“Easy.” His voice is rough. Wrecked. “I’ve got you.”
He pushes inside and I sob with relief. Full. Finally full again. The ache recedes just enough that I can breathe, can think, can exist as something other than pure want.
He fucks me slow at first, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to palm my breast. His thumb circles my nipple while he thrusts, and I’m already climbing again. Everything is so sensitive, so heightened. Every touch feels magnified.
“That’s it.” His breath is hot against my ear. “Taking my cock so well. This greedy little pussy just swallows me right up, doesn’t it? So wet and tight. Could fuck you forever.”
I can’t respond. Can only moan and push back to meet his thrusts. The angle is perfect, hitting that spot inside me that makes sparks shoot behind my eyes.
“Gonna knot this pretty pussy,” he says, speeding up. “Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping with me. You want that? Want my knot stretching you open?”
I nod frantically. Want it. Need it. Need to be locked and filled and whole.
His knot starts to swell, catching at my rim with each thrust. The stretch is incredible, pleasure and pressure building to something impossible. Then it pops inside me, locking ustogether, and he comes with a groan that vibrates through my whole body.
I come too. Clenching around his knot, milking him, feeling his release flood into me hot and thick. My vision goes white and I float somewhere outside my body for a long, blissful moment.
His. Theirs. Pack.
When I come back, he’s still inside me. Still holding me close. His hand strokes up and down my side while we wait for his knot to go down.
“Sleep,” he murmurs. “Rest while you can.”
I’m asleep before he finishes the sentence.
I wake to pain.
Not as sharp as before, but insistent. The emptiness is back, hollow and aching, demanding to be filled.
Someone is already there. Milo, his dark eyes watching my face as I swim back to consciousness.
“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice is soft. “I know. I’ve got you.”
He’s already hard, already positioning himself. I spread my legs wider, beyond shame, beyond embarrassment. Just need.
He pushes in slowly, watching my face the whole time. Checking that I’m okay. That this is what I want.
It is. God, it is.
“More,” I manage. The only word I can form.
He gives me more. Deeper thrusts, harder pace. His hands grip my hips, tilting me up to take him at an angle that makes me see stars. I’m making sounds I don’t recognize—animal noises of pleasure and relief.
“That’s it.” He’s breathing hard. “Feel how deep I am? Feel my cock. This needy little pussy’s taking me so well. Made for this. Made for my knot.”
I nod. Can feel him everywhere. Feel my body stretching to accommodate him, feel my pussy clenching and grasping, trying to keep him inside.
“Your slick’s everywhere,” he says. “Dripping down my balls. Making a mess of both of us. So fucking hot, Tessa. Could drown in this pussy.”
His dirty talk pushes me higher. I’m right on the edge, teetering, needing just a little more.
He reaches between us, finds my clit, presses down. “Come. Now.”
I explode.
The orgasm rips through me, violent and consuming. I clench so hard around him that he groans, and then his knot is swelling, catching, popping inside me. He comes with my name on his lips, flooding me with heat.
Mine. He’s mine. They’re all mine.
