"So beautiful," he murmured against my breast, his breath hot on my skin, making my nipple pebble before he'd even touched it. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this? How many nights I lay awake thinking about you, imagining what you'd look like spread out beneath me?"
I couldn't answer. Could barely breathe. His mouth closed around my nipple, sucking it between his lips, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, pleasure lancing through me like lightning. He sucked harder, drawing more of my breast into the wet heat of his mouth, his teeth grazing the tender flesh just enough to make me gasp.
"Eleven years," he continued, releasing my nipple with an obscene pop before licking a hot stripe to my other breast. "Eleven years of wanting. Waiting. Watching you grow into the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, knowing you were mine, knowing I couldn't touch you yet."
"I was never yours," I gasped out, even as my hands tangled in his golden hair, holding him against my chest, silently begging him not to stop.
"You were always mine," he growled against my skin, his teeth closing around my other nipple, biting down just hard enough to make me yelp. Then he soothed the sting with his tongue, leaving the abused flesh until I was squirming beneath him. "From the moment I saw you. From the moment I smelled you. Mine."
His hand slid between my thighs, and I nearly screamed.
"Fuck," he groaned, his fingers sliding through the slick that coated my folds, spreading my wetness everywhere. "So wet. So fucking wet. You're soaked, Red. Absolutely dripping for me." His fingers explored me thoroughly, tracing every fold, every ridge, circling my entrance without pushing inside. I was swollen, aching, my clit throbbing with need, and every brush of his fingers made my hips jerk.
"Please," I begged, the word escaping before I could stop it. I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore, for him to stop, for him to keep going, for the aching emptiness inside me to finally be filled. "Please, Mason?—"
"Please what?" he asked, his thumb finding my clit, pressing down on the swollen bundle of nerves before circling with practiced precision. My vision went white, my whole body jerking beneath him. "Tell me what you need, Red."
"I need—I can't—" I was babbling, incoherent, my hips grinding against his hand, fucking myself on his fingers even though they weren't inside me yet. "Mason, please?—"
"Say it," he commanded, his fingers stilling against my soaked flesh. I sobbed at the loss of sensation, my hips chasing his touch. "Tell me you want me."
"I can't," I whimpered, shaking my head even as my body screamed for more.
"You can," he insisted, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. His fingers teased my entrance, just barely dipping inside before pulling back. "One word, sweetheart. That's all. Just one word, and I'll give you everything."
I shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't. Saying it meant admitting defeat, meant acknowledging that my body had won, meant surrendering the last shred of resistance I'd been clinging to. The heat was burning through me, consuming me, and his fingers were right there, so close to where I needed them, and I was so empty, so desperate, so completely destroyed by wanting.
Just to get through the heat, I reasoned with myself. Just sex. Nothing more.
"Yes," I breathed, the word tearing out of me like a confession. "Yes, Mason, please, yes—" He kissed me hard, swallowing my pleas, and then his fingers were inside me, two at once, thick and long, stretching me open, curling against that spot on my front wall that made me see stars. I moaned into his mouth, my inner walls clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper.
"There you go," he praised, breaking the kiss to watch my face as he fucked me with his hand. His fingers pumped in and out, slow and deep, the wet sounds of my arousal obscene in the quiet room. "That's my good girl. Taking what you need. Finally letting yourself have it."
His thumb found my clit again, rubbing tight circles as his fingers curled inside me, and the pressure built impossibly fast. I was so sensitive, so desperate, so primed from days of unsatisfied need.
"You're so tight," he groaned, adding a third finger, stretching me wider. The burn was exquisite, pleasure and pain blurring together. "So wet and hot and tight. Can't wait to feel this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock." His words, filthy, possessive, pushed me over the edge. I came with a scream, my whole body convulsing, my walls clamping down on his fingers so hard it must have hurt. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, more intense than anything I'd ever felt, and through it all he kept fucking me with his hand, kept rubbing my clit, kept wringing every last drop of pleasure from my shaking body.
It was the first real relief I'd felt in days, the first orgasm that actually satisfied instead of leaving me more desperate than before. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
"More," I begged, grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull it off with shaking hands. "Alpha, I need more, I need—" The word slipped out before I could stop it. Alpha. Not Mason. Alpha. Like my hindbrain had taken over, like the heat was finally winning, like I was becoming something primal and needy that only knew one thing: I needed my Alpha.
Mason's eyes flared with dark satisfaction at the word.
"That's right," he growled, ripping his shirt over his head. "I'm your Alpha. Say it again."
"Alpha," I whimpered, the word feeling right on my tongue even as some distant part of me recoiled. "Please, Alpha, I need?—"
"I know what you need," he assured me, his honey-gold eyes almost black with desire. "Your Alpha's going to give you everything." I forgot how to breathe as I took in his bare chest. He was beautiful. Broad shoulders, defined chest covered in a light dusting of golden hair, abs that looked like they'd been carved from marble. A trail of darker hair leading down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans where an obvious bulge strained against the denim. He looked like a god. Like something too perfect to be real. He was looking at me like I was the only thing in the universe that mattered. His hands went to his belt, and I watched, mesmerized, as he unfastened it. This was happening. I was letting this happen. Letting him fuck me through my heat because I couldn't survive it alone.
Just sex, I reminded myself again. Just sex…It doesn't mean anything. He pushed his jeans down his hips along with his boxers, and I couldn't look away. His cock sprang free, and my mouth went dry. He was big, bigger than I'd expected, thick and long and hard. The head was flushed a deep red, already leaking precum that dripped down the shaft. A prominent vein ran along the underside, and at the base, I could see where his knot would swell once he was inside me.
"One at a time," he said, wrapping his hand around himself, stroking slowly. "You'll take all of us before this heat is done." I should have asked what he meant. Should have demanded clarification. But the heat was surging again, the brief satisfaction from my orgasm already fading, and all I could think about was how empty I felt. How much I needed to be filled. How his cock would feel stretching me open, filling me up, hitting places inside me no one had ever reached.
"Please," I heard myself say, spreading my legs wider in invitation, tilting my hips up. "Alpha, please, I need you?—"
"I know," he said, crawling over me, positioning himself between my thighs. I felt the hot, blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, nudging through my slick folds. "I've got you, Red. Your Alpha's got you."
Then he pushed inside, and I shattered. He entered me slowly, inch by inch, letting me feel every thick ridge of him as he stretched me open. It was too much. Too big, too full, too overwhelming. My walls burned as they stretched to accommodate his girth, the sensation hovering on the knife's edge between pleasure and pain. My body was made for this, slick easing the way, inner muscles relaxing and clenching in waves, pulling him deeper. He kept pushing until he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, his cock buried so deep I could feel him in my stomach.
