“Please,” I moan, needing the words but unable to articulate it.
I slide my hand down, learning the shape of his back, all those hard muscles, and grip his ass, drawing him into me. The feel of his heavy erection pressing against me melts my mind.
A spark of fear and a flash of memory, but his icy kiss burns it away.
“Alpha,” I whisper, but then there's just the sounds of us.
We kiss until my lips feel swollen and sore, and then he skates down my body and kisses the curve of my breast, sucking on the flesh hard enough to leave his mark. My nipples, already hard, stiffen and peak, and when his mouth closes over them, I cry out, panting and shuddering.
I barely notice that he’s undoing my pants and pushing them down. Not until he sits back and pulls them off.
Cadel stares at me the whole time, silent, waiting for my protest. The silence between us feels important, as if, if we break it, this will stop.
I don’t want it to stop.
He stands up and strips out of his clothes until he’s standing in the shadows staring at me, naked, with a massive cock weeping pre-cum that he has held in his fist. My mouth waters.
No one will have you—
Ice coasts across my skin from a freezing breeze in a long ago memory, chasing away those hideous words.
I reach for him.Please,I silently beg.I need you.
He comes to me slowly, powerful, muscles rippling. My breath catches in my throat as the light falls on him. He’s perfect. I barely get a chance to even think about it before he’s on me, pushing me down, spreading my legs, his head goes down there. I try to stop him, grab his hair to pull him up, but he ignores me. When his tongue swipes over my clit, I arch my back unconsciously, my eyes going wide, surprised by the pure ecstasy from one brief touch.
All I’ve felt is pain. But there’s no pain now. I’d braced and tensed, fear controlling a part of my mind and body, but as he flattens his tongue and laps at my slick, I relax, moaning, turning liquid under his ministrations.
I whine and tilt my hips, rising to meet his mouth. He’s ruthless, demanding my surrender. I squeeze a hand into a fist and shove it against my mouth, sobbing as my body tightens. He presses a huge finger into me, and I almost cry out. I just swallow the sound. He pumps in and out and then sucks my clit. My body is his body, arching and writhing to the pleasure he is taking and giving.
Cadel pushes in another finger and moves them slowly in and out; the sounds of my arousal can’t be masked.
I need more. Knot. I need his knot. I don’t dare say the words. I’m too afraid to say the words.
“I want to see this forever,” he says and kisses my inner thigh. “I want to see you happy, pleasured, safe.”
He broke our silence, and now I want to cry, it’s too much, the emotions, the feel of him, finding him here.
“Give it to me, Kaida,” he growls. “I want it all.”
He renews his efforts, pushing me higher and higher, until I’m tight as a bow, my toes curling, a scream in my throat, strangling his fingers as hewrings every last bit of my release from me. It’s a pleasure that’s almost painful in its intensity. I sob against my fist.
He climbs up my body, licking a trail through the sweat until he gets to my lips.
“Cadel,” I murmur.
“No more nightmares. No more pain. That is my wish for you.”
There’s a burn inside me, something new I haven’t felt before that’s heating up, like an inferno that’s been locked behind a closed door, and Cadel pushed it open, unlocked it.
His hand slides over my hip, and I feel myself grow unbearably wet.
“Your scent has saturated the room, Omega.”
I blink up at him. “Cadel, I need…”
“I know what you need,” he whispers and reaches down between us. I feel the crown of his cock pressing against my entrance, and then he slowly pushes his way inside me.
I moan, drawing my legs up, giving him more room. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s an uncomfortable sensation, like I’m too full. And then he starts to move, slowly at first, rocking his hips, shoving the door open with each thrust.
