25. Ivy
S loan’s eyes are nearly black with how wide his pupils have gone.
My sweet, tender alpha is practically unrecognizable, kneeling between my thighs with dark, desirous interest in his gaze.
“Look at your pretty cunt, petal.” He groans. “So wet, so eager for me to use it.”
A shiver runs the length of my spine as his hand meets my skin, trailing to the inside of my thighs until he’s stroking between my legs. He wasn’t lying; I’m so damn wet from his kisses—from his scent—and the way he handles me with delicate dominance.
“ More ,” I beg.
Sloan smirks, tugging the tunic from his body to reveal his broad chest and a smattering of hair that trails down into his trousers. I want to see what’s waiting for me beneath more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I can only imagine the size of him, given the massive expanse of his body. So thick, large— powerful .
“You’ll get more when I say, omega.”
Gods.
Any other time, I would riot— plead —but the aura surrounding my alpha speaks to total control, and I’m all too happy to submit to him.
Sloan’s fingers continue to slip between my thighs, never touching where I’m aching. Torturous —he knows it as well as I do, but he’s happy to watch me squirm under his hungry gaze. Making a mess of me for the simple fact he can.
This isn’t fair.
He’s been winding me up with his flirtation, sweet caresses, and filthy promises of trouble. Now I’m spread open for him in the middle of the goddamn castle grounds and he’s teasing me.
“Alpha.” My whimpering is pathetic—useless, I’m sure. While Sloan seems the type to normally give in to my every whim, in this it appears he’s of the opposite mind. I’m his to use—to please.
His answering growl calls to some base part of me. A part that makes me want to roll over and present myself to him in offering.
My alpha finally takes some small mercy on me, circling my clit with a featherlight touch. I arch my back, overcome by the flecks of euphoria dancing over my skin. My nipples tighten, begging for his touch— for anything. But he only plays with me, strums me until I’m right on the edge of succumbing.
Without warning, two long fingers enter me. “You feel fucking incredible,” he moans, and in turn, so do I. He pumps them in and out, curling, beckoning me towards bliss. Whatever part of me he’s pressing against is transcendent.
“ Yes ,” I pant, spreading my legs wider. My toes curl, gripping the fabric beneath me as the telltale sign of release steals my breath.
Sloan snarls as I tighten around him, sliding his fingers out as if to punish me. “Not yet.”
Crying out into the night over the unfairness of it all, I manage to heave myself up onto my elbows so I can berate my bear of a mate. But I’m transfixed by him—by the swift way he loosens the ties at his hips and releases his cock. He strokes it, covering it with the wetness he gathered from between my legs.
I yelp at what I witness, catching us both off guard with the surprise. Sloan’s satisfied smirk tells me he knows precisely how shocking a sight this is.
Whatever yarn I spun about Cillian and his mythical longsword. This is…Sloan is…I can’t tear my gaze from the thick length of my alpha. He is impossibly large—unthinkably long—and my eyes widen as I consider where all that will go.
“It will fit,” he says, dark and promising. “Every part of me was made for you.”
I don’t believe him. There’s no world in which I can take him. “What are you? A dragon ?”
Sloan chuckles, kicking off his trousers as he continues stroking himself. He presses the head of his cock against my wet cunt, tapping teasing touches against my clit, all as he stares at me. “I’ve never been so hard in my life. You’re flawless .”
I whimper, leaning back against the makeshift nest as heat washes over me. My skin feels tight— sensitive —eager to be pushed to my limits by that monster my mate is wielding.
“Easy, petal,” Sloan soothes, his voice a low rumble. “You’ve taken Cillian’s knot. You’ll take me just the same.”
He leans over me, pressing his weight against me—kissing me until I can no longer breathe, let alone think about the impossibility of him inside me. He’s so good at that. Taking control, making me crave him.
My alpha collars me, a massive hand around my throat. He squeezes gently—a possessive sort of worship that has me aching—before trailing lower to my breast.
Hushed promises are whispered against my lips as Sloan breaks our kiss.
“One day I’ll take your cunt— soak myself with you. I’ll stick my cock between these perfect tits and fuck them until I come apart. Mark you up with my scent so you know who you belong to.”
My eyes roll back, pleasure blooming everywhere. I’m so on edge that the right breeze might shove me over. How can he speak like this? How does he know what to say to make me this whimpering thing?
Sloan doesn’t offer me reprieve, rubbing his bearded cheek against my sensitive nipple before taking it into his mouth. He torments me—sucking and biting until I cry out over the sweet agony of being so frenzied.
“Please. Please.”
“No.” So cruel, this alpha, to withhold the pleasure he’s promised.
