I wince as the bright light from the hallway blinds me.
“I heard a…” Torin’s nostrils flare, and his voice trails off.
He’s wearing black boxer shorts and nothing else. As I watch, they start to tent. It has an instant effect on the fire inside me. Suddenly, I’m awash in flame.
“My skin is on fire,” I moan, falling back onto my bed. I slip my hand between my thighs, under the edge of my panties, and strum my clit.
Torin is shouting something, but I’m no longer listening.
A male hand grips my wrist and pulls my hand out from inside my panties.
Torin.
“Let me put out the fire, beautiful,” he says. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
He drags my t-shirt over my head, slides my panties down my legs, and tosses them aside.
He’s as naked as I am when he spreads my legs and braces himself over me.
My need is too sharp and the ache between my thighs too loud. Torin’s thumb on my clit has me begging. One, then two fingers pump into me. When my orgasm hits, it’s not enough. I need more than his fingers inside me.
I need his knot more than I need to breathe.
“Torin…” I whimper, trying to drag him down on me even as my pussy ripples with aftershocks from my short, hard climax.
At the sharp note of pain in my voice, his chest rumbles. He moves over me, his warm amber scent enveloping me. Cool skin touches every part of my burning body, and a rumbling purr soothes a part of me only my alpha can reach. He fills me with one hard thrust as my nails threaten to break through the skin on his back.
“Torin,” I moan, locking my ankles behind his thighs.
With every thrust, he grunts, and my body creates more slick for him to stretch me a little more. He takes the slight burn from the edge of pain to a toe-curling sweet ache.
My mind fragments as he slams into me. I feel my pussy trying to hold him inside, squeezing and stretching tight around his thick girth.
He slams into me, pulls out, and slams home again. He holds me down and fucks me the way I need him to.
The groan that tears from his throat is barely human. So primal. So raw.
His thighs flex, and he strains, pressing himself tight against me as he shakes. His cock jerks over and over, filling me with his cum.
And the muscle at the base of his cock starts to swell.
My head falls back, and a scream pours from my throat as he hammers into me again. His knot hardens, stretching my pussy and dragging me into another violent storm.
Torin groans and tries to hold me down. “Don’t move, baby. You’ll hurt yourself.”
I buck, wanting to grind and rock, but his knot has locked us tight together. Feels so good I want to rub every part of my pussy against the hard muscle.
He rolls us, grasping my hips and keeping me tucked tight against him.
I’m breathing so hard I’m practically panting. Torin has his eyes closed, the muscles in his neck are taut, and his hands stroke my hips as he fights for breath. And always, I feel tiny jerks of his cock inside like delicious aftershocks. He’s filled me up. I feel so wet and hot, when I move off him, my body won’t contain him all.
I keep wanting to move, to rock.
Torin’s eyes flutter open, and his hands stroke up and over my breasts, teasing my nipples into pebbles. With one hand on my back, he urges me down and sucks each one into his mouth, flicking his tongue against them. He sucks and rolls each hard point until I’m gripping his hair and panting.
But it isn’t enough.
My stomach is cramping again, and I whimper and whine as Torin’s knot slowly releases me. The mattress dips. I make a soft sound of complaint when Torin grasps my hips, lifts me off him, and places me onto Archer’s cock. Our combined juices run down the inside of my thighs as I straddle him.
