there we are,” Harry murmurs, drawing his hips back so he can push his knot in once more, and I spread easily for it. “You’re so perfect, Selene.”
I don’t even have the words to answer as I climb higher and higher, unable to form a single coherent thought.
I’m squeezing down, my finish roaring toward me, and then Harry lets out a low growl I’ve never heard before.
He slams in one more time, burying that knot in me, and I clamp down hard around it.
I scream at the same time he moans my name.
Now boneless, I collapse completely against the edge of the nest, ruining it. But I couldn’t care less as Harry lowers himself, too, his knot still stuck inside me. We rest like that for some time as he draws his fingers lovingly down my back.
“Thank you,” Harry murmurs as he leans down to kiss my neck.
I let out a breathless giggle. “I’m the one who ought to be thanking you. You are… everything I needed.”
When his knot has come down enough that he can slip out of me, Harry wraps me up in his arms and covers us with the sheepskin blanket.
And now, I know that I’m right where I belong.