“Look at all that sweet slick waiting for me.” He rubs his cock against my entrance then halts. “Are you really sure this is what you want?”
I know he’s talking about more than just fucking me.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Claim me.”
He slides into me in a long deliberate stroke that makes me appreciate every single inch of him. My walls vibrate, and my skin feels hypersensitive. Up close, I soak in every exquisite detail of his face from the barely there freckles over his nose, the slightly darker navy rim of his irises, and the light sheen of sweat glossing his broad shoulders when he thrusts.
“Big,” I groan. “You’re so big.”
He smirks proudly. “Do you want the rest of it?”
“Uh-huh.” Every synapse in my body lights up as he pushes another inch inside me. “I want all of you.”
His pace quickens with reckless abandon as my pussy tightens around him, getting closer to release. When he leans down, his mouth caressing my neck with gentle kisses, my entire body tightens, waiting with anticipation.
His knot engorges, pulsating erratically as if it knows what’s coming.
Then it happens.
Nash locks in place at the exact moment his canines pierce my skin.
It’s over quickly—a sharp burst of pain followed by the most knee-trembling ecstasy I’ve ever experienced. It’s as if my body has been shot straight into the sun, catapulting me to dizzying pleasure. An orgasm racks my body, writhing while letting out noises that I didn’t think were humanly possible. A warmth radiates from the bite spot, like a fire is rushing through my veins, overwhelming in the most incredible way.
Nash’s hips shudder. He’s locked in place, but he still moves as much as he can while his knot buzzes and his cum blasts into me.
“Delilah.” My name comes between breaths, turning his head to give me access to his neck. “I want your mark.”
I don’t know what to do. I’d never really considered this part of the process before. Luckily, my omega instincts take over. Without thinking, I grab my alpha’s neck and bite him, holding on and sucking hard just to make sure that I’ve definitely left my mark behind.
Nash groans, his body sagging on top of mine, succumbing to the rapture. When I finally release my teeth, I notice my bite mark is surrounded by the largest hickey I’ve ever seen. Perhaps I was a little too enthusiastic, but it’s so hot to see it on him. My mark. On my alpha.
Pride courses through me, like electricity. I can feel my own happiness, but I sense something else too… Nash’s emotions—his happiness, his bliss, his relief.
Imagine multiplying the pleasure of one orgasm a hundred times over; that’s the level of intensity that comes from bonding. The sheer force of it has my pussy clenching as I climax once again, whimpering as wave after wave of satisfaction radiates through me.
Both of our chests heave as he holds the weight of his body on his elbows so he doesn’t completely crush me.
“That was…” He can’t seem to find the words.
“I know…” I gasp. “We really did it.”
“We did.” He grins before licking over my new claim mark. The tip of his tongue gliding over the wound tickles and sends a lightning bolt of lust shooting straight between my legs. “Is it sensitive?”
“A little.” I bite my lip. “In a good way.”
“I can…” He stares at me in wonderment. “Feel you. I didn’t… I didn’t think it would feel like this.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it.” He kisses my nose. “It’s just…” His surprise, his confusion, and his joy hit me, then I’m hit by an all-consuming surge of love. “Whoa.”
Still attached, we maneuver to a side-lying position. I drape my leg over his muscular thigh, clinging to him. This is my happy place, and right now, I can’t ever imagine being parted from him.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” He holds me close.
We lay there for the longest time, reveling in our new connection. In addition to hearing from Faye and Kady about their experiences, I read about and thought I’d readied myself for what being bonded to an alpha feels like. But nothing could have prepared me for this feeling of… utter completeness. It’s like when I’m crocheting a blanket and connecting two corresponding squares—they slot perfectly into place, side-by-side, like they were made to be together.
But whenever the thought of leaving him rises…
