I look at my bed but my eyes barely take it in as my gaze locks on the door to my nest. And as much as what he says is what he needs, I know I need his scent, and his come in my nest. At the insight, my scent thickens at the same moment my slick wets the tops of my thighs.
I try to go slow but everything about him keeps telling me to go faster.
“Coat your fingers,” he says, his voice deep, barely loud enough to hear. When he talks it stirs more of his maple scent into the air, while his words blow his scent towards me. Every part of me responds. I lean down and use my two pointer fingers to scoop up the small dribble of slick, watching him pump his fist over himself.
And him, in here, with me, feels so right. I hold my hand out to lead us towards the one place no person on earth has ever been in, but he grabs my hand to suck my fingers in his mouth.
I swear to god my eyes roll backwards as his teeth bite down, and he growls encouragingly. A blistering rush of heat and pleasure races over me as he keeps flaming the fire. With my fingers still being assaulted by his mouth, he lifts his own fingers, rubbing them over my lips before dipping them inside, rubbing his pre-come on my tongue.
One minute we’re sucking each other’s fingers, the next I’m falling backwards onto the plush nest of blankets and pillows that have been with me forever. He locks us inside, and then he stands there fisting himself shamelessly as he devours me with his eyes.
And I know I do the same. Cut, muscled, well defined, are all bullshit descriptive when it comes to Kairo. Without a word of a lie, he looks like he’s been etched by the gods—his body is a work of art. But of course, not only is he perfectly cut, but he’s also inked up. So many tattoos adorn his skin that you can’t see one without seeing another, and I want to explore them all with my tongue, but first I want him inside me.
My pussy squeezes around nothing, spasming in phantom pain based on need as I eye his cock. Of course, he’s big. So big, despite being lost in him, I have a moment of sheer panic.
He stalks closer and his presence and maple sweetness rains over me.
“You’ll take it, won’t you?” There’s nothing timid about him, he’s doing all this to confirm how right we are, how well we will fit together. His eyes are nearly black as a low rumbling spills out his chest while his scent gets even more dense, ruining my senses and decimating my panic.
I can’t see straight. I feel like he’s inside my thoughts, as much as his scent coats my skin, his Alpha is driving our connection harder and faster. But I don’t want our first time to be a slow discovery of each other, I want him to own me from the instant he claims me by ramming his oversized cock in.
As crude as it sounds, it also sounds ideal. Him taking me is the only thing that will stop and ease the build-up of pressure inside my pussy, and the heat that courses through my body.
I’m sure I have the same look on my face as he does on his—pure want and adoration. All we need to do is submit to the connection we share.
Tomorrow will be about the fallout; tonight is about us.
Kairo drops to his knees, crowding over me. “I want you to know,” he says before spreading my legs as wide as he can. His eyes jump to mine, at the same time he lets a thick glob of his spit hang over my pussy, my foot lifts up to rest on his shoulder as I moan, my fingers twisting over my nipples.
He goes to speak again, but it’s like his words disappear as he trails his fingers over my pussy, rubbing his scent in. Kairo shuffles forward, before instead of using his fingers he uses the head of his cock to wipe through the mess. A small tap, and I close my eyes as I breathe through a heady rush of pleasure. He does it again, and again, and again. Each tap becoming a slap, getting a little harder, bringing an ache to my already throbbing clit, it feels crazy. But it’s the noise we both make, and the noise of his wet slaps against my messy pussy that takes us past the point of foreplay.
One last slap, and he follows it up with a flick of my clit and I shake my head to stop myself from coming. I want to come with him. “Please, Kairo. Please…”
He chuckles before his laughter disappears and a near feral look replaces his teasing smile as he pushes the wide tip of his cock against my entrance. His green eyes are hooded, and as his hips move slowly, his mouth falls open and he showers me in his maple scented breath.
“You should see how your pussy looks stretched around me, rohi,” he whispers before he falls forward to kiss me. And then he teases me in the same way his cock does—slowly.
The pain is a beautiful thing as I wiggle around trying to fit more of him in. He’s so thick and big it hurts, but he kisses over the whimpers that escape, before swallowing the moans of my hurt and pleasure.
“Every part of me was made for you,” he says whisper quiet before he drops his forehead to mine. “You were mine the instant I scented you,” he hisses before he lunges down and nips the special spot on the side of my neck at the exact same time as he powers inside my body.
And then I do scream out. I wasn’t taking half of him before but now I feel like he’s ruining my body.
“Jesus, Heidi, I can’t… I can’t.” He groans, his voice pitching up high, his eyes changing colour with a sudden onslaught of need.
“Fuck!” He snarls, and a long, lost wail follows.
And the night takes another twist.
His eyes that were darkening before blink jet black, and his scent changes and intensifies yet again. His grip on my body, the way his hips move in and out my pussy, the blur of words he mumbles incoherently against my lips should fill me with fear. Bone deep fear.
But Kairo dropping into an Alpha rut does not make me tremble in fear at all.
ChapterSixteen
HEIDI
Igo to crawl away when his breathing deepens. I thought he was asleep exhausted after the last few hours, but I was wrong. His fingers squeeze over the top of my hands, my arms tremble under the weight of him again, and he starts moving his hips again, driving his cock back inside my tender pussy.
