He lowers onto me even more fully and finally gives me some of his impressive length. We both moan at the slow slide of his body inside my own. His strong chest brushes my tight nipples, and I weep around him.
“Still good?” He slips all the way out and thrusts back indeep.
My mouth falls open, and I ignore the slight ache in my vagina.
His is by far the thickest cock I’ve ever had inside me, but it’s so good.
“That’s perfect,” I choke out. “You’re perfect. I ache for you. Please, Mal. Give me more.”
His electric scent makes my body hum the longer I breathe him in. I might be crazy, but I think it helps take the edge of pain away as he really starts to find a rhythm.
“How are you ever going to take my knot when I’m already bumping the bottom?” he asks, sounding smug.
“We’ll figure it out.”
“Yeah, we will,” he growls. “We’ve got all the time in the world. You’re never getting away. You’remine, Charlotte.” He bumps my neck to the side and rakes his teeth down the column of my neck.
My core spasms, clinging to his shaft even more violently. Even the lightest brush of my fingers over my clit sends me over the edge. His palm cradles my skull as I shiver and shake through a powerful orgasm that has my vision going spotty.
He keeps his strokes measured, never bucking too forcefully, but I swear I can still feel his crown somewhere around my lungs; I don’t care if it’s physically impossible. I’m quite sure no man has ever been this deep inside me.
“Jesus,” Malachy growls, nipping at my earlobe. “I’m losing the battle.” His ragged tone does my head in. Hearing that he’s as desperate for me as I am for him is a really damn good feeling.
“Come inside me,” I beg.
His palm on the top of my head keeps me in place, and without it, I probably would have hit the headboard by now. His fingers dig into my hip while he ruts me into oblivion.
The most embarrassing sounds spill from my lips, and the pressure in my core builds again. It’s like the building of another orgasm, but also something else.
I don’t know what’s happening, but it feelsmonumental.
He sucks on my throat, biting without breaking the skin, and I convulse under him, begging for his bite. I should know better than to taunt a rabid alpha, but I couldn’t hold back the words if I tried. My entire body sizzles as my pleasure coils tighter.
I pull my hand from my clit, bringing it to the top of his ass. My fingers dig in as he starts to roll his pelvis against my swollen nub.
“Need you to come with me.” His warm breath fans over my skin, and it’s almost like an out-of-body experience. I can’t tell where he ends and I begin, which would scare the hell out of me under normal circumstances. “Just let me live in the fantasy that I’m breeding you full of my babies.” He bucks even harder, battering my cervix and snarling like a fully rabid alpha, but he cradles the top of my head like I’m precious. His shaft grows longer and thicker, and he slams so deep his knot brushes my opening. “Fuck me…”
It doesn’t fully wedge inside me, but on the next thrust it does, and I wail.
If I was more coherent, I would be afraid of disturbing the rest of the house. At the moment, all I can do is shake as another powerful orgasm rips through my nerve endings.
Malachy doesn’t let up. He drags his knot along my inner walls as much as he can when we’re locked together, and it intensifies the bliss rocking me to my core.
I gush around him, and the slick sound seems to spur him on. He’s carnal and rough, rutting into me like an alpha lost to the fog.
My orgasm goes on for so long it’s almost painful, and all I can do is twitch.
“I’m sorry, little one. I can’t risk you trying to get away.” Malachy sucks on my throat and groans. “You’re mine, Charlotte.All fucking mine.”
The sharp sting of pain makes me freeze. At first, I’m still too out of it to register that he just dug his canines into the left side of my throat. He jolts inside my pussy, splashing my inner walls with his hot cum.
I clench around him, doing my best to grind to meet him as it becomes clear I can accept or deny the bond.
I’m not so swept up in the moment that I accept without thinking through what a bond will mean.
Bonding is for life.
Once that connection is accepted, there’s no escaping it. If a claiming bite is denied, the bite turns black. There are no consequences for an omega, outside of healing from a bite wound, but it’s been described as agony for an alpha to endure.
