He holds me through it, his palm flat over my thundering heart. His hips continue their relentless pace, chasing his own release as I shudder through the aftershocks of mine.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against my temple, his breath coming in harsh pants. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.”
My body goes limp in his arms, strength sapped by the force of my climax. Rowan’s arms tighten around me, cradling me as the Heat-fog begins to recede again, leaving me floating in the aftermath of pleasure.
“You need to eat,” Rowan says, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. “I’ve barely gotten anything besides my cock in your mouth this entire time.”
The top of the kitchen counter cools my bare arms. I’m wearing nothing but Rowan’s T-shirt, which hangs loose on my smaller frame, the hem brushing the middle of my thighs. Three days of Heat have hollowed me out, leaving me weak and shaky between waves of desperate need.
“Not hungry,” I mutter, pushing the plate away.
It turns my stomach, though I know he’s right. I need food.
Rowan leans across the island, pushing the plate back toward me with gentle authority that won't be denied. “Three bites. Full glass of water. Then back to bed.”
His hair is rumpled from my hands being in it, stubble darkening his jaw. Purple marks bloom along his shoulders and chest, evidence of my teeth and nails, and the sight of him marked by me sends a flutter through my stomach that has nothing to do with hunger.
I pick up the fork, cutting into the fluffy eggs.The first bite sticks to my tongue, but I force myself to swallow and take another.
Rowan rumbles with approval. “Good boy.”
The praise sends a flush of warmth through me.
I’m raising the third bite to my lips when the Heat returns with no warning, crashing through my system. The fork clatters to the counter as my fingers spasm open. Slick floods between my thighs, soaking my bare skin beneath the T-shirt.
“Rowan,” I gasp in warning.
He’s around the island in an instant, gathering me close. His nostrils flare as he catches the spike of my need, his pupils dilating until only a thin ring of amber remains.
“I’ve got you, precious.” His hands slide down my back to cup my ass. “Your Alpha will take care of everything.”
In one fluid motion, he lifts me onto the island, shoving the plate aside. It skids across the surface, teetering on the edge before toppling to the floor with a crash. Neither of us spares it a glance.
Rowan pushes the T-shirt up, exposing my already hard dick and slick-soaked thighs. He grips my knees, spreading them as he steps between my legs. The cool marble of the island chills my overheated skin, drawing a gasp from my lips.
“It’s never lasted this long before,” I whimper as I reach for his cock through his sweats.
“That’s because you never had your Alpha nearby to satisfy you before.” Rowan fists my hair, tilting my head back, and his mouth finds the pulse point there, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he works the drawstring of his sweatpants.
The fabric slides down his hips, freeing his cock, already thick and hard.
“Hold onto me,” he commands, positioning himself at my entrance.
My legs wrap around his waist, ankles hooking high on his waist as my arms circle his shoulders. The position leaves me open and at his mercy. Slick drips onto the island beneath me, forming a pool that will embarrass me later when I’m capable of feeling anything beyond this desperate need.
Rowan’s cock pushes into me in one smooth thrust, and my back arches off the island with a cry as he stretches me open. Days of near-constant sex have left me sensitive and swollen, all of my nerve endings firing at once.
“Fuck,” Rowan groans. “You’re so hot inside.”
He withdraws before slamming back in with enough force to lift me from the counter. Rowan’sgrip on my hair tightens, keeping me in place as he establishes a brutal pace.
The sound of skin slapping echoes off the tile backsplash, mixing with my desperate cries and Rowan’s guttural groans.
“Mine.” Rowan's free hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise. “All mine.”
His mouth moves to my shoulder, teeth sinking into the flesh there.
“Yes,” I sob, fingers digging into his back. “Mark me. Please.”
