But oh my oracle, I can’t breathe…
Every part of me is overheated from his movements, and I’ve lost myself to his kiss. His tongue. Histaste.
Or my taste, I guess.
Arousal.
So much fire.
Fates…
I wrap my legs around him and squeeze, holding on as he drills me into the mattress. His beast stares down at me now, his animal having taken full control, and all I can do is hold on.
My wolf snarls inside, the sound ferocious in nature, yet it’s a response to the Alpha looking at us through Grey’s gaze.
She wants tomate.
She’s daring him to claim.
And the way he’s looking at us says he fully accepts that challenge.
I’ve never seen this moment, never experienced the euphoria of a mating bite. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think this would ever happen.
From the kissing to the orgasms to the knotting… I never foresaw any of it. And I’m glad for that. Glad that I get to experience for the first time—with Grey.
He palms my cheek, his forehead falling to mine as he slows his pace. “Fuck, Ashlyn,” he breathes. “I can feel my knot getting ready to explode and it’s… it’s fucking intense.”
I thread my fingers through his thick hair, loving the soft texture. “I can’t wait to feel your knot, Alpha.”
“I can’t wait to feel it either, Omega,” he whispers, and there’s something raw in his voice. Something left unsaid.
I wonder what it is.
But in the next moment, he’s rutting into me and his beast is back in his gaze, staring down at me with a hunger that touches my very soul.
I try to move my head to the side, to expose my neck for him, but his palm my cheek holds me steady. He’s staring down at me like he intends to possess me. And he’s forcing me to witness his need. His intending claim.His devotion.
This is all so unexpected in the best way.
I never thought Grey would want this—wantus.
Because I’ve relied solely on my visions,I think dizzily.They’re nothing compared to this reality.
A reality where Grey is kissing me again. His palms are on my hips now, holding me in place as he ruts into me.
Then his hand sneaks between us, something I don’t understand until his thumb strokes my clit.
I squeeze my legs and other parts around him, the sensation too much. Yet it’s not enough at the same time. I’m overwhelmed. I’m panting. I’mscreamingas he does it again and again.
“Grey!”
“You’re going to come around my cock,” he growls, his lips at my ear now. “Only then will I give you my knot, Omega.”
Every part of me positivelyburns.
I think I forget how to breathe. How to think. How toexist.
Because I’m suddenly soaring. Lost in the stars. Blinking into the darkness. Quivering and shaking from the onslaught of passion.
