Chapter 18 #2
Releasing my cock, he cupped my cheeks in both hands, tugging them apart. “Shh. You’re alright. I’ll take care of you, omega.”
He massaged the pad of a finger across my hole, back and forth. Then he pushed inside.
Oh my God, he still has gloves on.
My eyes crossed. Holy fucking shit, that was hot. My muscles contracted around the leather, attempting to suck him in deeper. The burning ache inside me reached a fever pitch.
“More,” I whimpered.
“You’re so greedy for me, sweet boy,” he cooed in awe, like this was the first time he’d felt just how soft and pliable an omega in heat could be. “Does it hurt to want me so much?”
My legs shook when he added a second finger, and then a third in quick succession. Unable to stand any longer, I sank to the floor, trapped between him and the wall.
“Yes,” I whined, twisting around until his fingers slipped out and I faced him again, pawing at his hoodie. Suddenly unmoored, I needed him to anchor me down. “It hurts without you. Put your knot inside of me. All of it.”
“Shit. Okay. I’ve got you. Okay.” He was rattled, almost nervous.
The clink of his belt buckle, followed by the hasty sound of his zipper and rustling fabric, made me flush.
The overwhelming reality of what we were about to do hit me, but I needed him too much to slow us down and ask him to be gentle.
Outside of toys, I’d never been knotted before. Would it hurt? Would he try and make it good for me? Would I feel good for him? What if he realized he preferred someone else?
Still on his knees before me, his hands shook when they landed on my thighs, parting them so he could shuffle closer. I gasped when he gripped my hips and yanked me up so my bottom rested in his lap, with my shoulders braced against the wall.
He pulled his cock out, and it landed heavily on my stomach, nestled next to my own. Curled up as I was, folded between him and the wall, he looked massive.
It was a stark illustration of just how deep in me he’d go, and I’d remember the heady mix of lust and wide-eyed trepidation our size difference gave me forever.
Too gone for words, he didn’t ask if I was ready. He just took me by the hips, angled me just right, and dragged his leaking cock down, down, down, leaving a trail of precum against my skin before he snugged the tip up to my hole.
And pushed in.
I gasped, knocking my head back against the wall. My hands gripped each of his wrists like a vise. “That’s—that’s it,” I stammered.
His cock was broad, more so than I was used to. Sweet relief simmered low in my belly from the initial stretch, mixing with a hunger for more.
More! More!
“Gimme a minute,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
Oh, I’d said that out loud.
“Okay. Gonna move now,” he continued after a deep breath, as if to warn me. Or maybe he was preparing himself?
My eyes scrunched together when he thrust deep, bottoming out. “Ah!” It ached most deliciously, like prodding a healing bruise. “God, that’s good. Keep going, keep—ah!”
My glasses fogged over from the heat of us, and I scrambled to take them off, but he stopped me with a hand around my wrist.
“They stay on,” he growled, gaze devouring me.
The bastard didn’t even wait for my reply before he rocked forward again, tunneling even more of his length inside.
So, I guess I’d only thought he’d bottomed out.
“Okay, sweetheart?” he asked when I tensed around him.
“V-very,” I stuttered. “Just—are you all the way in?”
He rumbled. “Close. Too much?”
I blinked in disbelief. Fucking hell, who was this guy? Had I won the lottery? “It’s a lot,” I wheezed, wiggling my hips back and forth to ease the way. “But it’s good.”
He grasped my waist tight, eyes dancing all over my body like he couldn’t decide where to look first. Then, he focused on my neck. Leaning down, he pressed his face into my scent gland, nipping suggestively, the way a lover might request a mating bite.
He wouldn’t really do that, would he? Wasn’t the whole point of this to end the bond, not seal it? And yet, instead of pushing him away, I found myself arching into it, exposing my whole throat.
It was an ancient instinct to bare myself before the alpha who’d claimed me—something I’d never dream of doing normally. I’d heard stories where two people were so compatible with one another, their connection so right, it brought out the feral animals that supposedly lived inside us all.
It’d all seemed too fantastical to me. The idea of a true mate was a fairy tale—something that didn’t exist in reality. But fairy tales didn’t seem like fiction anymore, as galaxies aligned behind my eyelids when he finally fucked into me fully.
His shoulders heaved as he steadied himself, bracing one hand on the wall above me. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever fucking felt,” he said, broken and undone, words pressed into my skin like a vow.
I didn’t have the capacity to speak, so in answer I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let him sit back on his heels, bringing me with him until I was straddling him.
He kissed my scent gland reverently before lifting my bottom, pulling out in a long, slow drag and dropping me back onto him. Canting my hips, I squeezed around him, beckoning him deeper. On the next thrust, he tagged my breeding gland, still tucked high and tight inside me.