“Yes,” I breathed, as he began to add pressure that built until the discomfort began to fractionally overtake the pleasure.
“Good girl,” he complimented, his voice taking on a gravelly quality as he breached the knotted ring of muscle. “You’re doing so well, omega. I knew you’d take my fat cock, because you were made for it.”
I was. I really was.
The stubborn muscle finally capitulated and expanded enough for Ethan to bypass all barriers and slide smoothly into the hot, dark canal of my body. It pinched and burned, but it also made my tummy flutter and my clit tingle for more.
“Tease your beautiful pussy, baby,” he ordered me, and I instantly complied. I wanted to cum so bad and had been so close before he pulled out of me seconds ago.
Reaching between my legs, I began to massage the engorged, over stimulated button and instantly I was on the precipice of oblivion.
“Fuck, I can feel your ass tighten up the closer you get to coming,” Ethan groaned, as a shiver of pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed up his spine. “You keep that up, Princess, and I’m going to fill you all the way up with my cum.”
That’s what I wanted. Slowing my fingers, I began to tease myself as Ethan began to full-on stroke my ass. It started out slow at first, but soon he was moving faster and with more confidence when he was sure I could handle it. Soon, he was pounding his huge dick into my tight ass, and I was fighting not to scream with the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure.
“Ethan,” I warned on a gasp, as I played with my clit, “I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. I want you to come with me.”
My mate’s hands bit down on my waist with eager anticipation. “Then come for me, Millie. I can’t wait to fill my mate’s body with my seed.”
A few more strokes and I went off like a bomb. Strangled, nonsensical sounds streamed from my lips as my body absorbed the endless waves of pleasure that emanated in my pussy, but were somehow echoing throughout my whole body, including my ass.
My channel clamped down on Ethan’s cock with so much force I heard him hiss. In a predictable chain reaction of events, his muscles locked, his back arched, and his knot swelled. Not thinking it was humanly possible to fit something so large into a hole that small, my mate savagely slammed his knot inside me, effectively locking us together as one.
Once fully seated, his seed poured out into me like an undammed river. The instant it filled me, I began to cum all over again, hovering between heaven and hell, as I was stretched to my absolute max. When he bit down on my neck, it increased the sensations tenfold.
If we would have been human, I think this level of pleasure and pain would have killed us. Because we were shifters, we’d developed some extra special ability to withstand extremes. But even with our supernatural strengths, we were both left awed in the wake of this powerful, once in a lifetime experience.
Later, after we’d both showered and packed for our flight the next morning, Ethan held me in his arms. Kissing my temple, he said, “I love you, Millie. I hope you know that I’ll protect you until my last breath.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, which he quickly whisked away. I’d waited so long to hear him say those words, and now I might never hear them again because of Osyrius and the Tupilaq pack.
“I love you, too, Ethan,” I returned, holding him so close, I could no longer discern his heartbeat from mine. “Before we leave for Alaska, there’s one promise I want you to make to me.”
“Anything,” he repeated back to me, sincerity and love emanating from his every pore.
“Kill Osyrius as soon as you have the chance. Don’t be noble or kind, Ethan. End it quickly so we can come home and start our lives together the way we were always meant to.”
“Yes, Princess,” my mate dutifully answered.
Placing a possessive leg over mine to soothe both me and my fears, he began to lull me to sleep with his familiar purr that I loved nearly as much as the man himself.
The flight to Alaska was long and quiet. By the time we deboarded the plane, I felt the tension swirling around the men in our group like a heavy snow, weighing each one of us down in our own way.
Gavin didn’t join us on this trip. Ethan asked him to man the flagship back home because he didn’t want the ware to lose the good job he’d gotten him. We all knew better. My mate simply didn’t want to embroil the young man in this fight if he didn’t have to, something I agreed with implicitly.
Logan wasn’t with us either. He’d disappeared from the cabin, not even bothering to send Ethan a text about why he’d gone or if he was coming back. My gut said the man was in the wind because he was afraid of tussling with the Tupilaqs. The fact that he’d packed all his belongings and hadn’t returned my mate’s texts told me everything I needed to know about the selfish ware.
We’d booked a room in Newt. It was a few towns over from Ibu, where the Tupilaqs resided in a sort of compound/gated community hybrid they’d built a few decades back. With each succeeding generation of wares, they’d added on to it, showcasing their power and strength to the other packs with every new square foot they accrued.
As soon as we got to the hotel, we headed upstairs to our rooms. Since we weren’t staying long, and the motel was small, Ethan had only been able to book two of them. Stark, Flint, and Colt were sharing one, while Ethan and I were sharing the other.
Ethan’s phone rang just as we were walking through our motel door. The look on my mate’s face told me he knew this wasn’t a social call. It had to do with business. Pack business. Namely, the Tupilaqs.
Ethan didn’t say anything when he put it on speaker phone. Osyrius, cocky as ever, did enough talking for the both of them.
“I see you made it,” the ware growled over the line. “And you brought my omega with you. I guess even a mutt like you can follow simple instructions if given the right incentive.”
“Where and when?” Ethan replied, his tone low and clipped, clearly not in the mood for small talk.