The raging heat in me travels to my consciousness. A haze— wildness —that is too familiar to me now. “Sloan,” I moan, my words slurring. It’s so dark, so dizzying, as he pleasures me and denies me all at once.
The blurry vision of my alpha is a masterpiece. His chest heaves like a predator who’s chased his prey through the woods. “Fuck, Ivy, your perfume is practically choking me. If I don’t taste you, I’ll die .”
Yes. Taste me. I turn my head, bearing my neck as a sign of my submission. I’m not even in my body any longer—just floating through every fantastical second of being suspended.
Sloan descends the length of my body, draping my legs over his wide shoulders and burying his face against my sex. I scream, unprepared for the wave of new and thrilling sensations of being feasted upon. Sloan devours me like he’s been starving for years and I’m a banquet laid out before him. His tongue works me over, savoring me as he groans and thrusts his hips against the blanket.
When he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, I combust like a roaring, raging fire—I feel nothing but the flame of pleasure.
Knot . I need a knot so badly or I’ll burn alive.
I call out to him—beg him for more even after he’s gifted me such brilliant bliss.
My alpha gazes at me from between my thighs with wildness in his hazel eyes. My release coats his mouth, soaking his beard as he grins in wicked victory. Sharp canines gleam in the light of the moon, and need rings anew inside me.
Claim .
I need to be claimed by my mate—desperately. So desperately my limbs are shaking as instinct rides me. I roll flat on my stomach, lifting my hips high to present my dripping cunt to him. The one he’s treated so well.
“ Fuck! ” Sloan roars, a triumphant sound as he scrambles behind me.
Fear no longer clouds my mind when he presses himself against my eager entrance. My alpha was made for me. Made to take me—to claim.
In one powerful stroke, my alpha sinks inside me, my screams muffled by the blankets. The stretch is both blinding and exquisite, as is the pleasure that blooms from being stuffed so full of him.
“ Mine .”
And I am.
I’m his for all of time.
Sloan fucks me with brutal intensity, dragging his cock in and out of my cunt without pause. The serene sounds of the night are now tainted by the obscene slapping of wet, primal sex.
I’m little more than the pleasure he gives me—the haze stealing anything from my mind except the sensations our coupling ignites. His hands grip my hips so tightly, pressing bruises into my pale flesh as he ruts and takes what’s his. And when his fingers slide to my wetness, circling, I shatter completely.
“ Alpha ,” I weep, still starving for more.
He fucks me through the waves of my release—thrusting faster, harder—driving me toward the brink once more. “Perfect. My mate. Mine.”
My eyes are wet with tears that spill over the beauty of being handled by my mate. His sole purpose is to bring me bliss and I want him. Need him to make this aching stop. To give me his knot and his bite.
“Claim me,” I weep, my heart pounding in anticipation.
This is right— natural . He and I are meant to be one.
“Ivy?” Sloan’s voice is hesitant, like some semblance of his sanity has crept in. We have no need for something as silly as doubt.
“Alpha, please . Bite!”
Whatever resistance Sloan held is swiftly shoved down. My alpha’s fingers slide into my hair, gripping to pull me upward so his chest presses to my back.
He feels so good—so deep —as he fucks me with abandon.
“You want my mark, omega? Hmm? You want your alpha to bite this sweet neck?” he asks, licking my skin.
“Yes!” Only this will cure me. Only he can make this heat dissipate. “Alpha, please .”
White light bursts behind my eyes—his knot pressing into me so I can’t breathe, can’t think beyond the fullness.
“You’re mine,” he breathes. A promise before sinking his teeth into my neck.
Magic —shimmering, shining magic pulses through my veins as Fate binds our souls together. My alpha is there, brimming with pleasure and pride—so full of awe at how we’ve become one. Never has any moment in all the world been more perfect than this.
“ Mine ,” I whimper, tears falling freely. The suffocating heat from before settles, and my mind is no longer clouded by the need.
Sloan purrs for me, his chest rumbling to mitigate the sting of his teeth withdrawing from my skin. Without pause, he tends to his mark so it can heal a beautiful, silvery shade.
Precious. This moment is so pure—so unexpected and magical.
“You’re a gift, petal. The most perfect thing that’s ever been mine,” my mate whispers, trailing kisses to my ear.
Giddiness flares deep in my gut, mirrored in our bond.
“Mine,” I repeat, reveling in the steady thrum of bliss as it settles in my soul.
My alpha steals a long, lingering kiss and licks the tears that fall onto my cheeks. It’s too strange—too much—yet just what I need.
When he arranges us on the blankets, curling his broad body around mine, he whispers sweet words in the dark, promising a lifetime of this. I drift off to the sound of his purring and the warmth of his love surrounding me.