“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “There’s a lot happening inside.”
I don’t know how to elaborate. My inner Alpha is there, wanting to take over, but I’m not sure how to relinquish control. I’m still terrified of messing this up, of leaving her with a memory of our first time being less than what it should be.
“I trust you,” she says. “I trust you,Alpha.”
Then, she’s kissing me again, and my trembling subsides.
She tastes like chamomile, like the tea I can’t drink anymore because everything in my life reminds me of her. I swallow her moans in my mouth, drunk on every sound she makes, my heart hammering in my chest.
My cock is hard as steel, angrily demanding attention through my pants. I’ve ignored the strain until now, but all the blood from my brain seems to flowing down there, instead.
“You’re still dressed,” she murmurs, pulling away and lying back down. Her plump breasts are on display, and I marvel at her naked body, still in disbelief at what I’m seeing.
Her skin is flushed and pink forme.
She’s aroused and soaked forme.
“Knot me, Logan,” she whispers, running a hand down her stomach and to her slit. “Please.”
Something inside me snaps when she begins to slowly rub her clit. I undress, folding my clothes quickly and placing them on the floor. Then, I slowly crawl on top of her, my tongue in her mouth again. My cock brushes against her entrance and she lets out a startled cry.
“Was that okay?” I ask quickly. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she breathes. “No, I need more.”
I let out a shaky breath.
Slowly, I line myself up with her entrance, shuddering at the slickness there.
I still for a moment, holding my breath.
Then, I slowly push in, watching her face carefully.
“You have to tell me if it’s too much,” I beg. “Please.”
“I trust you,” she whispers, face scrunching in pleasure. “I trust you,Alpha.”
Inch by inch, I fill her, holding myself up with my hands while her cunt swallows my cock.
There’s a slight resistance, and I still, unsure whether to go further.
“Oh,” she gasps against my lips. “Oh, you’rehuge.”
I groan and close my eyes, pained.
“That doesn’t meanstop moving,” she chuckles breathlessly. “It means give me more. I can take it. We’re meant for each other, remember?”
My throat rumbles with a growl, and I gently push in all the way until I bottom out inside her.
It steals the breath from my lungs, and I struggle to stay upright and not collapse on top of her.
Her moan echoes throughout the room, and her cunt walls flutter around me, tight and torturous.
“We’re meant for each other,” I repeat, moving my hips slowly. “You’re…you’remine.”
It’s the first time I’ve said those words to anyone. The first time I’ve accepted the truth about who Maeve is to me.
She’s my Omega.
