"Do it," I beg. "Grayson, it's okay. I need it. I need you." My omega buzzes, and as he works himself slowly, pushing in one inch at a time, against the sting, she warms and softens. I canalmost feel her reaching out to his alpha, encouraging him. Deep in my core, my body suckles, like it's ready for him.
In one more brutal thrust, he fills me, then cries out like he's in pain.
The stretch—it's a lot. I feel every inch of him as he pushes in. He holds himself there, letting me adjust and breathe.
"How are you so tight? Are you okay? Baby, are you alright?"
No. Yes. So fucking good. "Don't stop," I manage to say. And though it's partly to brace against the pain that still precedes the pleasure, I dig my nails into his shoulders, heels into his lower back, and urge him deeper. I want all of him. Every inch. Even if he barely fits.
My pussy clenches around his cock, and even though I've never been with someone so big before, it's like he was made for me. And the more my pussy suckles and milks his length, the more I soften around him, the more my slick works him deeper.
He moves, long and slow at first, stretching me with each push. But then every thrust becomes punishing, deliberate. Every time he pulls his hips back and pushes into me, he slides in a little further, stretching me wider, deeper. The knot at the base of his cock presses against my entrance, taunting.
I didn't know what it was before, even after his brief explanation. But my body knows. My body is ready for it.
He speeds up, breathing ragged, hands fisting in the sheets beside my head.
"God fucking dammit, I can't with you. I can't even believe you're real. You feel so fucking good, baby," he pants, pumping in and out.
Every thrust fills something inside me, and my omega is whimpering, crying with joy. A tear slips from my eye, and I wrap my arms around his neck. His lips find mine and he fucks me just like that, swallowing my moans. I can still taste myself on his lips. And it's more than my pleasure, or his. My omega,his alpha—it all culminates until I can feel it ready to burst out of me. A glowing ember deep in my chest.
I have the strangest urge to bite him, claim him. Mark him.
Before I do something crazy, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, grip him tighter, and chase the feeling growing between us. My pussy is so sensitive, and every slam of his hips, his knot hits my clit. I focus on the feeling, arching into it.
He pulls out the thrusts in, again and again, harder, faster, and every thick drag is intoxicating. My teeth keep scraping his neck, but Grayson chuckles and makes that tsking sound again. But my omega wants it, so we squeeze tighter and try to bite.
He tilts his neck away from us, and it hurts our feelings. I wrap my legs around his lower back, wanting to punish him by digging in my heels, but he's grinning and panting. He cants his hips, starts to slow. My omega cries out, but then he lifts my knee and changes the angle.
His knot presses at my entrance, and he holds himself there, grinding against my clit, until my body starts to give in, to open for him. I'm so close. Teetering on the edge. My omega begs, "Knot, Alpha!"
"I've got you, Omega. You're so perfect. You feel so good. Like the sun and moon and stars, like the earth's magic is all inside you. You were made for me. For us."
That's what sets me over the edge. My thoughts float to Orion, thinking of him here with us. And my heart gets so full, and the pressure of his knot builds, until finally, he shoves hard—it stings again—until he's buried inside me and it expands, locking us together.
I get it now.
All of it.
I nearly choke on a scream as I come. My pussy clamps around his knot and he grunts and tenses, face buried in my neck. His teeth scrape against my skin, right over Silas's marks,and that sets me off again, my omega screaming, "Bite me, Alpha!"
Grayson's cock pulses inside me, knot still swelling, the pressure almost too much, but it strokes my pussy walls, dragging out my orgasm, making me squeeze him tighter.
Grayson roars, shaking and coming hard. I feel the wet splash of his cum deep inside me.
He grunts and swears, shuddering, hugging me so tightly I'm concealed beneath his giant body. Cock buried deep, even though we're locked together, his hips make tiny thrusts.
We stay like that, tangled and panting, for what feels like forever. My orgasm fades slowly. His knot keeps us joined, but I can feel every aftershock—his, and my own—every twitch of his cock before it finally softens along with his knot.
Eventually, his body relaxes around me, and when he pulls out, there's a wet spill between my legs. I'm floating in the afterglow, not caring how soaked I am, so I'm grateful when Grayson eventually lifts me up and carries me to the tub. Like last night, he washes my body, and I let him.
This time, he lets me soak in the warm water while he goes to change the bedsheets. He returns a few minutes later, and after drying me off, he carries me to bed. Pulling the covers over us both, he tucks me into his chest, one possessive arm latched around me.
I close my eyes and let myself drift, his scent—cinnamon and smoke—wrapping around me like a blanket.
He strokes my hair. His alpha is still buzzing, and a purr erupts from his chest.
"You okay?"
