“Do you know how fucking perfect you are?” I growl against her lips, locked together.
“Was that… okay?” Val can’t catch his breath, but he’s desperate to ask.
Slowly, her eyes flutter open, and she smiles. “I like being gagged, alphas.”
Madre mía.
I drop my forehead to her shoulder. “She’s going to kill us.” She giggles softly, and I groan again. “With gags and giggles.”
She can’t stop laughing, especially when Val adds, “What a way to go.”
Kaiden
It’s been six days since Revea went into heat. Six. When I told her she’d need a week, that was my alpha talking, posturing. I didn’t realise he meant it.
It’s been a military operation, literally. Unbeknownst to us, Sylvan had already prepped for that. Preordered pre-made food, electrolyte drinks, and even installed a mini fridge in the nest. Meaning we only have to leave to heat up food and use the bathroom.
But now, Revea’s scent is changing, still ridiculously appealing, but softer, smoother. She’s coming to the end of her heat.
I nuzzle her throat, and that small touch is all it takes for her to rouse.
She turns, wide eyes filling with more green than I’ve seen in days.
“Hey.” She smiles.
I lose my breath. My mind stalls. I don’t understand what I did to deserve this. A pack, this heat, her.
But I’ll never take it for granted.
I’m kissing her before I even realise, our tongues slow and lazy. I grip her hips, bringing her up until she’s straddling me while the others sleep, practically passed out.
I know she’s exhausted, we all are, but I’m desperate to feel her like this, eye to eye, like the first time she took my knot.
We don’t speak as I ease her onto my cock, her eyes fluttering shut. I do all the work, moving her up and down with slow, deep thrusts, watching her face in awe as her mouth parts and her head tilts back.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Revea.
She’s so small in my hands, my thumb easily reaching her clit. Every action I perform is slow, measured. I’m taking my time. Indulging. Because I know that after she takes my knot, her heat will break. It needs to break. Her body needs time to recover, we all do, but...
Fuck, I don’t want this to end.
I place my nose to hers. “You ready?” I whisper.
She nods, tilting her head to brush my lips with hers.
I increase my pace, and she moves with me, matching every thrust until we’re panting.
She moans when part of my knot edges in. It isn’t as easy as the previous days, but that just makes us work harder for it, makes our groans turn into desperation as I crave to fill her.
“You can take it,” I reassure, kissing her lips, nipping her throat. “Just one more time for me.”
The praise seems to ease her enough for me to push in.
Her body tenses, locking around me, and I come with her mouth devouring mine.
I can’t move, the pleasure indescribable, yet Revea still tries with soft little shifts of her hips, taking everything from me as she rides out her orgasm, then slumps.
Her scent immediately changes, shifting back into its regular, alluring lull. I kiss her shoulders, her cheeks, anything I can reach while murmuring how perfect she is, how good she feels.
