So wet already.
For me.
My rough fingertips explore her gently, learning the shape of her, the places that make her gasp and arch.
Her wetness coats my fingers as I circle her entrance, careful not to hurt her. My thumb slides against the bud above her folds and she jerks beneath me, a soft cry escaping her lips.
"Yes," she breathes, her hands clutching at my shoulders. "Like that."
I circle that sensitive spot again, watching her reaction carefully. Learning what she likes. Her head falls back against the pillow, eyes closing as she gives herself over to the sensation.
Slowly, I press one finger inside her, growling softly behind my mask at the tight, wet heat that greets me.
She's so small, so tight.
And I'm so fucking big.
The thought sobers me.
Need to prepare her.
Make sure she's ready to take me.
I work my finger in and out of her carefully, still circling the sensitive bud that's now throbbing with my thumb. Her inner walls clench around me, her body already seeking more.
"Another," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, Wraith."
I obey, gradually adding a second finger, stretching her carefully. She's so wet now, her arousal coating my hand, easing the way. Still, I go slowly, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.
Her building scent fills the air around us, sweet and spiced with her approaching heat. Even through the suppressant, her body is responding, preparing for an alpha's knot.
Formyknot.
The reality of that hits me again.
She's writhing beneath me, wanting me inside her.
It doesn't seem real.
But the wet heat gripping my fingers isveryreal.
The sounds she makes as I curl those fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her cry out, are the most real fucking thing I've ever heard.
"Oh god," she moans, her back arching off the bed. "Right there."
I focus on that spot, pressing against it with my fingertips while my thumb continues its steady circles around her bud. Her thighs begin to tremble, her breathing quickening.
She's close.
Need her to come first.
Need to make sure she's ready for me.
"Wraith," she gasps, her voice breaking on my name. "I'm going to?—"
She tightens around my fingers, her inner walls clenching rhythmically as she comes apart beneath me. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks ripple through her body.
Her eyes open slowly, hazy with pleasure, to find mine watching her intently. A small, satisfied smile curves her lips.
