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Her scent filled that cabin until there was nothing else in the world.

Slick poured from her, soaking the sheets beneath her, coating my fingers the moment I slid them between her thighs.

She was so wet the sound was filthy, shameless. Everything in me rose up toward it and strained and wanted, and I kept hold of myself with both hands. Not out of reluctance. There was no reluctance anywhere in me. I kept hold of myself because she had put her trust in an Alpha for the first time in six years. I would have cut my own throat before I gave her cause to regret it.

So I asked.

For all of it, every step of the way. She answered me every time, sometimes with words and twice by taking my hand and moving it herself.

“Guy.”

“Tell me.”

“Stop asking and come here.”

I came there, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest and pushed me back until I was sitting against the headboard. Then she crawled down between my legs, locs falling over her shoulders, eyes locked on mine, and wrapped her fingers around my dick.

“Robin…”

“I want this first.”

She bent her head and took me into her mouth.

Hot. Wet. Perfect. She sucked me deep on the first pass, tongue working the underside, cheeks hollowed. The slick of her own want dripping down her thighs while she slobbered over my dick like she was starving for it. Spit ran down my shaft. She made wet, filthy sounds as she worked me, bobbing her head, taking me further each time until the head of my dick nudged the back of her throat and she moaned around it.

One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit; the other braced on my thigh while her hips rocked against nothing, desperate for friction.

I buried my fingers in her locs and groaned her name. She only took me deeper, eyes watering, throat fluttering, the mess of spit and precum shining on her lips every time she pulled back for air.

“Fuck…Robin…”

She pulled off with a wet pop, lips swollen, chin shiny, and looked up at me like she’d just claimed something.

“Now put it in me.”

I flipped her onto her back, shoved her thighs wide, and sank into her in one long, brutal thrust.

She was so slick the glide was effortless. Her pussy clenched around me instantly, hot and dripping. The wet sound of it filthy as I bottomed out.

She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders, and I felt her walls flutter and soak me even more.

“Guy…oh God…”

I fucked her hard. Deep. The old bedframe slammed the wall. Every thrust punched wet, obscene noises out of her cunt as more slick poured around my dick and soaked the sheets. Her legs locked around my waist. I drove into her until she was gasping my name on every stroke, until her scent was so thick I could taste it.

When my knot started to swell she felt it. Her eyes went wide, then darker.

“Yes…fucking knot me…please...”

I shoved in deep and locked. The knot ballooned inside her, stretching her open, sealing us together with a pressure so tight it made her scream.

Thick pulses of her orgasm ripped through her the second it locked; her pussy clamped down in rhythmic, desperate spasms, milking me, flooding around the base of the knot until it was dripping down my balls.

Fuck.

I came hard…

Long, heavy ropes of come pumping straight into her, filling her, flooding her womb while the knot held every drop inside. She kept coming around me, shaking, sobbing my name, her slick and my seed mixing until she was completely soaked.