And then—finally?—
The weight of his thick cock presses against me, and everything in me reacts. My breaths come short and uneven, my jaw clenching hard as sensation builds too quickly, is too much.
When my cock throbs, I grab it on instinct, squeezing once, then squeezing lower. Not happening. Not yet.
I push back instead, forcing myself down onto him. The stretch hits with a wince, bright enough to make my vision flicker, but I don’t stop. I can’t. “Fuck—more,” I grind out, voice rough. “I can take you, Varek.”
He stills, and I grit my teeth, frustration snapping through the haze. “Don’t—don’t stop now.”
“Patience, mate.”
He holds me steady, firm but controlled, like he’s containing something bigger than just the moment.
A slow withdrawal, then a deeper push.
I swear, my whole body jerks as he stretches me further, my legs trembling hard enough that I’d fold if he wasn’t bracing me.
Inch by inch, he works me open, each movement careful, and it hits somewhere I don’t want it to. Not just the stretch. The restraint. The fact hecouldtake what he wants and doesn’t.
“How far?” I mutter, my voice unsteady and thin despite my best effort.
“Almost to my knot, my mate.”
Mate.
That shouldn’t resonate. It does.
I brace for the pain—really brace this time. Jaw taut, shoulders locked, waiting for the burn to spike into something brutal. Waiting for the moment it tips too far.
It… doesn’t.
I blink, thrown off enough that I almost miss the next push. It’s still intense—still stretching, still a lot—but not the tearing edge I’m expecting. Just pressure. Heat. Fullness that borders on overwhelming but never quite crosses into pain.
What the hell?
I nod anyway, stubborn about it. “Keep going.”
He slides his hand around my cock, stroking slow, steady—like he knows exactly what he’s doing, balancing something I can’t even track.
I wait for it to hurt.
It doesn’t, but it should.
I’ve felt worse from less. I know what my body does, what it can take, where the line is. And this should be over it. By a mile.
Instead, it builds. Slow. Controlled. Almost… right.
My brain scrambles for a reason and comes up with nothing useful.
Does he?—
I huff out a shaky breath, half dazed, half incredulous.
Does he have a magic cock?
Because that’s the only explanation I’ve got.
And then, he presses fully inside me with a low, rough sound, his body going tight. “Perfect, Pax. I’m inside you. Fully.”
