Chapter 9 - Cade #2
I suck her clit hard, and she comes without warning, her hands slamming down on my shoulders as she shudders through it, her breath coming in ragged, desperate sobs. But the scent only gets stronger, more insistent, and I realize this was just the beginning. She needs more, so much more.
I slide up her body, kissing her stomach and her breasts as her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me down until our mouths crash together.
She tastes herself on my lips and moans, the sound so raw that it almost undoes me.
I want to bury myself inside her, claim her, but I force myself to slow down.
I’ve never wanted to hurt anyone less than I want to hurt her.
I reach between us, fingers slipping easily between her folds, and she gasps when I push the first one inside her.
She’s tight, much tighter than I was expecting.
I pause. “Are you…?” I ask in almost incredulous disbelief.
I know she’s young, far too young for me, but it doesn’t stop the way my body reacts to her. That’s the problem.
She nods, and I curse, removing my finger, knowing I can’t be the one to do this; I’ll hurt her too much. She cries out at the loss and clings to me harder. “Please, Cade, you have to.”
I curse, resting my forehead on hers for a moment before I brace my palm on her thigh and slip my other hand back between her legs, easing one finger, then two, inside.
She arches up, gasping, but she doesn’t pull away, just pants into my mouth, the heat coming off her enough to scald.
I move my fingers slowly, curling them, feeling the tight, impossibly soft grip of her body.
The scent of her is so strong now, it’s all I can taste; her slick coats my fingers, coats my tongue, and I’d drown in it if I could.
She’s so tight I have to work gently, coaxing the opening wider, a little at a time, but she meets every movement with a desperate, involuntary grind of her hips.
Sweat breaks out across her skin, pearling at her collarbones, tracing down between her breasts.
I want to taste that too, want to lick every bead away, but I focus on her core, working her open, careful not to hurt her.
She’s trembling so hard I can feel it through the mattress.
When my thumb sweeps her clit, she cries out, sharp and helpless, and her nails rake down my back. I groan, the sound breaking free before I can stop it. “You’re doing so good, Mara,” I tell her, the words gritted out through my teeth. “You’re perfect, fuck, you’re perfect.”
“I need you,” she gasps, “I need it, please…” and the sound of her begging almost makes me come apart.
I slide my hand out, slick with her, and brace her hips with both hands.
I kiss her again, rougher this time, and she kisses back with a force that tells me she’s past the point of thinking, past the point of fear.
I grip her thighs and push them open, lining myself up.
The wolf is screaming now, howling to just take, to claim, to breed, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from slamming in with no warning.
I grip the base of my cock, guiding it to her entrance, and I pause, looking down at her.
She’s panting, sweat-soaked, pupils blown.
My name is on her lips, a prayer and a curse.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I whisper, “and I’ll stop.”
She nods, but I don’t think she’s listening anymore.
I slide the head of my cock against her folds, and the heat is so intense I have to grit my teeth and force myself to go slow.
There’s a moment of resistance, and then I push forward, just a little, and she arches up, gasping, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Easy,” I murmur, even though I’m the one who needs the warning. I ease in, and her eyes go wide, lips parted in a silent oh. She’s impossibly tight; pure heat and silk, and it takes everything in me not to thrust all the way in, to bury myself and lose control.
I rock my hips, letting her get used to the stretch, and every time I move, she shudders, her legs tightening around my waist. “You’re okay,” I say, and she nods, clutching at me, her face buried in my neck. I feel her breath, hot and desperate, and it makes my head spin.
Halfway in, and I have to stop, just to keep from coming right then and there.
She’s whimpering, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pressure, the way it fills her up.
I’m big, bigger than any human she could have expected, and I know how much that first time can hurt.
I slow down, waiting until I feel her relax, and then I slide a little deeper, watching her face for any sign of pain.
“Cade,” she gasps, and it’s a sound I want to hear every day of my life. She clings to me, trembling, and I kiss her, gently, just barely brushing her lips with mine. The affection in the gesture surprises even me, but it grounds us both.
I move again, slow and steady, and finally I’m fully inside, the head of my cock pressing deep inside her, and I swear I see stars. She takes a shaky breath, then another, and when she looks up at me, there’s a wild, shining gratitude in her eyes.
“Is it…always like this?” she says quietly. I pull back, then drive in again, and she moans loudly. “Fuck, Cade, more, please….”
She doesn’t have to beg. I set a rhythm, slow at first, giving her time to adjust, but she meets every thrust with a furious, needy roll of her hips.
The heat between us only grows, and I can smell the slick, the sharp spike of omega pheromones, and I know I’m losing control.
My wolf wants to knot her, claim her so hard there’s no mistaking she’s mine, but I fight it, forcing myself to hold back.
She scratches down my back, and the pain only sharpens my need. “Harder,” she says, voice breaking, “I can take it, please, Cade, I need it….”
So I give it to her. I grab her hips, fingers digging in, and fuck her harder, deeper, my balls slapping her ass with every stroke until I feel her tighten even more, causing me to stutter as she comes apart beneath me.
I know my knot is swelling, the pressure in my cock is building as the omega pheromones pull at me, and I want to fight it, but I can’t anymore.
My wolf is stronger, and he wants her claimed, wants her bred.
I drive in harder, and the base of my cock swells, a thick, urgent pressure growing as my knot starts to lock her open. She feels it, the way my cock thickens just at the entrance, and her eyes go wide.
“Cade…” she gasps, and I slam in again, the knot forcing her open, stretching her more than anything human ever could. She whimpers, but it’s not pain, not really; her body is built for it, even if she doesn’t understand, and her heat wants it more than anything.
The next thrust, my knot slips in, popping past the tight ring, and her body locks down on me.
I can’t move, can’t even breathe for a second as we’re fused together, her hips grinding up into mine, her pussy spasming around my cock.
She’s coming again, harder this time, and I feel my own orgasm rising, a brutal, burning rush that starts at the base of my spine and tears through me.
I snarl, burying my face in her neck, and come, pulsing deep inside, my knot swelling even more as her tight channel milks me for every drop.
I come again, impossibly, and feel the slick spill out around the knot, coating us both and soaking the sheets.
We’re locked together, bodies fused, the scent of sex filling the room as I pull her against me, and I roll to the side.
I’m still hard, and I know I’ll stay this way until her heat breaks, but I also know she’s not really built to take a full-blown alpha rut.
Her scent is already intensifying again, and when I look down at her, all I see is passion reflected in her eyes.