I finished first and then he did deep inside of me, bumping my cervix as he did.
A feral grin formed on his lips when he made me finish again that way. “Oh, they don’t give that to you, huh? They can’t please you—”
“Shut up,” I screamed as I enjoyed my pleasure. Once I was done, I realized he wasn’t happy and mentally winced. I gave him a soft kiss. “You being possessive is hot. You beingjealousand bringing up my past while I’m orgasming isn’t great.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Onyx isn’t yourpast.”
I frowned. “He’s not my—we’ve not had sex.”
Thorn chuffed. “He’s seen you naked, Sagan. I know that look when a man has seen a woman naked. It’s the same one I have looking at you.”
He didn’t give me a chance to reply, standing with me and thrusting hard so I had to move my arms around his neck for balance. Which is exactly what he wanted from the feral look in his eyes.
Thorn spread me wider—almost too wide—and drilled me. There was no other word for it. It was… He fucking drilled me in a way I’d never experienced before.
“You like this,” he grunted.
“Yes,” I admitted.
And then screamed it a few times along with his name.
Yes, I fucking loved it and would absolutely demand he fuck me like that again.
He brought me once more and then seemed to realize it was too much for me to keep going that way. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, but my hips are—I can’t stay—I’m not used to—”
“Don’t throw fuel on my fire. I want you not to be able to walk tomorrow and sore because I fucked you all night.”
Okay then.
“Bedroom.”
I pointed behind him and he brought me there.
He glanced around and let out a long breath. “All new, right? Only me?”
I swallowed loudly, a bit shocked with how far he was going with this. But I wasn’t going to lie and nodded.
“Good. I know you can’t promise no one else with this fucking contest, but at least you christened the bed with me. At least I had you in it first.”
I tried to say something, but really… What did you reply to that?
He climbed on the bed with me and moved me on my side. “Best fucking heat ever. You’re not a queen, but one of our goddesses.” He pushed my knee to my chest and then took me again.
It was different, more intimate, and he couldn’t seem to stop kissing and touching as much of me as he could. It was the best sex of my life.
The whole night was and I couldn’t believe it could even be like that. I didn’t even have the energy to do anything when we finished. I was so tired and just remembered thinking that I would get cleaned up in a few minutes.
Then I woke snuggled against his chest and his arm around me.
“Good morning,” I muttered when I saw he was staring down at me. “Did you just wake?”
“It’s been a bit,” he answered as I pushed my hair out of my face and sat up with the sheet covering me.
Something was off with him and it took me a minute to put it together. “You don’t remember?”
“No, just flashes and…” He sighed. “I think part of me wanted to show it was your heat and changing instead of feeling like my asshole uncle who uses his strength and status as Alpha to pressure women. I felt…”
