He’s awake instantly—I feel it through the bond before his eyes even open. His hand finds my hip in the darkness, and I hear his sharp intake of breath as he scents the air.
“You’re in heat.”
“I know.” I climb on top of him, straddling his hips, feeling his cock already hardening against my ass. Even soft, it’s intimidating—I can feel the thickness of it pressing between my cheeks, the ridges catching on my skin as it swells. “And this time, I’m not fighting it.”
His hands grip my waist—so big they nearly span my entire midsection. His thumbs meet at my navel while his fingers wrap around to my spine. I’m reminded, as I am every time he touches me, of how truly massive he is. How completely he dwarfs me.
How much I want it.
“This time is different,” he says, his voice rough with sleep and sudden arousal. “You’re choosing this.”
“I’m choosing you.” I lean down to kiss him, and I have to stretch to reach his mouth—even with him lying flat and me on top, the size difference is absurd. He meets me halfway, his tongue claiming my mouth with the same possessive intensity he claims everything else. “Now stop talking and fuck me, Alpha.”
The word sends a shudder through his entire body. I feel his cock throb against me—fully hard now, andgod, it’s enormous. Thick as my forearm, long enough that I know from experience it will rearrange my insides, ridged with those mineral spirals that drive me insane.
“As my omega commands.”
He flips us in one smooth motion, and suddenly I’m on my back with eight feet of Fae alpha looming over me. The size difference has never felt more pronounced—my entire body disappears beneath his shadow, my head barely reaching his chest, my hips swallowed by his massive frame. His shoulders are so broad they block out the moonlight. His thighs cage mine like tree trunks.
I’ve never felt smaller.
I’ve never felt safer.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is a growl against my throat as he pins my wrists above my head. One hand. Both my wrists in one hand, with room to spare. His grip isn’t even tight—he’s holding me like I’m something precious, something fragile, even though we both know I’m neither. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.” The words come out breathless, desperate. The heat is building in my blood, making everything sharper, more intense. I can smell him—mountain stone and deep earth andAlpha—and it’s making my pussy clench around nothing. “I want you to fill me up and knot me and breed me until I can’t think about anything else.”
“Fuck.” His hips jerk against mine, and I feel his cock slide through my folds. Even that glancing contact makes me gasp—I’m so wet, so ready, slick already coating my thighs. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Show me.”
He releases my wrists and moves down my body, and I’m struck again by howmuchof him there is. His mouth travels from my throat to my collarbone to my breasts, and he’s barely past my shoulders. His hands span my ribcage, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts while his fingers wrap around to my back.
When he reaches my nipples, he takes one between his teeth—not biting, just holding—while his fingers find the other. The dual sensation makes me arch off the bed, but his weight keeps me pinned. I can’t move. Can’t do anything except feel.
“So sensitive.” He switches sides, giving the other nipple the same treatment. His tongue is hot and rough, designed for something ancient and primal, and it sends sparks shooting straight to my clit. “Your body knows what it needs. Knows who it belongs to.”
“Yours.” The word escapes before I can stop it. “I’m yours, Alpha. I chose to be yours.”
The sound he makes is somewhere between a groan and a roar. He continues down my body, and I watch his massive formmove between my spread thighs. My legs barely wrap around his ribs—he’s so broad I have to strain to hook my ankles behind his back.
He spreads my thighs wider, his hands curling around my hips, and buries his face between my legs.
His tongue is everywhere.
Licking, sucking, fucking into me with a focus that leaves no room for thought. He’s not gentle—he devours me, his mouth covering my entire pussy, his tongue spearing inside me while his nose grinds against my clit. I feel his fingers join in, two of them pressing inside me, stretching me in preparation for something much bigger.
“You’re so wet.” He pulls back just long enough to speak, his lips glistening with my slick. His chin is dripping with it. “So ready for me. Have you been thinking about this?”
“Yes.” I fist my hands in his hair—it’s thick and dark, long enough to grip—and try to pull him back. “Every day. Every night. Please, Karax—”
“Please what?”
“Please make me come.”
He adds a third finger and curls them against that spot that makes me see stars. His mouth finds my clit, sucking and licking in rhythm with his thrusting fingers, and I shatter—my whole body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his hand, his name torn from my throat in a scream.
He doesn’t stop.
