The mental image, Cade stroking his cock as his pack take me and fill me with their knots, draws a low groan from my throat. “Cade. Please.”
“Please, what?” he asks. His voice is completely level as he continues his tortuous massage, the need growing stronger the longer he refuses to touch me. I wiggle, and he stops completely. “Cade!”
“Mmmm.” He nudges me onto my back, his body following as he lowers himself over me. In the darkness, he towers over me, his eyes hooded as he slowly presses himself against me, his body pushing mine into the mattress as his forearms cage my head. He’s careful to keep most of his weight off me, but I’m well and truly pinned beneath him as he carefully tugs up one hand at a time, pinning them above my head and making my breasts push up into his chest.
“Such pretty tits you have, Gabrielle.” His voice drops to almost a whisper, his lips ghosting along my ear as his hard, heavy cock presses into my stomach. “Can I fuck them?”
The scent of my slick flowing, the sudden mess beneath me, gives him an answer, and he laughs darkly. My core is screaming for him, my pussy fluttering with the need to be filled, and I push my hips up impatiently, trying to spread my legs.
Cade leans in, pressing his lips against my throat. “Here,” he murmurs. “Here’s where I want my bite. Where everyone can see it, and know exactly what pack you belong to.”
I’m desperate to move, desperate for him to move, enough that I shove my hips up with all my might, a broken sob slipping from my lips. “I need you inside me.”
He smiles against my lips. “Good girl,” he purrs. “I like it when you tell me what you want.”
His knee pushes my legs apart, his strong hand sliding down to hold me open, my knee pressed against the mattress as he finally pushes into me. My eyes roll back in my head as he thrusts. “Yes.”
This. I need this.
He keeps up the same, slow and steady pace, gradually stoking me to an inferno before he pauses, just for a second but long enough for me to thrash against him.
“Give me your knot,” I demand hotly. “Now, Cade.”
He grins, a sudden, savage thing in the darkness, before his pace increases until he’s brutally thrusting into me, every one hitting the very core of me, inching me closer to an explosive release. His face remains over mine, his eyes watching every expression, every flicker on my face.
“Eyes on me,” he demands, when they flutter closed. “I want to see your eyes when you come around my cock, Gabrielle.”
His words push me to the edge, that wave building to a crescendo that might destroy me.
My scream is loud as fuck, Cade’s name on my lips when his knot finally pushes in, sealing my pussy around his cock to hold his cum inside. Cade’s loss of control is a beautiful thing, his whole body shaking as he drops his face to my neck, his hands releasing mine to stroke down my arm.
“Perfect,” he groans hoarsely. “So perfect for me, Gabrielle.”
I shudder again as little aftershocks clench my pussy muscles around him, hot and thick and full inside me.
Four days of this? It’s too much.
But it’s not enough.
I don’t think I can live without this feeling.
ChapterForty-Nine
Hudson
My eyes feel like they’re filled with cement as I stagger into our kitchen, blinking at the bright winter sunshine blasting through the windows opposite the doorway.
Four days.
We’ve been in full blown heat mode for four days. I’m pretty sure my nuts have shriveled to the size of raisins, but,Jesus.
Worth it.
A groan sounds behind me, Nate stalking in on wobbly legs and making a beeline for the faucet. He doesn’t waste time with glasses, instead sticking his head straight under the cold stream and taking huge gulps.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth as I watch, but I take an extra four seconds to grab a glass before I fill it up and down it in one.
Then I refill and down it a second time.
