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“You’re tight,” he muttered, his expression perplexed as he continued the slow slide until he was seated completely up to his knot.
I’d taken a knot once before, but the memory was one that I’d spent four years trying to forget, so I pushed it out of the way in favor of focusing on how full Wiz’s cock made me feel.
It was thicker than I’d first thought it would be when my hands wrapped around it earlier. Now it stretched me, his knot gently spreading my entrance wider before retreating as he pulled back for his first thrust.
Once he’d bottomed out again, Wiz’s head shot up suddenly, his dark eyes hazy and his cheeks flushed. “Can I just go for it?”
“I was hoping you would,” I teased, giving in to the urge to give the tip of his nose a playful tap.
Without further ado, his hips slammed forward roughly, chasing all thoughts from my mind but the friction between us that was being stoked.
The pace he set was almost punishing, a complete contrast to the sweet demeanor he’d given off, and oh gods was it toe-curlingly good.
It’d been a few months since the last time I’d slept with anyone, so the craving for it had been steadily increasing already, but everything about the alpha above me made me want to never go without it again.
Wiz’s lips left mine and trailed along my neck, his arms pulling me up off the bed so I was pretty much hanging from his body with my back bowed in a half-moon as we writhed together.
“Sweet heavens,” I said with an unabashed moan as my legs curled around his ass and urged him on.
The tingling of the orgasm that he’d nearly given me earlier was starting up again and I found my eyes fluttering shut as I nearly nibbled a hole in my lip trying to fend it off for a little bit longer and failing entirely.
My scream echoed off of the walls as I came, my insides clutching at Wiz’s thick length.
I was still twitching when he pulled out and flipped me over so that my ass was in the air.
“Give me a second,” I moaned, reaching back to push at his stomach as he slid deep inside again. The angle of the new position brought the head of his cock right up against one of my sensitive spots and the flutters started again despite never really stopping in the first place.
“Nope,” Wiz growled, curling over my back as his fingers gripped my hips hard and he slammed into me again, every nerve ending in my body lighting up as we made synchronous growls of pleasure. “I’m going to pull every possible orgasm I can from you tonight.”
Then his lips were next to my ear, “And then I’m going to get some more from you after that, just for fun.”
My entire body shuddered with anticipation.
After that, the next couple of hours were a hazy flash of writhing bodies, pants, moans, and the occasional growl.
By the time I felt myself come to and realize that we’d both been thrown into a rut, I was lazily riding him, his cock still rock hard inside of my tender, slightly sore pussy. Feathers floated around us from a few of the shredded pillows, decorating the bed in a thin layer of soft down.
Wiz’s entire body was flushed pink as our tongues entwined in a gasping kiss and his eyes were only half-open as he looked up at me.
“How long have we been at this?” I asked hoarsely, my entrance fluttering weakly, and I reached down to give his overly swollen knot a squeeze.
Wiz’s head lolled to the side so he could look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Three hours or so?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a rut,” I told him, sucking in a breath as he came inside of me, warm spreading from his condomless cock. “When did we stop using condoms?”
“When we went through the whole box, at least, I think that’s when. It’s all kind of a blur,” Wiz confessed, holding up the empty box and shaking it to show me that we had in fact gone through it all. Tied off condoms were strewn about on the bed around us, attesting to the fact that we’d both been victims of an alpha rut. “I’ve never felt like that before.”
I frowned as I lifted myself off of his finally softening length, making a noise as a gush of his seed leaked and began to trickle down my thighs. “You’ve never been in a rut?”
Wiz sat up, his arms shaking as he rested on his elbows and reached for some tissues to help clean the both of us up. “No. Not like that. I’ve mostly slept with betas up to this point.”
The confession was sheepishly said as he gently wiped away the excess moisture, the tissue making my insides jump as he brushed past my too-sensitive clit.
“So I’m your first?” I asked, my voice odd even to my own ears. On one hand, the instinctual part of me liked that I was the first person to tip the man in front of me into a rut. My inner alpha was pleased as fuck with herself and was urging me to bite the fuck out of him and really mark him as mine even if it wouldn’t stick.
But the rational, and frankly fucked up, version of myself was panicking at the realization.
I was a no strings attached kind of gal, and taking a man’s first rut felt very string-like. Especially seeing as there was a high likelihood that he was going to be traded to the Stallions in the coming months.
