Short, shallow breaths escaped my cracked lips, and for a second, I believed he’d let me rest. Then a devilish, twisted smile slid into place. He circled my clit, and I bucked, trying to crawl away with no luck.
A sting skittered across my bare thigh as his hand connected with it in a warning slap. I hissed, glaring at him.
“I always finish my meals, wife, and respectfully, I don’t give a fuck if you’re shaking.”
“Kaelen. Alpha, you ca?—”
Two thick fingers slid into my pussy, the sound lewd as he stroked them in and out.
“Give me another, mo chroí.”
Hazy rings blurred my eyes. My traitorous body chased his fingers, meeting him thrust for thrust. My head fell onto the headboard with a thud. I tried to speak, but nothing came out.
Kaelen twisted his wrist and tapped a spot that instantly made me fall apart, slick rushing from me as my body contorted in a way I didn’t think was possible.
“Good girl,” he said, coaxing me through the last of my release before removing his fingers.
My pussy clenched around nothing, missing the fullness of him inside me. Somehow, I still clung to the headboard, needing it to keep me upright. Kaelen’s alpha tone broke through the cloud consuming me.
“Come here,” he said, gripping my waist and sliding me back until I straddled his hips.
I squeaked, adjusting to the movement. My release glistened in his beard, and my cheeks stung from embarrassment. Strands of hair hid my face as I tucked my chin into my chest. He smacked my ass playfully.
“Lift, so I can I fuck you properly, Omega. Watch you collapse, sated and sleepy on my knot.”
Heat coiled into pleasure as I sat up on my knees, and Kaelen slipped out of his briefs. Death loomed. This man was going to kill me, but what a way to go.
It was a pretty dick—thick and heavy.
Like everything else about my alpha, he was objectively gorgeous.
He squeezed his length, fisting above his knot. My body buckled, and he steadied me with a hand on my hip, dragging the tip through my entrance.
As he lowered me onto him, my eyes rolled back into my head. Nothing had nor would ever feel as glorious as Kaelen stretching me.
The tiny part of me that regretted pushing his buttons earlier that morning disappeared, wanting to feel him fill every part of me. It was delicious and made a rightness thrum in the spot below my sternum.
He hissed, drawing small circles on my waist as I tentatively bounced on his cock, too tired to set any type of pace. My hands splayed over his chest, and my brow furrowed.
“Alpha. Can’t,” I cried, on the verge of collapsing. “Help.”
Seeming to understand what I failed to say, Kaelen banded an arm around my waist, rolling us until I was under him. Shadows from the fireplace crept up his back, making him look like some sort of dark angel, kidnapping me from the crystal gates to take me to his lair in hell.
His elbows rested on either side of my face, caging me in.
My hand wobbled as I reached out, unsuccessfully pushing his loose auburn hair out of the way. Something wicked and possessive ignited in his gaze, and to punctuate it, he slammed into me. His lips fused to mine, muffling the inhuman noise that tried to escape.
His knot swelled, catching on my entrance with each thrust. Nipping at my lip, he pulled away, peppering kisses over me until I was breathless.
“Come for me, Willow.”
My nails curled into the ridiculously expensive bedding, and my back arched off the plush blankets. Something exploded, the intensity of it slithering around my limbs.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathed, sinking his knot into me, stretching me to the brim and locking us together. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I murmured, weakly clawing at his back for purchase as he emptied himself into me.
He continued to twitch and swell, while smaller orgasms rolled through me, making whatever was left of my reservations melt away. Kaelen whispered sweet words in my ear, brushing my sweaty hair to one side as he positioned me on his chest while we waited for his knot to go down.
