“I know you think you are.” I curl my fingers, find that spot that makes her whole body jolt. “But I’m going to be thorough. That’s what I do.” I work her slowly, stretching her, and she’s so slick my fingers slide easily. Her body’s opening for me. Getting ready to take my knot.
“Yes.” Her voice breaks into a keen as I hit that spot again. “Lucas?—”
“Just like that,” I murmur. She clenches hard around my fingers, responding to my voice the way she always does.
“Yes,” she begs. “Please, more.”
I add a third finger and she cries out. The stretch makes her gasp, but she takes it. Takes everything I give her. Slick floods around my hand, coating my wrist, dripping down to the blankets.
“That’s it. Take my fingers.” I fuck her with them slowly, watching her face, watching her body respond. She was made for this. Made to take an alpha’s knot. Made to take mine.
“Yes. Want your knot. Please.”
“Soon.” I curl my fingers again, press my thumb against her clit, and she breaks. Crying out, clenching, slick gushing around my hand. I work her through it, drawing out every pulse, until she’s shaking and oversensitive.
“So good,” I murmur. “So good for me. Think you can handle more?”
“Your knot,” she begs. “Please. I need your knot inside me. Need you to fill me.”
I shed my pants and settle between her thighs.
My cock is hard and aching, knot already starting to swell at the base. I drag the head through her slick folds, coating myself, making us both groan.
“Feel that?” I notch myself at her entrance. “Feel how hard I am for you? Been waiting ten years to claim you. Ten years to make you mine for real.”
“Please.” She’s beyond words now, just need.
“Look at me,” I say.
Her eyes find mine. Dark, blown wide, hazy with heat, but present. She’s here. She’s choosing this.
“I love you,” I tell her. “I’ve loved you since I was sixteen years old. I never stopped.”
Her eyes fill with tears. “I love you too. I never stopped either.”
“I know.” I flex my hips, push inside an inch, and watch her gasp. “And now I’m going to make you mine.”
I thrust home.
She cries out, sharp and loud. Pleasure, not pain. Her body was made for this, slick and ready and aching for me, and she takes every inch like she was built to fit. Hot silk grips me, pulling me deeper, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then.
“Fuck.” I hold still, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around me. She’s gripping me like a vice. So tight. So hot and slick. I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, watching her face as I thrust back in.
“Yes.” She’s sobbing now, overwhelmed. “So full. You’re so big.”
“Yeah.” I thrust back in, deep and hard, and she cries out. “Taking me so well.”
“More,” she begs. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass. “Harder. Please.”
I stop holding back.
I drive into her hard and fast, setting a rhythm that makes the bed creak and her voice break into continuous whimpers. She’s so slick I can hear it: the obscene sounds of my cock sliding through her, the slap of skin against skin. More slick gushes around me with every thrust.
“That’s it.” I hitch her thigh higher, change the angle, hit that spot that makes her whole body jolt. She’s mine. This is mine. I pound into her relentlessly, watching her face, and something possessive and primal takes over. “Mine,” I growl against her ear. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” she gasps. “All yours. Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping.” I lean down, growl against her ear. “Going to fill you until everyone can smell me on you. Know you’ve been claimed.”
