He’s still growling.
I lose track of time. I lose all sense of everything but the way he’s drinking from my slick core and cruelly keeping me on the edge of orgasm but not letting me go over. Every time I think I’m there, every time the first wave begins to tingle in my most sensitive spot, he redirects his attention to my entrance, thrusting his tongue inside me as far as it will go, until I want to scream—not from pleasure, but from frustration. Only once the sharp initial tingles have subsided does he return to my clit—and begin the torture all over again.
At length, I do what any normal, red-blooded girl in heat would do.
I snap.
Letting out a tortured howl, I yank his long, midnight blue hair as hard as I can, then try to kick him in the back with the leg that’s hooked over his shoulder.
Khan’s reaction is immediate. One big paw slides up from my hip to grip me by the throat, stunning me into immobile silence. Then, in one fluid movement, he shakes my thigh off his shoulder, rises to his feet, undoes his pants, cups my ass with his free hand, and lifts me until I’m impaled on his huge, rigid cock.
I’ve never known anything like it.
I didn’t get a look at his member but it’s easily the biggest thing I’ve ever had inside me. Even though I’m soaked and slippery, my pussy burns as Khan’s dick plunges deep, stretching me to the point of pain, his hand around my throat making me feel light-headed with a combination of terror and arousal. I can still breathe, but I’m definitely not going anywhere.
To my astonishment and shame, I’m coming before he’s even fully seated. I didn’t even know I could climax from penetration alone. Unable to suppress a strangled cry of pleasure, I close my eyes so I don’t have to see the way he’s looking at me as my hopelessly full pussy flutters around his cock.
And he hasn’t even started fucking me yet.
“Look at me,” he orders in a rough whisper, and I find myself obeying even though I don’t want to open my eyes, don’t want to see him witness my humiliation as I continue to climax and gush all over him. He’s not even moving; he’s just holding me in place as I writhe and sob, impaled on his rock hard dick. It’s so big, I’m whimpering, even as he hums an encouraging sound to soothe me. Then he growls and my body convulses—a dam breaking, and fluid gushing from my body to ease his passage. My inner walls clench around him in the most delicious way.
Every sensation is amplified a thousand fold. It hurts so good.
Even as I’m coming, I’m aware of the most minute details: the way the pulse in my throat is pounding against his hold. The way his scent seems to have filled my every pore. The way he’s looking at me. The way his cock seems to be growing even bigger inside me.
Khan begins to move, then, thrusting his hips, fucking me slowly at first but soon gaining in pace as he, finally, seems to lose control himself…
SIX
Khan
Intoxicating.All my life, I’ve heard other Alphas talk about the rut, about what happens when they catch the right Omega’s perfect perfume, about the loss of control, and all-encompassing need to dominate. To claim. To fuck.
None of the descriptions even came close to portraying the reality.
Emma’s honey scent permeates my being, awakening a lust within me that I never even thought possible. It’s a primal urge to mate, to slake my hunger on her soft little body, to mark her as mine.
I’m so hard, it hurts.
The desire was there the first moment I caught her perfume but I held back, unwilling to frighten her, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of harming her. It would have been too easy to take her while she was unconscious, and I considered it, but this Hoo-man is going to be my mate for life.
I didn’t want to ruin everything from the start.
Only when she had awakened sufficiently and returned to me after her ablutions did I give in to the need burning inside me.
When the taste of her slick hit my tongue, I lost all ability to think rationally. Furious with her for creating such sensations in me, I tormented her deliberately, keeping her on the edge until she lost her temper.
It was adorable.
As if this little slip of a girl could do anything to stop me from taking what is now mine.
She has no choice, and we both know it.
I’m not sure when I started growling but at some point, I was aware I was doing so. It only heightened her reaction to me, making her sweet little pussy gush more slick for me to taste.
Unable to hold back any longer, I lifted her onto my pounding erection. Even though her thighs were wet with her desire, even though she was beyond aroused and on the verge of her second climax, her pussy was an incredibly tight fit, gripping my cock like a second skin as I stretched her.
I hold her in place, seated fully inside her, watching her writhe and sob as she comes undone without me even moving. Her feet aren’t touching the ground; she’s held aloft only by my steely grip, and my iron-hard cock.
