Oh, fuck.I shrugged off my pants in record time before lowering myself over her, pinning her to the bed with my weight. I rolled my hips so the length of my throbbing cock slid through her slick folds, the head catching on her clit with every pass until she was mewling. How easy it would be to just glide in exactly where I wanted to be.
Easy. Go slow.She needed this to be gentle, even if her heat was demanding otherwise. I had to show her what it meant to be cherished.
I continued to grind against her as my tongue laved the firm bud of her nipple. I flicked it back and forth before sucking the entire thing into my mouth, hard. The sweet moans she made told me all I needed to know. I bit down softly until her back arched, then kissed all around, leaving a trail of red marks in mywake. I wanted her covered in them. I wanted every inch of her marked as mine.
“Kenai, please…it hurts.”
“Use your words, Sylvie. I’ll give you whatever you need.”
“Need you…inside…” Her pants broke up the words, and the truth was, I couldn’t wait anymore either.
I shifted her thighs apart with my knee, and she complied easily. I leaned on one forearm and guided myself to notch at her entrance. Her hips rose to meet me, desperate. But I didn’t move, as much as I wanted to. Instead, I kissed her, soft and questioning, until her lips parted and she welcomed me in.
As her tongue rolled against mine, I sank into her in one slow, deep stroke. I tried to memorize the perfect moan she made, the way it felt as her velvety heat stretched around me, holding me tight.
But the rut I’d been holding back broke through the last of my restraint. I snapped my hips back and into her, and she cried out my name.
“That’s it. Stop thinking. Just feel what I’m doing to you,” I rasped against her ear, and my good omega did. I watched her unravel, letting down that barrier she’s had up since we’d met, and it almost had me undone as well.
With every thrust of my hips against hers, she let out the most beautiful sounds, moving with me, taking me even deeper.
Her hands came up to frame my face, and the gesture was so tender it made my chest ache. Our eyes locked, and in that moment I saw everything—the fear she was pushing past, the trust she was offering despite every instinct screaming at her to protect herself, the raw vulnerability of letting someone see her completely undone.
“I see you,” I whispered, my forehead pressed to hers as I moved inside her. “I see all of you, Sylvie. Every brilliant, stubborn, beautiful part of you. And I’m not going anywhere.”
A tear slipped down her cheek, and she pulled me into a kiss that tasted like cinnamon and a winter’s first snow. And gods help me, I was falling into her just as hard, just as deep, knowing that after this moment, nothing would ever be the same.
She started to flutter around me, and her nails dug into my shoulders. “I can feel you getting close. I’ve got you. I promise I’ve got you.”
She shifted her hips, and I snaked my hand between our bodies, my fingers pinching her clit.
There—right there. That was the spot that made her forget to be scared. That made her arch into me instead of pulling away.
My omega. Mine to protect, mine to pleasure, mine to?—
Wait.Fuck.
She was perfect, and I could feel my knot starting to swell, every part of me wanting to claim her, to seal this bond that called to me louder than my own racing heart. But I pulled back, my thrusts shallower. She whimpered.
“What are you doing?” The need and desperation in her voice were thick, and it made me want to slam into her, knot her and never let go.
“My body is trying to knot you. That’s when?—”
She looked between us, and her eyes went wide. “Will that fit?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You were made for this, omega.”
She bit her lip, and I twitched as her pupils grew wide and hungry.
“Do it.”
“Sylvie…” Gods, how I wanted to. “If I do now, with the rut, with…how I feel…I might not be able to stop the bond.”
She slowed her hips, just for a moment. The truth was, the bond was already there, and I knew her next words were the most vulnerable she’d spoken in a long time.
“I want you. I want…I want to be yours. Will you stay, Kenai? No matter what happens?”
“I’ll stay, Sylvie. Bond or no bond, I’m yours—until the last embers of winter magic die out.”
