Chapter Six #2
She should have bristled at that. Should have reminded him she didn't belong to anyone. But his fingers were circling her clit, spreading the wetness around, and she couldn't think about anything except how good it felt.
"More," she gasped, her hips rolling against his hand. "I need more."
"I know what you need." He slid one finger inside her, and she gasped at the intrusion. "But I'm going to make sure you're ready first. I'm bigger than you've ever had, omega. I need to open you up."
A second finger joined the first, stretching her, and she moaned. It was good. So good. But not enough. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, trying to pull them deeper.
"Greedy little omega." He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them to hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. "Your cunt is sucking at my fingers. Trying to pull them in. Is this what you've been dreaming about? Being filled up?"
"Yes." She was beyond shame now. "Yes, I need to be filled. Please, Anatole, I need your cock."
He growled, low and possessive, and added a third finger. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, her body opening for him, making room.
"You're so tight." His voice was strained. "So wet and tight and perfect. You're going to feel incredible around my cock."
She grabbed at his shirt, yanking. "Off. I need to feel you."
He withdrew his fingers, and she whimpered at the loss. But then he was stripping off his shirt, and she forgot to breathe.
He was massive. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a chest covered in dark hair that trailed down his stomach to disappear into his breeches. The scar across his chest was brutal and old, a reminder of the curse's origin. But it didn't make him less beautiful. Nothing could make him less beautiful.
He stood to shove his breeches down, and her breath caught.
His cock was huge. Long and thick and flushed dark with blood, the head already leaking. At the base, she could see the slight swelling where his knot would form. He was bigger than she'd imagined, bigger than anything she'd ever seen, and a thrill of fear mixed with her desperate need.
"I..." She swallowed hard. "I don't know if I can..."
"You can." He crawled back over her, caging her beneath his body. "You were made for me, omega. Your body will take me. All of me." He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. "Trust me."
She reached up and cupped his face in her hands. His curse mark was rough against her palm. His golden eyes were wild, desperate, but underneath the hunger, she could see him. The man, not just the wolf. The man who was shaking with the effort of holding back.
"I trust you," she said. "I want this. I want you."
He pushed inside her.
The stretch was overwhelming. He was so big, filling her completely, pushing into places nothing had ever reached. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body struggling to accommodate him.
"That's it." His voice was ragged. "Take it. Take all of me." He pushed deeper, inch by impossible inch, until finally his hips were flush against hers and he was buried to the hilt. "Good omega. You took all of me."
She couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. She was so full, impossibly full, stretched around him in ways she hadn't known were possible.
"Anatole." His name came out broken. "Please. Move."
He moved.
Long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. He pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in, hard and deep, and she cried out with every movement. The pleasure was overwhelming, building in waves, each thrust pushing her higher.
"That's it," he growled. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good my cock feels inside you."
She couldn't have stayed silent if she'd tried. Moans and whimpers spilled from her lips, mixing with the obscene wet sounds of their bodies coming together. Her arousal was everywhere, coating his cock, dripping down to the sheets, filling the room with the scent of omega in heat.
"You feel incredible." He was panting now, his rhythm growing faster. "So tight. So wet. Made for me. Your little cunt was made for my cock."
The filthy words should have shocked her. Instead, they pushed her closer to the edge, her inner walls clenching around him.
"I'm close," she gasped. "Anatole, I'm so close..."
"Then come." He shifted his angle, hitting something deep inside her that made her scream. "Come on my cock, omega. Let me feel it."
She shattered.
The orgasm crashed through her like a wave, her whole body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on his cock. She screamed his name, her back arching off the bed, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
He didn't stop. Kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out, extending it until she thought she might die from the pleasure.
"Again," he demanded. "You're going to come again for me."
"I can't..."
"You can." His hand slid between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit. "You will. I want to feel you come apart on my cock over and over until you can't remember your own name."
His thumb circled her clit as he thrust, and impossibly, the pleasure began building again. Her oversensitive body responded to his touch, climbing toward another peak even as aftershocks from the first orgasm still rippled through her.
"That's it." His voice was strained now, his control slipping. "I can feel you getting close again. Your cunt is squeezing me so tight."
She felt his knot beginning to swell, catching on her rim with every thrust. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but she was so wet and open that her body accepted it, welcomed it.
"My knot." He was panting, his hips snapping harder. "It's going to lock us together. You're going to take it, aren't you? Going to let me knot this tight little cunt?"
"Yes." She was sobbing with pleasure now. "Yes, give me your knot. Fill me up. I need it."
He thrust deep one final time, and his knot swelled to full size, locking them together.
The stretch pushed her over the edge again. She screamed, her second orgasm crashing into her even harder than the first. Her inner walls clamped down on his knot, rippling and squeezing, and she felt him pulse inside her as his own release hit.
Hot. He was so hot inside her, his seed flooding her in thick spurts, filling her until she thought she might burst. The sensation triggered a third orgasm, smaller but still intense, rolling through her as he continued to come.
His wolf lunged for her throat.
She felt it. Felt his body tense, felt his head start to lower toward her mating gland.
"Anatole." She grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her. "Anatole, no. Don't bite. You promised."
He wrenched his head to the side, his fangs sinking into the pillow beside her head. Feathers exploded around them. His whole body shook with the effort of redirecting the instinct, a roar muffled by fabric and feathers.
When the urge finally passed, he collapsed against her, still locked inside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She held him, stroking his hair, feeling his heart pound against her chest.
"You did it," she whispered. "You stopped."
"You stopped me." He lifted his head, his eyes fading back to blue. "You called my name."
She brushed a feather from his beard, a tired smile curving her lips. "You bit the pillow."
"I bit the pillow." A laugh escaped him, rusty and broken. "I'll need new ones."
She laughed too, soft and exhausted, and the sound made his eyes crinkle in a way she'd never seen before.
They lay tangled together, still knotted, feathers drifting down around them. His cock was still hard inside her, his knot keeping them locked together, and she could feel small aftershocks of pleasure every time one of them shifted.
"How long?" she asked, her fingers tracing the scar on his chest.
"Until my knot goes down?" He shifted slightly, and they both gasped as the movement sent sparks through their joined bodies. "Half an hour. Maybe more."
"And we just... stay like this?"
"We stay like this." He rolled them carefully onto their sides, keeping her close, his knot tugging inside her in a way that made her moan. "Knotting is intimate. For wolves, it's when mates bond. When they share things they wouldn't say otherwise."
"We're not bonded."
"No." His hand stroked down her side. "We're not."
She was quiet for a moment, feeling him inside her, feeling the strange intimacy of being locked together. His seed was still warm in her belly. His scent surrounded her completely, mixed now with her own. They smelled like each other. Like mates.
His knot pulsed inside her, and she gasped, her walls clenching around him. He groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily.
"The heat," she said breathlessly. "I can feel another wave coming."
"Already?" He pulled her closer, and she felt his cock twitch inside her, beginning to harden again even though he hadn't pulled out. "Then we'll ride it out together. As many times as you need."
She should have been exhausted. Should have been sated. But her omega body was already responding, heat building again, slick flooding around his knot.
"I need you," she whispered, and it wasn't just biology talking anymore.
"You have me." He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. "For as long as this heat lasts, for as long as you'll let me, you have me."