Mavi
The heat crashes in like it has been waiting for permission. I felt it building for days, the restlessness crawling under my skin, every breath pulling Sai’s sandalwood deeper until it pricked like static across my arms and thighs.
My body temperature climbed. Slick came easier, thicker, soaking through anything I wore and leaving damp patches on the sheets even when I was only painting. My patience thinnedto nothing. I snapped at a gallery email this morning over a single misplaced comma and immediately hated myself for it. I have ridden out heats alone since I was nineteen. Toys on the nightstand, ice packs ready, scent blockers taped across the doorframe, two days of locked-in solitude and sheer stubborn will. I never needed an Alpha. I never wanted one.
This time the idea of locking the door feels wrong.
I stand in the middle of my nest wearing nothing but an old t-shirt that clings to my chest with sweat. My face is bare, flushed hot, eyes glassy in the mirror across the room. I look more naked than I ever do on camera. No makeup. No performance. Just me, damp and trembling, the air thick with my own honey-citrus scent sharpened by the edge of incoming heat.
I grab my phone before I can talk myself out of it.
Me: heat. need you. now.
The reply comes in under thirty seconds.
Sai: on my way
I drop the phone and crawl back into the nest. The sheets are already ruined. My thighs slide together with fresh slick and I whine low in my throat because the sound escapes before I can stop it. I hate how needy it sounds. I love how honest it feels. My body knows exactly who it wants and it is done pretending otherwise.
The front door opens hard enough to rattle the frame. Sai bursts in, eyes wide and dark. He stalks into the bedroom and sees me sprawled in the nest, flushed and leaking, and something raw crosses his face.
“I’ve got you,” he says, voice rough. “Tell me where you need me.”
I push up on shaky elbows. “If you’re going to help me, you have to stay. All of it. You don’t leave.”
Sai crosses the room in three strides and drops to his knees at the edge of the nest. “Always. I’ll always stay.”
Relief and hunger slam into me at the same time. I grab the front of his shirt and yank him down into the nest with me. Our mouths crash together, messy and desperate, and I taste the sharp edge of his sandalwood mixed with the faint coffee he must have been drinking when I texted. I bite his bottom lip hard enough to make him groan.
“Clothes off,” I order against his mouth. “Now.”
He strips fast, no hesitation, shirt yanked over his head, pants shoved down. Sai gently pulls at the necklace around my neck before unlocking the cage around his cock, freeing the part of him my mind is so desperately craving.
The rest of me wants him,Sai Hollis.I push him onto his back and climb on top, straddling his hips. My slick is already dripping down my thighs and onto his stomach. I reach between us, wrap my hand around his cock, and guide him to my entrance before sinking down in one smooth motion.
The stretch is perfect, filling every inch until I feel the blunt pressure of his knot against my rim. A broken sound tears out of me as I rock my hips forward, grinding down so the head of his cock drags right over that spot inside that makes my vision spark white.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp. “Right there. Don’t move yet. Just feel me.”
Sai’s hands fly to my thighs. He grips hard but stays perfectly still, letting me set the pace. His eyes are blown wide, fixed on my face like I am the only thing in the universe. I start to ride him slow and deep, rolling my hips in long circles that drag him over every sensitive place inside me. Slick pours out with every downward stroke, coating his cock and his balls and the sheets beneath us.
“Harder,” I tell him, voice dropping into the register that always wrecks him. “Give me more. I need it deeper.”
He thrusts up to meet me on the next roll, driving his cock so deep my breath catches. I moan loud, head falling back aspleasure spikes sharp through my belly. My cock leaks steadily against his stomach, leaving shiny streaks across his skin. I brace one hand on his chest and ride him faster, chasing the heat that keeps building.
“Good,” I pant. “So fucking good for me. Keep going. Just like that.”
Sai’s hips snap up harder. His knot bumps my rim on every thrust, stretching me wider each time, teasing the burn I crave. I reach back and spread myself open with two fingers, taking him even deeper. The new angle makes me see stars, slick gushing out around his cock and dripping down his thighs in messy rivulets.
It’s still not enough, the need for this Alpha ruining everything else. I lean forward, chest to chest, and bite the side of his neck. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you everywhere. Fill me up, Sai. I want your knot. I want you locked inside me while I come all over you.”
He groans my name like a prayer. His hands slide to my ass and squeeze, pulling me down harder. I ride him with everything I have, hole clenching tight around his thickness. The heat is everywhere now, burning under my skin, making every nerve sing. I grind down on his knot again and again until the pressure finally pops inside me that rips another moan from my throat.
His knot swells, stretching me open and sealing us together. I come hard, cock pulsing between our stomachs and painting his chest in thick white ropes while my hole spasms around his knot. The orgasm rolls through me in long, shuddering waves that leave me shaking and gasping against his neck.
Sai follows right after, a broken groan tearing out of him as he spills deep inside me. Pulse after pulse of hot cum floods my body until I feel it leaking out around his knot and soaking the sheets even more. I grind down on the swollen knot, milking every last drop, drawing fresh whimpers from both of us.
We stay locked like that, panting, sweat-slick and trembling as I bury my face in his neck, breathing him in while my body keeps fluttering around his knot. I press a slow kiss to his throat and whisper against his skin, voice hoarse but steady. “Again. As soon as you can. I’m not done with you yet.”
