Because I don’t want this to hurt. I want her to feel good. To take my knot with pleasure that never ends.
By the time I’m satisfied with her blissed-out state, she’s practically unconscious from the ecstasy rippling through her veins. However, her eyes come alive as I crawl over her and remove my shirt.
She reaches for me, but I push her hand away. “You can touch me after I knot you,” I tell her. “Otherwise, I’ll explode in your hand, and that’s not going to work for either of us.”
I’m almost as keyed up as she is, my dick so damn hard that I have to work to ensure I don’t accidentally hurt myself as I unzip my pants.
The fabric is coated in blood.
As am I.
But Caja doesn’t seem to notice or care. So I don’t care either.
I just want to be inside her.
Rut her.
Fuckher.
She whines as I leave the bed to finish shedding my clothes. I growl in response, making her even wetter between her legs, all while reminding her that I’m in charge here. I’m her Alpha. And as her Alpha, I will take care of her.
When I kneel on the bed again, she gazes up at me with eyes that are obsidian in color. I see her wolf. I see Caja. I seeeverything.
And in kind, she sees me.
My pronounced length.
My throbbing knot.
My tightening muscles.
She takes me all in, then licks her lips and spreads her legs in invitation.
I know this is her first time, her first heat, but my tesoro is a natural in bed. She knows exactly how to entice me.
Or maybe it’s just her.
My little treasure.
“Gods, I can’t wait to be inside you,” I tell her as I crawl over her prone form. “It’ll hurt, tesoro, but only for a moment. Then I’ll make you feel so fucking good that you’ll forget your own name.”
She stares up at me, her trust-filled gaze making my heart feel like it’s about to explode.
This female has fully embraced our mating, relying entirely on her wolf to guide her. And something about that is so fucking endearing that I can’t help but pause and admire her inner strength.
I press my lips to hers, praising her with a silent kiss.
Very good, mi tesoro,I think at her.You’re so damn good.
She can’t hear me; our bonds don’t work that way. But I know she can sense my emotions, can feel the pride bursting inside me every time I look at her. My admiration. Mydevotion.
And I can sense her returning each emotion in kind.
She trusts me. Truststhis. And it’s the most precious fucking gift that I can’t help but thank her with my tongue.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I kiss her harder. Then she stills as my cock nudges her entrance. I can’t imagine how big I feel to her, my bulbous head nearly the size of her fist.
But her body is made for this.For me.
