Bea's looking at me with heat-glazed eyes, chest heaving. "Seth. Need you. Need you inside me now. Please."
I settle between her thighs properly now, and the first touch of my cock against her slick heat makes us both gasp. She's so wet, coating me instantly, and I can feel her body opening for me.
"Go slow at first," River instructs from somewhere nearby. His voice is calm, grounding. "Let her body adjust to you. You're doing great."
I push inside carefully, and the sensation is overwhelming. She's tight—so tight—and hot, and perfect, her inner walls gripping me as I sink deeper. She's gasping, her hands finding my shoulders and gripping hard enough to bruise.
"Okay?" I ask through gritted teeth when I'm only halfway in, holding still even though every instinct screams to thrust. "Too much?"
"No." She's already rocking against me, trying to take me deeper. "Not enough. More, Seth. Please give me more. Need all of you."
I push deeper, inch by inch, and the feel of her stretching around me is almost too much. I'm terrified I'm going to come too fast, going to disappoint her, but then she wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me flush against her.
"There," she gasps, and I'm fully inside her. Buried completely. "So full. You're so deep, Seth. Can feel you everywhere."
"You feel—" I have to stop, breathe. "God, you feel incredible. So tight. I don't know if I can—if I'm going to last?—"
"Move," she begs. "Please, Seth, I need you to move. Need you to fuck me."
Fuck. She said fuck. About me. My brain short-circuits.
I start with shallow thrusts, terrified I'm going to hurt her or do it wrong or finish too fast. But she wraps her legs tighter and pulls me deeper with a cry that tells me I'm doing something right.
I hope I'm doing something right.
"Harder," she gasps. "Please, Seth, I need more. Don't hold back. Give me everything."
"Are you sure? I don't want to—what if I—" But she's pulling at me, rocking her hips, and my body takes over before my anxious brain can overthink it.
I give her more. Picking up the pace, finding a rhythm even though I have no idea what I'm doing. The sounds she makes—breathy moans and desperate whimpers and my name over and over—those sounds are the only thing telling me I'm not completely messing this up.
The slick makes everything smooth, and the feel of her around me is overwhelming. Better than anything I imagined. Too good. I'm not going to last.
"Like this?" I ask, adjusting the angle slightly just trying to—and when I hit something inside her that makes her scream, I freeze. "Was that—did I hurt you? Should I?—"
"Yes—oh god, yes—right there—don't stop—don't you dare stop?—"
Oh. OH. That was good. I did something good.
I do it again, and she screams again, and pride mixed with relief floods through me. I can do this. I'm actually doing this.
"Your knot," she moans, and there's something wild in her voice. Something desperate and primal. "Can feel it getting bigger. Stretching me every time you thrust. Want it, Seth. Want you to knot me. Want you to fill me up and lock inside me."
The words make my knot swell even more, and I can feel myself getting close. Too close. Way too close. I'm not going to last much longer and I don't know if that's normal or if I'm doing this wrong or?—
"Want you to bite me too," she gasps, and something primal surges through me. The urge to mark her, to claim her, hits me like a physical force. No. Wait. That's—that's a bond. That's permanent. "Want your bite. Want your bond. Want you to claim me. Make me yours forever. Please, Seth."
"Seth, no—" Grayson's voice, sharp with warning. "Not yet. She's in heat. It's just the heat talking?—"
"I know," I gasp out, fighting every instinct. But she sounds like she's in pain. Every sob, every desperate plea—I can hear how much she's hurting, and it's killing me.
But I'm too close. My knot swells, catching at her entrance, and with one more thrust it pops inside.
"Seth, please—" She's sobbing, her hands in my hair. "I love you. I love you so much. Please bite me. Need your bite. Need your mark?—"
The pressure, the heat, the way she clenches around me—I'm coming, unable to stop it. My knot swells fully, locking us completely together as my release pulses into her.
"I love you," she's crying, pulling my face to her throat. Baring her neck. "Please, Seth, claim me. Bond me. I love you—please?—"
