The groan that tore out of Kamari was loud and obscene. It was so damn hot to see someone as well-put together as Kamari coming undone because of me.
"Better?" I asked.
He glanced at me. Strands of sweat-damp hair clung to his forehead. "Much."
My arousal spiked. If that's what my fated mate wanted, that's what he would get. I didn't hold back anymore.I fucked Kamari deep and forcefully, making his frame tremble with each thrust. He didn't try to contain his moans of pleasure, and I was glad for it. They were raw, open and loud; each one of them made my skin prickle. Kamari wasn't holding anything back; he was telling the whole world.
That means he's not ashamed of me,I thought warmly.Or of being my fated mate.
I buried my cock in him, as deep as it would go, revelling in that hot, tight friction. The muscles of his inner walls were a delicious, velvety clamp that I never wanted to leave. The scent of his heat floated all around us, intoxicating me. I didn't want this perfect moment to end.
"Kamari," I mumbled. I didn't expect a response. I just wanted to say his name, over and over again. It was perfect. Everything about him was perfect.
I leaned down to kiss him as I thrust into him hard. The sharp cry he let out was muffled by my mouth. My tongue slipped past his lips. He kissed me back desperately.
My cock throbbed. I was so focused on fucking Kamari that I didn't realize something had changed until my thrusts grew more difficult. I growled and pulled away from his mouth.
"Your knot," Kamari said breathlessly. "Right?"
I nodded. Talking was hard when I was high off his heat fumes. My brain was oozing out of my ears from lust.
"Give it to me," Kamari ordered. His voice was desperate. "Let me feel your fucking knot, Zak."
His dirty talk sent a pulse of arousal shooting through me. I grit my teeth and pounded him, then snarled as my knot fully formed inside his ass. Kamari's body tensed and he hissed. His nails raked down my back. I hoped they left a mark.
I kissed Kamari again, frantic and wet. He made whimpering sounds as my knot moved inside him, inching back and forth, pleasurably scraping his wet inner walls. My balls were full and heavy. I didn't know how much longer I could hold myself back from flooding him with cum.
"Kamari, I'm close..."
His muscles tightened around me, eliciting a yelp. The friction was too hot, too tight. Pleasure electrified all my senses.
"Do it, Zak," Kamari breathed. "Fill me. Mate with me."
I shuddered. My cock twitched and jerked. My knot felt like it was about to explode.
"Bite me, Zak," Kamari ordered. "Claim me."
My eyes widened. In a moment of lucidity, I stared at him. "Are you sure--"
"Do itnow!" he snarled.
I sank my fangs into the space between his neck and shoulder. I didn't hold back. Kamari cried out, his arms and legs gripping me tighter, his nails clawing at my back hard enough to draw blood. My cock pulsed and I lost control. I fucked Kamari desperately, chasing my orgasm up to the edge and then throwing myself off of it.
I came hard, shooting thick jets of cum deep inside Kamari, flooding him until every last drop was out of me. I felt something gushing against my stomach and I knew Kamari came, too. The aftershocks had me in their grip for a long time until finally I was able to breathe again.
"Fuck," I said, gulping air and trying to clear the stars from my vision. "Shit... That was..."
Kamari collapsed, going limp against the ground. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His hair was totally drenched in sweat. The sweet smell of his heat still lingered around us like wafting perfume, but it wasn't the intense, overpowering aroma it was before.
Does that mean his heat is already over?I wondered as my brain cells slowly trickled back in.Then... does that mean he's...
Kamari slowly opened his eyes and smiled at me. It warmed my heart. I stroked his face, carefully moving some of the wet hair strands off his forehead.
"So, uh," I said hoarsely. "It'll be a bit before I can get off you. Sorry."
Kamari huffed a laugh and pulled me in for a kiss. "I don't care."
I grinned, feeling stupidly happy. We'd gone from Kamari hating me just for being an alpha to not minding that my knot was stuck inside of him. There was also the sweet satisfaction of knowing he was mine and I was his; I was the sole exception to his aversion to alphas. I was special.
