My own moans joined his.
He spoke between frantic breaths. “Please. You can move.”
Slowly, I began to withdraw. His channel gripped me, undulating around me. I’d never felt anything like it.
I watched my own cock, shining with his slick, retreat halfway. That was as far as I got before the urge to be all the way inside him overwhelmed me again. I pressed in with a flick of my hips, then pulled slowly out. I did this over and over, watching my cock go in and out of his hole. Every part of my body sang. My skin shivered but not from cold. It was pure excitement. My hips moved faster until I was pounding into him.
He groaned and canted his hips high to invite more.
My thumb pressed against one soft ass cheek, holding it open, but he was already wide open for me. Needing it. Wanting it. Something I had convinced myself, from what I knew of him, he’d never enjoy.
My balls slammed against those cheeks. Everything turned hot and quivery. My body ceased to be my own and seemed possessed by something else, something that called, claimed, bred, loved.
Love?
It sounded right and I had already gone too far over the edge to question it. My orgasm was climbing, sending pre-echoes of what was to come through my limbs, my blood, my brain. The sensation flew up higher and higher until it came apart in a flood of light. My cock thrust one more time and began to pump its liquid inside him.
I lowered my body to his, slipping my arms under his back, bringing us chest to chest as I came in long, hard bursts. In my euphoria, I cried out his name, my teeth scraping against his exposed neck.
I felt Cassius’s hard cock press my stomach. Warmth flooded between us as he came again.
I heard myself. It sounded like I was sobbing. It sounded like I was saying, “I didn’t know,” on some sort of repetitive loop. Then I began to knot.
During sex with alphas, knotting was rare. I’d experienced it only a handful of times in my life with another alpha, all those times when I was younger.
Cassius’s arms went around my shoulders. He pressed tight, holding me. But wait. I was supposed to be holding him, comforting him.
With my full knot inside him now, my muscles went limp. Knowing I was too heavy, I tried to roll us both on our sides, facing him that was too awkward. Cassius held on. Even his bent knees gripped my hips.
The knot sent me into untold realms of ecstasy as I heard Cassius say softly, “Yes, knot me, alpha. Knot me.”
When my knot receded and my senses returned, I breathed out a whisper. “Gods have mercy, little wolf.”
His face was buried in the crook of my neck.
I freed one hand to cup his face and force him to look at me. “Are you all right?”
“Better.” The answer was immediate.
“Better?”
“Better than all right.” His eyes were still glazed and dreamy.
I gently pulled out of him, rolling to his side and bringing him with me. He allowed it, curling into me, his skin hot where it met mine. I put my face into his hair and rubbed at the softness.
“Will you—will you do that again?” came a soft voice.
The sound, the touch, the meaning of the words sent a new rush through my body. “Tell me anything you need and I’ll do it.”
“Because I’m in heat?”
“Yes. And no.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your heat just began. I would do anything for you at any time, period.”
His cheek rubbed my chest and he sighed, breath floating warm across my skin. “Including rent me for eight mil?”
