His hands tore at her nightgown, and she heard fabric rip. Then cool air hit her overheated skin, and she was bare beneath him, exposed, her nipples pebbled and aching.
He pulled back to look at her, and his eyes went molten gold.
"Look at you." His voice was gravel and smoke. "So beautiful. So ready for me." His hand traced down her body, over theswell of her breast, across her stomach, down to the slick mess between her thighs. "You're dripping, omega. All this for me?"
"Yes." The word came out as a whine. "It's been... all day... I couldn't stop..."
"Couldn't stop getting wet for your alpha?" His fingers slid through her folds, gathering slick, and she cried out at the contact. "That's good. That's exactly right. Your body knows who it belongs to."
She should have bristled at that. Should have reminded him she didn't belong to anyone. But his fingers were circling her clit, spreading the wetness around, and she couldn't think about anything except how good it felt.
"More," she gasped, her hips rolling against his hand. "I need more."
"I know what you need." He slid one finger inside her, and she gasped at the intrusion. "But I'm going to make sure you're ready first. I'm bigger than you've ever had, omega. I need to open you up."
A second finger joined the first, stretching her, and she moaned. It was good. So good. But not enough. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, trying to pull them deeper.
"Greedy little omega." He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them to hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. "Your cunt is sucking at my fingers. Trying to pull them in. Is this what you've been dreaming about? Being filled up?"
"Yes." She was beyond shame now. "Yes, I need to be filled. Please, Anatole, I need your cock."
He growled, low and possessive, and added a third finger. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, her body opening for him, making room.
"You're so tight." His voice was strained. "So wet and tight and perfect. You're going to feel incredible around my cock."
She grabbed at his shirt, yanking. "Off. I need to feel you."
He withdrew his fingers, and she whimpered at the loss. But then he was stripping off his shirt, and she forgot to breathe.
He was massive. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a chest covered in dark hair that trailed down his stomach to disappear into his breeches. The scar across his chest was brutal and old, a reminder of the curse's origin. But it didn't make him less beautiful. Nothing could make him less beautiful.
He stood to shove his breeches down, and her breath caught.
His cock was huge. Long and thick and flushed dark with blood, the head already leaking. At the base, she could see the slight swelling where his knot would form. He was bigger than she'd imagined, bigger than anything she'd ever seen, and a thrill of fear mixed with her desperate need.
"I..." She swallowed hard. "I don't know if I can..."
"You can." He crawled back over her, caging her beneath his body. "You were made for me, omega. Your body will take me. All of me." He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. "Trust me."
She reached up and cupped his face in her hands. His curse mark was rough against her palm. His golden eyes were wild, desperate, but underneath the hunger, she could see him. The man, not just the wolf. The man who was shaking with the effort of holding back.
"I trust you," she said. "I want this. I want you."
He pushed inside her.
The stretch was overwhelming. He was so big, filling her completely, pushing into places nothing had ever reached. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body struggling to accommodate him.
"That's it." His voice was ragged. "Take it. Take all of me." He pushed deeper, inch by impossible inch, until finally his hips were flush against hers and he was buried to the hilt. "Good omega. You took all of me."
She couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. She was so full, impossibly full, stretched around him in ways she hadn't known were possible.
"Anatole." His name came out broken. "Please. Move."
He moved.
Long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. He pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in, hard and deep, and she cried out with every movement. The pleasure was overwhelming, building in waves, each thrust pushing her higher.
"That's it," he growled. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good my cock feels inside you."
