I didn’t kiss him.
I trapped his lower lip between my teeth and pressed down.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my mouth.
Yes, he finally understood.
He snuck a hand between us and guided that fleshy, rigid tip toward my entrance.
I released his lip, tasting the blood I’d drawn. Victory was mine.
He reared back, grabbed my legs and pinned them to the bed. My thighs ached from the stretch—and then he began to fill me. He sank in, spreading me open. I watched a droplet of blood form on his lip.
He wasn’t looking at me. He was watching the space between us diminish. His weight drove his fingers into my flesh.
It was perfect.
He sank deeper. Every inch filled me like never before. That thick girth—all mine. When the base brushed against me I sighed.
“You’ll take it all. My cock and then my knot,” he rasped.
I nodded as his eyes flicked up.
His lips curled on one side.
The blood dripped down to his chin.
He pulled back and my hips followed, tightening around him, trying to trap him. It didn’t work—and then he plunged back into me. I closed my eyes as he gave me what I needed. Back and forth, driving deep enough for his knot to hit me with each thrust.
I remembered to breathe when my chest ached.
Conrí.
Alpha.
Heat.
Need.
Blood.
He moved like the animal he was.
Deep, hard.
Slow, tender.
He took the pain away. That horrid, throbbing need.
“Look at me,” he growled.
My eyes snapped open. I breathed us in—his scent joined with mine into something entirely new. Something that had no name because it had never existed before.
“I’m all you’ll ever need,” he vowed, pressing harder as he leaned over me.
I saw them both in his green-gold eyes.
He pressed his knot against me.
