“Mine,” I hear myself say. The word comes from somewhere deep, somewhere primal. Not the Council envoy. Not the disciplined soldier. The Alpha.
I work my fingers faster, pressing against the spot inside her that makes her gasp the loudest. My tongue circles her clit, and I can feel her getting close—her walls clenching around my fingers, her thighs shaking harder.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna?—”
I don’t stop. I suck harder, curl my fingers just right, and she breaks. She comes with a cry that’s almost a scream, her whole body going rigid, then shaking apart. I keep going, drawing it out of her, until she pushes weakly at my head, her oversensitive body unable to take any more.
I sit back on my heels and look at her. She’s sprawled on the couch, her skin flushed from her cheeks to her chest. Her eyes are half-lidded, dazed. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Silas,” she says, the word wrecked. She reaches for me, and I climb back onto the couch, over her, bracing my weight on my forearms. “I need you inside me.”
I reach down and push my pants down further, kicking them off. My cock bobs free, the knot at the base already swollen to half its full size. I wrap my hand around it, stroking, trying to ease some of the pressure. It doesn’t help. Nothing helps except her.
Caroline’s eyes drop to my lap, and she goes still. “That’s… you’re already…”
“I know.” The words come out rough. “I can’t control it. Not with you.”
She reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock, and I hiss. Her thumb brushes over the swelling at the base, and I nearly lose it right there.
“It’s so big,” she whispers.
Her words send a surge of possessive satisfaction through me. I line myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her slick folds. I don’t push in. I wait.
She looks up at me, and there’s a question in her eyes. I answer it by holding still, giving her the choice.
She rolls her hips up, taking the tip of me inside her.
We both freeze.
She’s tight. Unbearably tight. The heat of her grips me like a fist, and I have to clench every muscle in my body to keep from slamming forward.
“You okay?” I manage.
She nods, but her eyes are wet. Tears slide from the corners of her eyes, tracking down her temples into her hair. I lean down and lick them away, tasting salt and rain and her.
“So stretched,” she breathes. “You’re so… I feel so full, and you’re barely even inside me.”
“I’ll be gentle. Tell me if it’s too much.”
I push in a little further, and she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. I keep going, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. Her walls flutter around me, slick and hot, and by the time I’m fully seated inside her, I’m shaking with the effort of holding back.
“Move,” she says. “Please, Silas. Move.”
I pull out and slide back in, and the friction is incredible—her slick coating my cock, her walls gripping me, the swollen knot at my base bumping against her entrance with every thrust. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I set a pace that’s just on the edge of too much.
Her nails rake down my back, and I feel the sting of them cutting into my skin. The pain only feeds the fire. I thrust harder, deeper, and she meets me, her hips rising to match every stroke. One of my hands slides between us, my thumb finding her clit and pressing in tight circles.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, my mouth against her ear. “So tight around my cock. You’re taking me so well, Caroline. Such a good Omega.”
She whimpers at that, her walls clenching around me. I can feel her approaching the edge again, and I’m not far behind. The knot is swelling fast now, too big to slip in and out easily.
“I’m close,” she gasps.
“Me too.” I circle her clit faster. “Come for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She shatters. Her orgasm rips through her, her whole body convulsing, and I can’t hold back anymore. I thrust forward one final time, and the knot pushes past her entrance, swelling inside her, locking us together.
The sensation is overwhelming. I come with a growl that doesn’t sound human, spilling into her in hot waves. Her walls pulse around me, milking every drop. I can’t move—the knot holds us fused—and I don’t want to. I don’t ever want to pull out of her.
