I peer through my lashes at him as he removes his boxers, and groan when I see his cock, stiff and curved just slightly upward, balls tight beneath it.
“You relax, Nyx. I’m going to take care of you. Give you exactly what you need.”
He crawls onto the mattress, limbs caging me beneath him, then rolls me onto my stomach by my shoulder. He presses my legs together, keeping them straight, his legs on either side of my thighs, before sliding the head of his dick down the crack of my ass. His hands grasp my ass cheeks tight and pull them apart, making me whine again, though the pain of this heat has died inside waves of pleasure. And then, his cock is at my entrance, now so tight with my legs pressed together, that he hisses as he slowly pushes into my core.
I roll my head to the side and groan, fighting against the desire to spread my legs wide, not even knowing if I’d have the strength.
His cock glides effortlessly inside me, all the way, before he pulls out, leaving only the head at my opening. Then, he thrusts back in with a sigh.
He keeps up this slow, excruciating pace for so long, the pleasure building inside me begins to wane, then returns, over and over. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, these waves, and each time my ecstasy builds higher and higher.
“That’s it, baby,” he croons, but it’s all breath. “I bet you’re getting some of your strength back now, hm?” His hand glides along my ass cheek, his finger beginning to probe my back hole. I gasp, push back into him as he chuckles at me. “That’s whatI thought.” His thrusting dick stops as he circles his fingertip in my ass with a moan from us both. “I’m going to fuck this tight ass, baby. Not today.” A second finger joins the first, both sinking into me, my body automatically pushing against him, forcing them deeper inside.
“You like that, don’t you, Nyx? You like the thought of getting fucked in the ass.”
I groan, push back onto him harder, but he takes his fingers away, drawing cries of protest from me.
“Soon.”
Before I can further protest, he flips me onto my back like I’m his play thing, spreads my legs with his knees and thrusts all the way into my pussy. My back bows as I cry out, and he’s thrusting hard, fast, relentlessly. The expression on his face is something strange, like he’s not really there. He’s all instinct and motion, no thought.
And I’m not bothered in the slightest.
Pleasure building yet again, he keeps fucking harder and faster, dropping his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up, get some kind of purchase.
My slick has drenched the mattress everywhere, our scents mingle in the air stronger than ever, and as that pressure builds at the center of my hips, the orgasm sneaks up on me like a sucker-punch, and I scream Erich’s name, body bucking beneath him. My jaw begins to ache, something familiar, and before I know what’s happening, I rear up, sink my teeth deep into the joint of his shoulder where it meets his upper arm, draw in his sweet blood with a spicy tang. Then Erich is shouting, hips moving so frantically that my body moves up the bed and I have to release his flesh.
With a roar, his face dives into the flesh of my right breast and his teeth sink into it, right around my areola, the action drawinganother orgasm from my wrung-out body as his dick pulses inside me, coating my insides with his come.
And then, it happens.
Erich’s cock swells, deliciously thick, locking us together.
My Alpha has knotted me.
Tears stream from my eyes, drip to the back of my head, into my ears. I couldn’t care less.
Erich gently licks his bite. Every so often, I feel his tongue ring there, but it’s like it’s just a part of him now.
When he collapses on top of me, cock still locked tight, his sighs against my neck before placing a kiss there.
“I’ve dreamed of this every night since we met. You have no idea how much I love you.” His voice is distant, and I don’t know which of us is fading faster.
Once he goes silent, I start to get uncomfortable. It’s not his weight on top of me. Erich’s skin is warm. No, it’s hot.
“Erich?”
He doesn’t answer, a soft snore ringing in my ear where his head rests.
We’re still locked together, the haze of my heat dissipating fast. But “heat” is all Erich gives off on top of me, in a suffocating amount.
“Erich?” I shake his shoulder on my chest, but he doesn’t budge.
Shit.
I begin to push him off me as a panicked feeling of asphyxia washes over me, until his torso is off my body, and we’re in the strangest, most awkward position ever, his cock still inside me, our legs tangled, me on my back, twisting away from his hot upper body, him on his chest, nuzzling into a pillow.
Well, at least one of us will get some sleep.
