I never expected to feel this way with anyone. My brother and sister-in-law and their pack members showed affection to one another in public, but of course they weren’t doing more than hugging and kissing where others were around.
And the relationships I’d witnessed before they rescued me had been anything but kind and loving, which had been one of my hesitations to entering these relationships or relationship. I wasn’t sure if it was plural or singular since they were all connected, even if it was through me at the center.
Somehow I’d thought that once a woman came, she’d lose interest in any more sex for the moment, but Dax’s wandering fingers had, if anything, made me hornier. Me! Hornier! All the males before these had left me absolutely cold. Zero desire, and certainly being around them had not brought on a heat.
I wasn’t even sure they were real. But they were. So, so real. And painful. My skin felt like it was onfire, my hair follicles even sending jolts of searing agony into my brain until Dax used those magic fingers to take me to my first mating orgasm.
And now I needed him again. Already because I was a heap of raw nerves that could only be soothed by the touch of my mates. His knot. Dax cuddled me, touched me, and whispered sweet things as he pushed my knees apart and lay between them. “You’re the most beautiful female, and you smell so good. Cinnamon sugar… I have to taste you again.”
I shook my head hard. Sure, I loved the idea of him licking me, but I needed that cock now.
“It’s all right, mate. There will be time for that later. Lots of time. You want my knot? Then my knot you shall have. You’re so wet, but it’s still going to hurt at first, probably.”
I didn’t care. Didn’t he understand how much I hurt waiting? It couldn’t be worse. I reached for his cock and pulled it toward my aching pussy.
“You’re in such a rush, love. We have our whole lifetime to make love, you know. Fate has given us this great gift.”
Surging upward, maddened by the heat, I tried to wriggle my hips and get him inside, but he chuckled and eased me backward. “Let me, omega. I don’t want to hurt you any more than necessary. But even if it hurts for a moment, I will make it good for you after that. Do you trust me?”
Trust him? I wanted him in me. Now. Trust didn’t even enter into it as long as he helped extinguish the fire that burned me up from the inside out. But I nodded, since he wanted my agreement, and that was fine. Then his cock was pressing at my tightness, and I had a second’s panic because he was too big. He’d never fit. Even the head stretched me, but I still wanted it, pain or not.
I squeezed my eyes closed and sent all my attention between my legs where Dax was about to cleave me in two with his baseball-bat sized manhood. It felt every bit of that size, yet I wouldn’t ask him to stop to save my life. Because even as it burned, it joined the fire that burned me, with each stroke helping to tame it.
He worked his way in, each stroke deeper and each one managing to catch his groin against my clit and sending ripples of pleasure through my bloodstream. On the third stroke I came, sparks sending stinging ecstasy through my bloodstream. I never knew it could be like this. Did I already say that? Probably, but I didn’t even pretend to make sense, the voice inside my head as caught up in it all as the rest of me.
“Mate, it’s not going to take long,” he groaned. “But I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
The powerful orgasm that tore through my limbs and set them trembling should have let him know there was nothing to make up for, but I’d tell him later on the dry-erase board or on my phone. If I remembered. I’d do my best.
For now, I had a hot wolf shifter fucking my brains out while another orgasm took over my body. Some people claimed women did not have more than one orgasm. Some of the assholes I’d encountered claimed we had none, that it was all a scam and only men got them.
Assholes for sure.
“Mate, did you come again?” he panted. “It felt so good, like a massage from your body to mine. Lie still for a minute or two, while I… Oh, dear Goddess, here I go too.” His cum was hotter than my insides, and when the last droplets splashed into my core, his knot swelled, so big, so hard, I had a flutter of fear that it might damage me or not go down again. How long did a knot stay? But no sooner did I have that thought than he leaned down and licked the side of my neck then bit. And I came.
It seemed anything he did sent me into another orgasm. Could I survive this?
Would I die not from the heat but the pleasure? Did it even matter? Sex-soaked-brain me had a lot of questions.
Of course I didn’t die, and Dax’s knot did eventually go down, leaving me feeling empty and yearning for him to still be inside me.
But the heat eased enough for me to go to sleep. In my mate’s arms.
Chapter Twenty
Sylvia
I woke deliciously sore and sated in a way I never expected. Not with all the need coursing through me yesterday. I’d hoped it would help, and I knew it did at the time, but to bring me back to normal and feeling so complete, that was an unexpectedly beautiful way to wake up.
I rolled onto my side, his arm wrapped around me, holding me close. I snuggled in closer, wanting to keep this connection just a little bit longer.
My bladder put an end to that, and I found myself sneaking out of his embrace, not wanting to wake him, and heading to the bathroom to take care of business.
On my way back in, I heard my phone ring. No surprise—it was already morning. I’d have been shocked if my brother hadn’t figured out I was gone by now. I grabbed it off the floor and turned it over, expecting to have a message from him.
Not forty-two messages.
And not just from him, from Lily, from her other mates, and then Tyrone. How did he get brought into this? Ugh.
