Her words shatter what little remains of my control. My hips surge forward, driving into her with renewed purpose. One of my hands slips between us, finding that throbbing bud, rubbing it in hard, small circles as I slam into her.
I need her to come again.
Need her to come on my knot.
Need to feel her coming undone as I claim her.
Her back arches sharply, her inner walls clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses as she comes again, harder this time. Myname falls from her lips in a broken cry that I'll remember for the rest of my damn life.
I thrust once, twice more, my knot catching against her entrance each time. With a final, careful push, I press it inside her just as I come with a vicious snarl.
My vision whites out.
My body locks rigid above her.
I'm vaguely aware of a deep, guttural beast roar tearing from my throat as I empty myself inside her, my release seemingly endless. My knot locks us together, fully swollen and pulsing with each wave that crashes through me.
Never felt anything like this.
Never knew it was possible to feel this way.
Whole.
When the waves pass and I'm left panting and dizzy, I carefully shift my weight to avoid crushing her, rolling us to our sides while keeping our bodies joined, clutching her to my chest like she might drift away if I let her go.
Nothing in my life prepared me for this moment. For the way her ocean eyes lock with mine, pupils still blown wide. For how her body fits against mine like she was made for me.
My fingers twitch, wanting to sign something, anything, but my muscles remain locked, arms rigid around her smaller frame. All I can do is search her face, looking for any flicker of pain or regret.
"Holy shit," she finally chokes out.
I respond with a soft growl, about to raise my hand to ask if she's okay, but she lifts a trembling hand to my masked cheek. "I'm good," she murmurs as if she can read my mind, leaning forward until her forehead rests against mine. "So much better than good."
The knot of fear lodged in my throat loosens.
Her words sink into me like salvation.
Didn't break her.
Didn't terrify her.
Didn't make her regret choosing me.
A vibration startles me—not from her, but from my own chest. A deep, broken rumble that sounds almost like...
Her lips curve into a smile as her own body answers with delicate omega purrs. "You're purring for me," she whispers, her palm pressing against my chest. "I didn't know you could."
Neither did I.
Sounds more like growling to me, but I'll take it.
She shifts her hips experimentally, gasping as the movement tugs where we're joined. The sensation ripples through me like lightning, pulling another involuntary growl from deep in my chest.
"God, you're huge everywhere," she breathes, her inner walls fluttering around my knot. No fear in her voice. Just awe.
I make a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan.
Story of my life.
