Rafe went still. I held my breath, waiting—on edge.
He burst into motion, lifting the bottom of the dress to bare my ass, letting it lie around my stomach.
A loud zip sounded, flaring another violent wave of lust. Rafe didn’t allow me a moment to speak because he shoved his tip inside me. My channel clamped onto his girth, resisting the sudden invasion. He didn’t let it stop him; he pumped his hips and shoved more inches into me. The foreign sensation caused my core to flex. I gasped at the mingled pain-pleasure rippling through my channel.
He fed more of himself inside me, the thick girth stretching my walls. Air refused to fill my lungs. It hurt . . . and felt so good.
So right.
A shudder wracked through my body, and I became wetter with slick. Rafe pushed deeper until his knot stopped outside my entrance. I squeezed the comforter, shutting my eyes to feel every little inch.
I was made to take my Alphas. To take their knots. Regardless of how tight it felt.
Rafe withdrew, slow, controlled, and maddening. He pumped inside me again, stopping before feeding me his knot. Any resistance was obliterated. I cried out, my channel clamping like a vise.
I gasped, my ass lifting without my permission, body hungering for his claim.
“Knot me,” I ordered, my voice rough.
He sucked in a breath, and his hand on my nape slid to my hair. He gripped me so hard it verged on pain, but he softened until it was just the right amount of pressure.
“Beg me.”
His voice was deep and gravely. It almost sounded like it hurt to speak. He drew his length back and thrust with shallow motions. Tortuously slow motions. I whimpered, my core clamping and needy and wanting.
“P-please. Knot me.” The words were wrenched from my gut. I had no pride.
Rafe exhaled sharply, and his grip on my hair stiffened. “No.” He pressed my face into the mattress, cutting off my breath.
He pumped inside, still not offering me what I desperately craved. I tried to move up, to force his knot inside me, but his other hand flattened on the small of my back where my dress was bunched.
Rafe thrust again, the glide of his cock wringing more and more slick. A tremble started up in my thighs. I couldn’t breathe, the cries stuck in my throat. Still, he didn’t slow, thrusting inside me, his shaft rubbing against my clit. I couldn’t have imagined fucking feeling like this. Never in my wildest dreams. Even as I ground on Roberto, crying out and panting. This was different.
Such delicious bliss . . .
Tingles spread along my legs, and my toes curled. With my face in the bed, all I could see was the inside of my eyelids. If he didn’t lift off me, I was going to pass out.
The orgasm slammed through my sex, and I jerked against the bed, my body shaking so hard the mattress moved. He didn’t stop his shallow pumps, wringing so much slick it dripped to my ankles.
My head felt light, and I was weaker. I needed to breathe . . .
Sensations wrung through my sex.I sluggishly opened my eyes, still riding the wave of another orgasm that left behind remnants of obsession. Rafe hovered over me, facing me, his cock still shallowly thrusting inside me. He must have flipped me over when I lost consciousness. My senses snapped back to the present.He made me pass out?
Rafe’s eyes were closed, and his chest rose harshly like he was trying not to come. He groaned, and through the slit of my eyelids I watched his face ripple with pleasure.
Did he even notice I’d lost consciousness? Did he care?
How foolish of me to even have had that thought.
I gritted my teeth and gripped the front of his shirt to brace myself while I lifted my feet to press my heels against his ass, jerking myself fully onto his knot.
My core stretched, giving way to his ballooning knot. I screamed, unable to stop writhing.
It shouldn’t feel so good, so all-encompassing.
Rafe bared his teeth, looking so vicious. It should have made me want to run away from him, but it made me wetter. My channel flexed around him as if telling him to take that aggression out on my body.
“Fuck,” he spat in his deep gravely voice.
