He must sense my unease, my questions, because he whispers, “I’ll take care of you, I promise. I’ll go slow at first. I won’t knot you right away.” His reassurance does comfort me;I’ve never been with anyone like this, nor have I ever been knotted. This is new to me.
It’s scary, yes, but even in the face of the monster between his legs, I still want it. I want him. I don’t want to stop. Everything we are, everything we can be, it culminates in this moment.
Again, I give him a nod, telling him it’s okay. That I’m ready, that I trust him. It’s an odd thing to trust someone so new to me, but deep down, aren’t we all just animals following our instincts? Sometimes our instincts can lead us to ruin, and other times it can lead us to the greatest treasure of all.
Monroe spreads my thighs as much as our current positions would allow, and then he takes the base of his cock in his hand and rubs the tip of it along me, catching some of my slick and rubbing it around my clit. I moan softly when he does so, my nerves on fire as I wait for him to stick it in.
We lock eyes. Never has there been more intense eye contact. He places his cock at my entrance, and without blinking, without looking away, he bears down upon me and pushes inside of me inch after sweet, aching inch. He pushes into me and fills me up, deeper and deeper until my core can’t physically take him in any more, and all the while he never breaks our intense eye contact.
I would have sworn he wouldn’t fit, but he does. He fits, and my core accepts his addition without issue. I fill my lungs with a gulp of air, ready for what will happen next, wanting it, craving it in a way I never thought I would.
And the possibility of his knot… let’s just say it’s enough to drive me mad.
Here I am, giving myself to an über alpha, and doing so willingly. Wantonly. I don’t recognize myself, but maybe that’s a good thing. These guys are changing me, but one thing I’ve learned is change is not always terrible. Sometimes it can be good.
And this? I’ll be the first to report this is downright amazing.
Chapter Ten – Monroe
When I came out of my room to check on her, this was honestly the last thing on my mind. Somehow, though, things spiraled, and now we’re here: me on top of her, me inside of her, and fuck, it’s more than I thought it would be.
Her body fits mine like a glove. My cock nestles inside of her core like it was always meantto be there, filling her up, completing us in a way nothing else can. Kissing her is like kissing the sun; it fills me with warmth and fire, but being inside of her blows that sensation out of the water.
Dulcie is spectacular, with her pink hair splayed out around her head, her eyes only half-open. She is everything, and after I fill her core up, I have to pause for a few moments and revel in it, in her, in the way she makes everything in me go nuts.
I never felt like this before. Complete. Full. Happy. Emotions like those aren’t something I ever imagined I’d describe myself as. I never want this moment to end, never want to know what it’s like to have a day or night go by without having her by my side. By our side.
She’s mine. She’s ours. She’s fucking everything.
Something takes hold of me, a part of my inner beast that has never had the opportunity to surface before. This part of me knows exactly how to talk to an omega while I’m inside of her, how to praise her like I know deep down she craves. I murmur, “You feel so good, omega. You feel so fucking good. Your body is taking mine so well. You were made for me.”
The more I say, the more she whimpers beneath me, wordlessly begging me for a release—one I’d give her soon enough.
“You’re mine,” I growl out, the words final, and Dulcie shivers in response, but she does not argue. How can she? She’sso wet for me, so ready to be fucked and claimed. I’m going to give her exactly what she wants, and she’s going to love every damn second of it.
I pull my hips back and begin a slow rhythm even though everything in me wants to go at her like a rabid animal. I told her I would take care of her, and I meant it. Going too hard too fast might hurt her. If she’s never been with anyone like this, then… then it’s my duty to be gentle.
At least for a little while.
It’s difficult for me to find a slow pace that satisfies the beast in me while also giving her what she needs, but I manage. I hold myself above her and keep it slow and steady as her pussy gets accustomed to my cock’s addition. She moans every time I fill her up. Going slow staves off the knot begging to form.
Oh, yes. I’m going to knot her. She wants it, and so do I. That knot will lock us together until we’re both drained dry, and then we’ll lay in each other’s arms until that knot subsides.
I lean down. Due to the height difference between us, I have to curve my back at an almost ungodly angle, but I make it work. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her as my body pushes against hers. Her scent is stronger now, overpowering, and I am lost in it.
“You’re doing so well,” I whisper to her, my voice unrecognizable. “But I want to fuck you harder.”
She grunts a feminine sound, nodding once.
“I want you to say it.”
Dulcie, the good little omega she is, says what I want to hear, “Fuck me harder, alpha.” The way that last word catches on her tongue tells me she’s just as lost in this as I am. That’s fine. We can be lost together.
With her blessing, I pick up the pace. My hips jerk back before I slam into her again, drawing out a moan from her. I fuckher as hard as the alpha in me wishes, and in doing so my cock starts to swell in a knot. I can’t push it back any longer.
She must feel it, because her breathing hitches, changes. She grabs my sides and digs her nails into me as her core tightens and constricts around my swelling knot. That growing knot does not slow me down, nor does it stop me from having her how I want her. I fuck her hard long after that knot is at its full-capacity.
With a swollen knot, everything is heightened. My senses, the way her pussy feels wrapped around it, and I’m certain it’s the same for her. She writhes and squirms as much as her pinned body can, her skin a beautiful flushed hue. It does not take long before she cries out in pure bliss, an orgasm taking hold of her, propelled by my knot and my rough claiming.
