My hips soon joined his in the oldest of rhythms. Back and forth. Back and forth. In and out. Aaallll the way in, all the way out. Soon, that pace accelerated and was punctuated by Ethan’s grunts each time his body fully joined with mine. Crude, slapping sounds emanated from my center as he slammed away inside of it.
Teeth bared, Ethan began to growl as he neared his own end. “I’m close,” he groaned, his hands pinning my hips as he reamed my core like someone drilling for oil. “Are you ready to cum, Millie? Are you going to take my knot like a good omega should?”
I wanted his knot so bad I could taste it. “Yes!” I shouted, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts, all fear about his size forgotten. “Give it to me, Alpha! Please, I need your knot inside of me to cum!” The borrowed term seemed to drive him wild with lust.
“Fuck, yes! I am your alpha!” The cords of Ethan’s neck stood out as he growled, “Take my knot! Take all of it!” He roared, driving inside so deep it felt as though his cock was entering my womb.
Ethan went still and his knot began to inflate. The pressure became immense almost immediately, filling my passage to the breaking point.
A hot flood of his cum machine-gunned into my pussy then, dumping what felt like gallons of fluid into me in mere seconds. The second it splashed inside my core, I began to spasm in an insta-orgasm that had me seeing multi-colored stars and fireworks.
I joined my alpha’s shout of release as our bodies locked together as one. That’s when I felt it. A sharp sting on my wrist, which Ethan had wrenched over my head and was currently suckling. It aggressively intensified the pleasure of my already mind-blowing release.
Ethan’s fangs, which had grown to sharp points before he’d knotted me, sliced through the delicate skin. Blood, hot and sticky, like the slick between my legs, trickled onto the pillow behind me.
We remained like this for several minutes, until Ethan’s knot began to deflate. At that point, he released my arm and began to lave the open wound with his raspy tongue.
My heart and lungs were still recovering when Ethan rolled to the side, allowing me to breathe without his added weight. I would have preferred the oxygen deprivation over the separation any day of the week.
We didn’t stay separate for long. Ethan pulled me into his arms and tucked my head into the crux of his neck, and I immediately snuggled in deep.
“How are you doing with all of this?” He asked, as I breathed in his smell like a sommelier might sniff the rarest and finest bottle of wine.
I chewed that question over for a moment. “I don’t know, honestly. The sex, well, it was great.” I blushed so red, I could have moonlighted as a fire engine. Glad that my face was out of Ethan’s view, I added, “Better than great, actually. It was spectacular!”
Ethan chuckled. “I’m glad to hear it, but I can do better. Now that I know what you should have told me before we started.” Tilting my head back so we could stare into each other’seyes, he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin, Millie?”
My breath hitched in my throat and my heart rate picked back up again. “I was going to say something,” I admitted, shame faced. “But I was embarrassed by my lack of experience, and it all felt so good that I kind of ran out of time.”
Ethan quirked a brow at me. “There can’t be any secrets between us, Millie. That’s not how a mate bond works.”
I really should have inquired about this earlier, but when was there time for a conversation like that? I guess now was as good a time as any. “What is a mate bond, exactly?”
“A mate bond isn’t just about affection, Millie. It’s about a soul-deep connection that keeps a pair united for life,” he explained with passion.
“Like a marriage?” I pressed, loving the idea of Ethan and I being connected for life.
“No, not like a marriage. It goes far deeper than the law of humans. A mate bond is akin to soulmates, Millie. Only death can sever the tie,” Ethan spoke solemnly.
Biting my lower lip, I built up the courage to ask, “And you’re okay with that? Being bonded with me for life?”
Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, Ethan nodded. “We would have been connected for life no matter what, Princess. Before all of this happened, I would have given my life for you. Now, I’d willingly surrender my soul as well. Needless to say, I’ve no regrets about what we just did. How about you?”
My heart beat double time in my chest as our gazes met andheld. “No regrets,” I admitted in a strong voice. “I only want to know one thing?”
“What’s that?” Ethan queried.
Smiling ear to ear, I coyly asked, “When do we get to do it again?”
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I panicked for a moment, thinking I’d been abandoned after sex like so many of my friends had told me they’d experienced after sharing a wild night with a guy.
That’s when I realized how irrational that fear was. I was in Ethan’s bed, which was in his house. Unless the man was willing to abandon his hand-crafted cabin after a one-nighter, my fear of abandonment was absolutely ludicrous.
I didn’t have any clothes, so I slipped out of bed and found one of Ethan’s t-shirts in his closet to slip into.
Semi-covered, I stepped out into the hallway that had a mezzanine balcony that overlooked the kitchen. Though I couldn’t see him, I could hear Ethan bustling about preparing something for us to eat. That was perfect, because I was starving after all the calories the two of us had burned last night.
Padding down the stairs, I tip-toed into the kitchen. No matter how quiet I tried to be, Ethan heard me and said, “I hope you like meat. We tend to eat a lot of it around here.”
