He pulled out a few inches before pumping back inside, sinking himself impossibly deeper.
Nessa cried out, her heels digging into his lower back, encouraging him to keep going. He did, shallow strokes in and out, giving her just a little bit more each time until she was whimpering in his arms. Desperate, she rolled her hips, eager for more.
Murphy nipped her shoulder, followed by a brief caress of his tongue. “How are you feeling, Nes?”
“So full, Alpha,” she moaned, fighting the haze of lust in her mind as she struggled to answer.
Words were stupid anyway. She didn’t need them—she just neededthis.
“I love hearing you call me that,” Murphy admitted, plunging into her harder than before. His hands slipped beneath her thighs, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, their breaths mingling as she tugged him closer.
He lifted her, only to drop her hips back down as he slammed his cock into her. He drove into her so deep, his tip hit her cervix. She cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure nearly causing her to come undone. He did it again, and she screamed for him, dropping her head onto his shoulder as she clung to him.
Nessa’s vision dimmed, a strangled, incoherent noise escaping her as he repeated the motion, dropping her onto his cock as he sank deep once more.
Over and over, he pumped into her, winding her tighter and tighter until she was dangling on a cliff’s edge, so close to toppling over into oblivion.
“You’re so goddamn perfect, Nessa,” Murphy rasped, holding onto her tightly as he rocked her up and down on his length, forcing her hips into a frenzied rhythm that had stars exploding across her vision. Her pussy clenched around him, and he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Does my cock feel good inside you, filling you up just like this?”
Nessa opened her mouth to answer, but if she said anything, it was complete gibberish, any lucid thought completely eradicated as he worked her over his length. His deep, pleasured groans filled her ears, driving her lust higher than ever before.
She hadn’t even known shelikedsexual noises until now. But holy hell. Each sound Murphy uttered only made her hotter.
“My Alpha,” Nessa slurred, high on her desire.
Murphy bit out a sharp curse, fucking her harder. She closed her eyes, her body going lax in his arms, so overwhelmed with bliss she could only accept what he gave her.
“I need you to cum for me, Nes,” Murphy commanded, his breathing ragged as he plunged into her again. “Can you do that for me? Let me feel you cum on my cock.”
Nessa, helpless but to obey his demand, threw her head back, a torrent of pleasure ripping a guttural wail from her throat.
Ecstasy hit her like a battering ram, her toes curling. Her pussy spasmed around him as heat exploded through her core, her nails biting into his shoulders as she orgasmed all over his shaft, her body desperate to milk every last drop of his cum.
Abruptly, Murphy pulled out of her. She looked down right as he came, spurts of thick, pearly liquid hitting her lower belly.
Breathing hard, Nessa muttered in confusion, “You didn’t finish inside me?”
Murphy snorted. “Sweetheart, we didn’t talk about it beforehand. So, no.”
Talk about it before—
Even during sex, when he could have gotten caught up in the moment and easily taken advantage of the situation, he hadn’t. He’d put her needs first.
Nessa blinked up at him, baffled, as emotion bubbled up to the surface.
Then she burst into tears.
Chapter 28
“Nes?” Murphy asked, panic lacing his voice as the scent of his mate’s tears mixed with the smell of sex still heavy in the air. The showerhead blasted hot water onto his back, but it might as well have been ice-cold. A tremble of unease passed through him as Nessa’s face crumbled with emotion. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
Had he hurt her? He tried to wrack his brain for an answer. She’d never tapped his shoulder or asked him to stop. He hadn’t smelled her fear, either, only her desire as it had blossomed around them.
Then what was it?
Hesitantly, Murphy cupped her face, swiping away the tears rolling down her cheeks with his thumbs. Nessa reached up,cradling his hands with hers as she sniffled. “Say something, Nes. You’re scaring me.”
“Y-You’re just so a-amazing,” Nessa stammered out, crying harder. “I’m so grateful that you’re mine, Murphy.”
