"Micah—" I sobbed, my hands fisting in the sheets, my thighs trembling. "Oh God, oh fuck?—"
He didn't respond with words. He responded by sucking my clit into his mouth with devastating precision, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub in a rhythm that seemed designed to unravel me at the molecular level. Two fingers slid inside me, crooking immediately to find that spot, and I came with a wail, my whole body convulsing, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers.
He worked me through it, gentling only slightly, his mouth never leaving my flesh. Before the aftershocks had even faded, he was building me up again, his tongue tracing patterns that seemed almost mathematical in their precision, each stroke calculated to maximize pleasure.
"Again," he commanded, his voice rough against my flesh. "You can give me another."
It wasn't dirty talk—it was a statement of fact. He knew my body, had probably been analyzing my responses from themoment he walked in, cataloging every gasp and moan and storing them away for future reference. And now he was using that knowledge against me, playing me like an instrument he'd spent years learning to master. I came again, harder than before, tears streaming down my face, my voice breaking on sounds that weren't quite words. My arms gave out and I collapsed forward, face buried in the pillow, ass still raised, trembling and oversensitive and completely at his mercy.
He pressed a kiss to my spine, surprisingly tender, and I felt him shift behind me. The rustle of fabric, the hiss of a zipper, and then the blunt head of his cock was pressing against my entrance.
"Look at me," he said, and his voice had dropped to something low and dangerous. I turned my head, peering over my shoulder, and my breath caught at what I saw. Micah was kneeling behind me, his shirt gone entirely now, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. His cock jutted out from his body, flushed dark and straining, longer than Levi's though not quite as thick as Garrett's, with a slight upward curve that I knew would hit all the right spots.
But it was his face that made me shiver. The mask was completely gone now, stripped away to reveal something raw and hungry and utterly uncontrolled. His dark eyes burned into mine, pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of brown remained.
"I'm going to take you now," he said, and there was no question in it, no hesitation. Just certainty. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't think, can't speak, can't do anything but feel. And then I'm going to knot you, and mark you, and you're going to be mine. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I breathed, pushing back against him, desperate to feel him inside me. "Yes, Micah…Alpha, please?—"
He thrust into me in one brutal stroke. The breath punched out of my lungs. He was big—not as thick as Garrett but longer,and the angle from behind let him sink impossibly deep, deeper than any of the others had reached. I felt him everywhere, filling me so completely that I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.
He didn't give me time to adjust. He couldn't—I could feel the tremors running through his body, the desperate need that had finally broken free of its chains. He pulled back and slammed home again, setting a punishing pace that drove the air from my lungs with every thrust.
"So good," he gritted out, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You feel so good. I have been hearing and smelling you with the others and it has been driving me crazy.”
His hips snapped forward, driving a cry from my throat. The sound of our bodies meeting was obscene—wet, slapping impacts punctuated by his harsh breaths and my keening moans. He fucked like he did everything else, with intense focus and devastating precision, each thrust angled to hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Wanted this," he panted, his pace increasing. "Wanted you. Tried to stay in the background. Tried to be patient. But you were everywhere. Your scent, your smile, the way you looked at me like you could actually see me?—"
His rhythm faltered for a moment, something raw and vulnerable breaking through. I reached back, finding his hand where it gripped my hip, and laced our fingers together.
"I see you," I gasped. "I've always seen you, Micah. And I want you. All of you." A sound escaped him—half groan, half sob—and then he was folding over my back, his chest pressed against my spine, his mouth at my ear. His hips never stopped moving, driving into me with that same relentless precision, but now his hands were gentler, one still laced with mine, the other sliding around to cup my breast.
"I love you," he breathed against my ear, the words barely audible over the sound of our bodies meeting. "I love you so much it terrifies me. The others—they show it better. Oliver with his steadiness. Garrett with his protection. Levi with his joy. But I—I don't know how to?—"
"You show it perfectly," I managed, turning my head to catch his lips in an awkward, desperate kiss. "Every humidity sensor. Every research project. Every time you made sure everything was perfect for me. That's love, Micah. Your love."
Something broke open in him. His rhythm changed—faster, harder, more desperate. He straightened, both hands gripping my hips now, and pounded into me with an intensity that shook the entire nest. The headboard cracked against the wall, blankets and pillows scattering, but neither of us cared. There was nothing in the world except this—his cock driving into me, his hands anchoring me, the impossible pleasure building at the base of my spine.
"You're extraordinary," he said, his voice wrecked. "Perfect. Everything I ever wanted."
I felt his knot begin to swell, catching at my entrance with each thrust. The pressure was intense, stretching me in ways that made me gasp, and I pushed back against him, desperate to take it.
"Your knot," I panted. "Micah—I need?—"
"I know what you need." He drove into me harder, the knot catching and releasing, catching and releasing, each time stretching me a little more. The pressure built, coiling tighter with every thrust, and I could feel myself hurtling toward the edge.
"Come for me," he commanded, one hand sliding around to find my clit. "Let me feel you." His fingers pressed against my clit at the same moment his knot caught and held. The stretch was searing, overwhelming, that tipping point between pleasure andpain, and I shattered with a scream that tore from the deepest part of me.
The orgasm consumed me completely. I felt my inner walls clamp down on his knot, felt him roar behind me as his own release crashed through him. Hot pulses of his seed flooded my core, one after another, the knot keeping every drop locked inside me. He collapsed over my back, both of us trembling, both of us struggling to breathe. His cock continued to twitch inside me, spilling pulse after pulse, and each one triggered another aftershock that made me whimper and clench around him.
We stayed like that for long moments, locked together, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His breath was hot and ragged against my neck, his heart pounding so hard I could feel it against my spine.
I felt him shift slightly, his knot tugging inside me and making us both groan. His mouth found the one spot left unclaimed—just below Garrett's bite on the left side of my neck. He hissed my neck lightly before his teeth pierced my skin, and the world went white.
The bond that snapped into place was unlike the others—sharper, more intense, like a key turning in a lock. I could feel Micah's brilliant mind suddenly connected to mine, could feel his overwhelming love, his desperate devotion, his fear of not being enough and his determination to be everything anyway. Where Oliver was golden warmth and Garrett was solid bedrock and Levi was bright sunshine, Micah was electricity—crackling, intense, alive.
When he released my neck, I turned in his arms—as much as the knot would allow—and found his mouth with mine.
