Nope. There would only be cock, and I withdrew, positioning my arousal at his entrance. But he took hold of the hand that had been inside of him and lapped the slick on the index finger from tip to base.
Gods, Indigo. Did he know what he was doing? He almost made me come, and I couldn’t wait to be sheathed inside him. While he was distracted licking my finger, I pushed the tip of my cock inside him. I was big. Not surprising, as I was an alpha, but his mouth fell open, my finger forgotten and tossed aside.
“Gods. Is that just the head?” He peered between his legs. “You’re huge.”
“Too much?” He was small, and maybe I should have used more fingers to get him ready.
“Never.I want all of you.” He reached down and grabbed the base of my cock. He pumped once and let go, and I rammed into him. All of me, up to the hilt. Indigo stopped breathing. Shit, did I have to perform CPR? His eyes bulged until finally he gulped in a mouthful of air. His chest heaved, and I paused, waiting while he adjusted to my girth.
When his breathing calmed, I pressed our foreheads together. “Look at me. I want to see you.”
His eyes met mine as I withdrew and entered him slowly. The inches slid into his channel, his moans getting louder as I sank into his depths. He was so tightand so small and yet he’d taken me in, and gods, it was so good. Now it was my turn to slow down and breathe deeply so I didn’t come too soon and ruin our first time.
“You good to keep going?” Indigo smirked.
“It’s your fault I need to pace myself.”
“Oh nos.” He squeezed around me, the pressure and the heat almost sending me over the edge. He giggled, and the vibrations had me gritting my teeth. I wanted to bite and sink my teeth into his flesh and claim him. But I steeled myself and held back.
I moved inside him, thrusts that started slow and built in intensity.One of his legs hooked around my waist, changing the angle, drawing me deeper. His hands roamed over my back, dragging his nails across my skin as I pumped into him.
The bed rocked, banging against the wall as Indigo lifted his other leg and flung it over my hip. I couldn’t get enough of him. His breath, the sweat streaming over his flushed skin, his tiny mewls, and his tight channel that gripped around me.
“Let me on top,” he mumbled as he lapped the sweat from my cheek.
Gods yes. He was going to ride me. I flipped us over, and he sat astride my hips, a lazy smile on his lips.Lifting himself up, he hovered above me, only the tip of my cock remaining inside him, while slick and precum mingled with sweat. I could hardly breathe, waiting for him to take me in.
“Indigo!” He slammed over me, and we both panted asI filled him.
He leaned forward, his cock squashed between us and pecked my lips. “Again.”
Heaving himself up, he fell onto me, not once or twice. I lost count. His slippery flesh slapped on mine as my cock rammed into his channel. Droplets of sweat sprayed over me as his hair flicked one way and the other. I raised my hips to meet him, and he whimpered and moaned while I dug my fingers into the soft flesh on his hips.
“I’m going to come.” His strained voice echoed around the room.
I slipped a hand between us, encircling his dick. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
He threw his head back, giving into the pleasure, and cum spurted from his cock as he yelled my name. Witnessing his release pushed me over the edge, and once more I bit back the instinctive urge to mark him as my mate.
As my knot swelled and claimed him, I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as my body was rocked with the aftermath of my orgasm.
I would have to tell him the truth about who I was and about what we were to each other. But that could wait.
SEVEN
INDIGO
Christmas Eve.
The words felt strange and disconnected from reality. Had I really been here for nearly three weeks? The time had passed in a blur of snowfall, kisses, and making love. But also quiet moments with Riven where neither of us spoke and I was content to be alone with my thoughts.
In the last few days, the lodge had transformed, with evergreen garlands wrapped with tiny white lights, arrangements of pinecones and red berries and sprigs of mistletoe in doorways. Unlike the city where they put up decorations in November, the lodge did it quietly, little by little, so it snuck up on you.
The staff had delivered a small tree to our cabin yesterday, along with a box of ornaments and Riven's family's traditional wooden star for the top.
Our cabin.
I pushed my anxiety down at the thought of leaving in a week.
