“Slater, I can’t—I’m going to?—”
“Then come,” he commands against me. “Let me taste it.”
And I do. I climax with a scream that echoes off the stone walls, my thighs clamping around his head involuntarily, my whole body convulsing with the force of it.
He works me through it relentlessly, his tongue and fingers not stopping until I’m pushing weakly at his shoulders, completely oversensitive and overwhelmed.
When he finally pulls back, his face is glistening with my arousal, and the satisfied, almost feral smirk on his lips is absolutely wicked.
“Delicious,” he says, licking his lips slowly. “Even better than I imagined. I could spend days between your legs and never get tired of your taste, little Omega.”
“You’re going to kill me,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“Not kill. Just thoroughly wreck.” He drags me down into the water with him, the heated liquid enveloping us both, and I hiss slightly at the temperature change.
He kisses me then, deep and demanding and possessive, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It should be embarrassing, should make me pull away, but instead it’s incredibly hot. Knowing he just devoured me and now he’s kissing me like he owns me.
When we finally break apart, both breathing hard, he cups my face with one large hand, his thumb stroking my cheekbone with surprising gentleness.
“I’m going to make sure you never go anywhere again without knowing you’re part of a pack,” he says, his voice intense and serious. “Our pack. That you belong with us. To us. That you’re ours and we’re yours.”
My chest squeezes so tight it almost hurts. “I think I could get very used to that.”
“Good.” His thumb traces my lower lip, tugging it down slightly. “But I’m definitely going to need significantly more of that earlier groveling. That was a spectacular start, but I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.”
I laugh despite how thoroughly wrecked I already feel. “Greedy Alpha.”
“You have absolutely no idea how greedy I can get.” He moves to sit on the interior stone ledge built into the tub, the water coming up to his chest, and pulls me with him effortlessly. “Come here.”
He positions me on his lap, my back to his chest, and I can feel his erection hard and insistent against my lower back. Still ready and wanting me.
How is he this hard after what we just did?
“I need you,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot on my sensitive skin. “Need to be inside you. Been wanting this since the moment I saw you on that ferry.”
“Yes,” I breathe, beyond coherent thought. “Please.”
He reaches between us, gripping himself, positioning his shaftat my entrance, and so slowly it’s almost torture, he begins to lower me onto him.
I gasp sharply at the immediate stretch. He’s huge, thick and long, and even as wet and ready as I am, even after everything we’ve already done, it takes time. My body protests slightly at the intrusion.
He’s patient, though, his hands steady and sure on my hips, letting me adjust inch by inch, not forcing or rushing.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice strained. “Take your time. Take all of me. You can do it.”
“You’re so big,” I whimper, overwhelmed. “I don’t know if I can?—”
“You can take it because you’re made for me.” His voice is dark confidence. “Your body knows it even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet. Feel how perfectly you’re stretching around me? How your body is welcoming me in?”
He’s right. Despite the intense stretch and feeling impossibly full, my body is accepting him. Welcoming him as if he belongs there.
When I’m finally seated on his lap, filled to absolute capacity, we both groan long and low.
“Fuck, Anita,” he breathes raggedly. “You feel incredible. So tight and hot. So perfect wrapped around me, sucking down on my cock.”
I’m trembling violently, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. Possessed. I feel impossibly small against him. Surrounded entirely by his heat, his strength, his sheer size.
He gently pushes my wet hair off my shoulder, almost tenderly, pressing soft kisses along the exposed skin. One of his hands comes up to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple with maddening lightness. The other hand slides down between my legs, finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
