Another release hits me, the wave just as violent as the first one. Sweat beads at my forehead and drips down my spine while Ivan pounds into me, muttering filthy nonsense in my ear.
With a growl, I slip my tongue into his mouth, tasting his minty breath and apple flavors, nipping at his lip and needing more.
He can make me come as many times as he wants, but until I’m squeezing his knot and he’s locked inside of me, it won’t be enough.
And he knows that.
He has an iron will and is the most stubborn man I’ve ever met.
He’ll draw this out until I pass out begging for his knot, and I’ll love every minute of it.
“Get to three for me, and I’ll knot you,” he hisses, biting my earlobe gently. “I’ll knot you so deep that you’ll never get rid of me, that you won’t know what it feels like to not be attached to me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you squirt all over me again so I can stuff you with cum?”
Tears spill down my cheeks at his words, causing an emotional release so deep inside me that my limbs turn to jelly.
Everything is heightened with Ivan. All I can sense is him,Alpha, scent match.
When my third orgasm hits, and my cunt grips him so tightly he can’t move, he brings his mouth back to my mating gland and groans.
His cock inflates inside me, and I sob in relief.
My inner Omega is satiated for the time being, Ivan’s knot locked inside me, keeping us together. Pumps of his cum fill me, and he rocks us back and forth gently while I cry softly.
“Hey,” he whispers. “I’m here. Was that too much?”
But the tears are of relief. I shake my head. “No,” I whisper shakily. “I’m glad you’re here. Just stay with me.”
“Of course I’ll stay,” he murmurs, the timbre of his voice soothing my soul. “As long as you need. You’re safe here.”
The snow continues to fall outside, creating a beautiful flurry of white.
Who knows how long we’ll be stuck here?
The idea should be worrisome. My other two scent matches are close by, and they just heard me be taken by Ivan.
There is so much left to say, discussions to be had that need to happen sooner rather than later.
But for now, in this moment, I’m at peace.
The constant stream ofwhat ifis silenced.
I close my eyes and breathe Ivan in, his body weight a soothing, grounding presence.
I’ll worry about the rest when I wake up.
17
FANG
Logan lookslike he might throw up.
I might fucking throw up.
Maeve—my scent match—is in the other room, being knotted by herotherscent match.
I can hear it, I can smell it, and I might as well be tasting it with how thick the air is.
Her little cries, the moans she makes?—
