I grab his hair, gyrating against his face and writhing around on the sheets. I take from him, completely lost to the sensation as he seems only too happy to oblige, judging by his muffled groans.
I rock against him until I suddenly come hard and fast, unraveling and soaking his face. He laps at my slick, determined not to waste a drop as I shudder in delight beneath him. Yet, as soon as I’m done, I’m already craving more.
“Fuck me, alpha,” I beg, jerking his head back with his hair. “Please.”
Clothes are hurled, streaming across my vision in a blur as he gets naked at record speed. My gaze hungrily travels down his toned limbs until it lands on his impressive cock.
“You’re so hard.” I’m in awe. It’s way bigger than any other dick I’ve seen before, and the tight muscles of his knot look to be visibly throbbing. “For me.”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” He positions himself on top of me, brushing the silky head of his cock against my entrance to wet it. “You’re fucking beautiful.” When he says it, I can’t help but believe it, especially when he’s rubbing against me like that. “You sure about this, Delilah?”
“Please.” I grip his shoulders. “I need a knot. I need…you.”
He thrusts into me in one quick movement, and I completely lose myself. So does he. His eyes roll back into his head as he fills me, a new primal energy taking over him like he’s beenpossessed. He pummels me into the soft blankets, making my breasts bounce with each of his aggressive bucks.
With euphoria flooding my veins, I claw at his back, my nails dragging deep enough to leave lasting marks, consumed by my overwhelming urge to have him closer. We’re joined together, yet it doesn’t feel close enough. I want him. All of him.
I surrender to the sensations, losing all sense of reality. Our breathing synchronizes as his cock teasingly rubs against my G-spot while his big knot flexes against my entrance, causing my pussy to douse him in my slippery syrup. The air is saturated with our scents, so thick with arousal that it’s like we’re fucking in the middle of a freaking bakery as my apple pie scent melds with his sweet chocolate and caramel notes. A winning combination. Exactly what was missing from my cupcakes earlier. If this isn’t a sign from the universe that this alpha is meant to be mine, then I don’t know what is.
He grunts with each motion, our bodies glistening with sweat as my curls stick to my forehead, and his hips slam into mine with the force of a freight train. As the wet, heavy impact makes my entire body tremble, all I can think about now is how much I want his teeth to sink into me. To make me his. I’ve never experienced such a strong reaction to another person, like the universe is drawing us together, and all we can do is succumb to it. We’re helpless.
James doesn’t just fuck me; he claims me. Every drive into me feels like he’s trying to brand me with his mark. This isn’t like any heat I’ve ever experienced. Usually, it’s all about having orgasms to get rid of the pain. Now, time itself seems to slow down.
His teeth grazing my shoulder have me gasping, jutting my hips from beneath as his knot expands and locks into place.
This is more than an orgasm. It’s a mind-bending experience. My pussy pulsates, tightening and clenching as he comes hard.His arms tremble as he empties a hot, thick load inside me, filling me with his seed while I grip onto him tightly, never wanting to let go.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me as he showers my face with little kisses. When he nuzzles against my wet cheek, I realize he was kissing tears off my face. I didn’t think it was possible to cry from sheer pleasure, but the total release is absolute bliss, like I’m shedding all the tension I’ve been holding onto for years.
In his arms, I feel like I can truly let go. That he’s got me. That he’s not going anywhere.
Quivering, James collapses down on top of me, totally spent. Still attached, all I hear is blood slamming against my eardrums as he buries his face into the nook of my neck, inhaling my scent glands before he strokes my face with a sweet tenderness that completely contrasts with his wild bulldozing a few moments before.
“Fuck…” He gazes down at me, his pupils gigantic. “I think you’re my scent match, Delilah.”
His knot pulses violently inside me in agreement, a lump in my throat rapidly growing as I fight to keep from sobbing. That explains everything—my emotions, the intensity between us, how freaking incredible it feels to be tied to him. Being locked by him is more than a physical connection; it’s spiritual too, bringing my entire existence into sharp focus. Nothing else matters but him. And us.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I think so too.”
This is the moment I’ve always dreamed of. My parents are scent matches, so I grew up in a loving household, surrounded by people who love the idea of fated mates. I’ve spent most of my life thinking up my happy ending, with my very own alpha Prince Charming. Admittedly, my fantasy version didn’t involve chasing cupcakes or getting into a car with a stranger, but whatcould possibly be better than finding the person who is destined to be mine? Perfect for me in every way?
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve asked my mom what it was like when she first met my dads and how she knew they were her matches. Asking what I was supposed to be looking out for, she always answered the same way. She told me I would just know. That when I found him—or them—I’d feel it deep in my bones. And with James, I do.
He smells like home. The fairytale ending I’ve been waiting for.
Or so I thought.
FOUR
Delilah
PRESENT DAY
I check my horoscope for the day as I do every morning.
Pisces- The past may be on your mind today, but keep your heart open to new possibilities. An exciting new chapter awaits.
Well, that sounds oddly optimistic, considering it’s Jagger’s first day as a student here. My hopes that he’d change his mind diminished the closer we got to this semester starting. Over the holidays, I was so swept up with the family festivities at home and making a magnificent gingerbread house that I almost forgot what would be waiting for me when I got back. Usually, I’m excited to return to SVU, but an alpha rockstar-shaped shadow has clouded my perspective.
