Page 28 of Evan and the Alpha

We’re not flush against each other, and when he shifts, I know why: I’ve got everything except the knot inside of me.

Granted, I didn’t take a really good look at his cock last night—I was too eager to get on it, I guess—but I did see the knot, feel it in my hand. It’s wider than the rest of his cock, possibly wider than even the head.

It catches on my rim, and I moan, filled with anticipation. Can Itake that? I don’t know.

I glance up, catching Sobek’s wary gaze. I nod, then clutch at the fur I brought from bed. I bite my lip as he pushes against me.

Oh God, that’s not going to fit. It’s too big. I stare at the wall, trying to catch my breath. I need to relax.

I tense up more as he pushes. I swallow tight and try to force myself to relax. I look up at him. He swipes a soothing hand down my thigh.

I shake my head. “It’s not going to fit,” I murmur. Then, louder, “I can’t take it.”

“Of course you can,” Sobek says.

He’s got it barely past my rim now. I screw my eyes shut. How big is this thing? It feels like it’s getting wider. I didn’t think there was so much of it.

I let go of my lip and pant. I shake my head again. “It’s too much.”

“It’s not so much,” he replies and keeps pushing.

I groan in pain this time. “Sobek, please.”

“Hush.” His voice is right beside my ear. “You’re doing so well. Don’t you want to be mine?”

I reach up and find his shoulder. I curl my legs back a little more. “Yes.” I do. I desperately want to be his.

“Then you’ll take my knot.” He says it with so much confidence, like it’s just a fact of life. Maybe, for him, it is. He’s not the one being stretched to his limit around what feels like a fucking softball.

“My omega,” he murmurs against my skin when I cry out again, “all mine.”

I can’t choke back a sob. I so desperately want to have all of him inside me, but I can’t stretch that far. I feel like I’m breaking apart.

And just as suddenly, his hips bump into mine and it’s in. All the way in. My breath comes short; it still hurts, it’s still too much, but it’s in, I took it, I’m taking it, and I’m Sobek’s, all his—

I look up at him, find something tender and gentle in his eyes, his expression. Admiration. Love. Something.

I try to sit up a bit, because I want to hang on to him. Everything shifts inside me, and I cry out, then fall flat on my back.

Sobek doesn’t dare move. I lie there, panting, occasionally shutting my eyes, trying to get used to the stretch, the feeling of having all of him inside me.

At long last, I give a tentative nod. Sobek reaches down and wraps a hand around my almost-soft cock; I’d deflated, but now my dick leaps back to life, like I’ve been hard and leaking this entire time. I throb in his hand.

Then he moves inside me. Everything moves with him, and I groan when he pushes in, deeper. I groan again when he pulls back, and then I can’t stop moaning. There’s—so much—of him, everywhere, inside me, all I can feel is him, moving inside me, and friction, delicious friction igniting desire again.

He shifts just slightly, and I shout as he nudges my prostate more directly. Each time, it gets a little better, and I can’t do anything, can’t even grind down on his cock. I’m so—full, stretched so wide around him, he’s in so deep.

There’s nothing but him and his cock, nothing but raw desire climbing my spine, pleasure and those very shameful, burning thoughts—I’m all his now, all his, his mate, his omega, and—

I shout his name as I spill between us. He keeps pounding my ass, like he didn’t hear me or didn’t care. I moan helplessly, clawing desperately at the fur, the packed earth underneath my shoulders as he fucks me through shuddering orgasm, and I think I’m going to black out; my vision gets patchy, then bleeds back in. I can’t catch my breath; he’s just punching the moans out of me. I feel like I could come again.

“Good,” he pants, “good,” and his pupils are nothing but slits in a sea of gold. I moan his name, a drawn-out sound that tapers off into a bunch of whimpers.

His claws break my skin as he slams me down on his cock, once, twice, and then he just holds me there, shuddering above me. I can barely feel him spilling inside me, hot and sticky.

His hand slides between us; he tweaks my nipples and I jerk, before he grabs my oversensitive dick and strokes me hastily to a second, weaker orgasm.

I want to throw up, that’s how good I feel.