Page 72 of Monster. Me.

He starts with his tongue, moving in teasing circles around my entrance, coaxing my muscles to relax. An alpha's saliva can do that for omegas, but can it do the same for another alpha?

He spends an eternity preparing me, using his fingers, sliding one in with caution, while watching my face for any sign of discomfort. When he adds a second, his fingers start massaging me in a rhythmic, steady pulse, pressing on my prostate. It feels so good that I find myself arching my back, lifting my ass from the grass, a low moan rising in my throat. It's not that I am perfectly physically ready; it's more that I'm mentally ready, and it does the job.

The intimacy of this moment, his full focus on me, on my pleasure, ensuring I'm ready, creates a sense of anticipation and a strange excitement, and even if I know the penetration itself may be challenging, I still want it.

When he finally shifts, positioning himself over me on his elbows, he pauses. He looks deep into my eyes, his gaze searching, and so very raw.

"Look at me," he whispers. "I want to know that you want this, really want."

"I do, Fenn."

"One more thing, I don't get sick, because of my quick regeneration ability. So you won't get anything from me and I can't get anything from you."

"That works for me."

I lock my eyes onto his; I feel the slight tensing of his back muscles, as he begins to push inside.

Oh, fuck, so huge.

It's a slow, grueling stretch. I catch my breath, my eyes widening, rolling back, but luckily he doesn't rush. He stops every inch, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, whispering praise into my ear, how wonderful I am, how tight I am, how perfectly I'm taking him, and even what a pretty kitten I am.

He takes it in stages, first one inch, then a pause, then another, then a third, each one separated by a moment of waiting, until he’s in with half of his dick.

The feeling of fullness is overwhelming. He fills me so tightly, stretching me to my absolute limit, but it doesn't feel like pain. It feels like… being claimed.

Now the slow, rhythmic dance of his hips begins. Every thrust is still shallow and very gentle, a tentative exploration of how we fit together.

I reach up, wrapping my arms around his massive shoulders, pulling him down so our chests are pressed together. I turn my head slightly and leave a few soft kisses on his cheeks. I can feel his heart hammering against my ribs, his breath warm on my face. It's like a conversation, not sex. Every slide of his skin against mine tries to assure me that he values me, that he sees me, and that he's terrified and thrilled all at once.

"I've never…" he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion. "No one has ever been like this… with me."

My heart aches for him. I pull his head down and kiss him deeply, pouring every ounce of affection I feel into the contact. "You deserve this, Fenn. You deserve everything good."

My words seemingly fuel him as the gentleness begins to fray, replaced by primal passion. The pace quickens. The slow, careful slides turn into deep, demanding lunges. He goes even deeper now, his massive tool drilling so deep I'm pretty sure he rearranges my guts. I find my body goes taut like a bow beneath him, a low moan escaping my throat, because it's just so intense and wild.

I'm being stuffed full, becoming a mess beneath him, my skin sweaty, and despite the fact that we're both alphas, my whole body is reacting to him in a new way, producing copious amounts of slick. I’ve already created a pool under my ass, my entrance leaking a hot, needy moisture that coats his dick every time he slides back in.

He doesn't rush toward the climax. He spends a long time just driving into me, savoring the joining. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer mass of his body hovering over mine.

We don't talk. We simply can't tear our eyes away from each other, not even for a few seconds.

There’s this raw, incredible vulnerability in his gaze that kills me, this look of "I can't believe this is happening.". I reach up, my fingers grazing the purple markings on his arms, gliding over his glands, and he lets out a shaky breath.

Then he finally goes for a full bottoming, but he does it agonizingly slowly.

The ring of my muscle is stretched to its absolute limit as he slides deeper and deeper. I gasp and pant, my eyes rolling in my eye sockets, my fingers digging into his shoulders, as I feel him carving a path into me. He stops, waiting for me to adjust, his gaze searching mine for any sign of pain. I shake my head, pulling him closer, silently telling him to keep going.

He pushes again, sliding deeper into my wet heat. I can feel the slightly ridged texture of his violet dick, the way he fills every single gap, stretching me until I feel like I might break, but somehow I don’t. He's just being sucked into a tightness. I’ve always been narrow there, and now it makes the rubbing super intense; I can tell the sensation is just as powerful for him.

He groans deep in his throat, a sound of pure relief and pleasure as he finally bottoms out, burying himself completely inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, just breathing, merged together. Our eyes intensely lock.

"I need you to be mine," he mutters almost half-consciously. I'm not sure if he even meant to say this. It sounds like a thought flowing out on a breath.

He presses his forehead to mine and whispers, "Oh, Marlow, Marlow… Marlow…"

I feel so… light, yet so fulfilled. It really is not a fuck; it’s a slow, sensual glide, merging two bodies, with an extra layer woven into this. He pulls back until he's almost out, and then slides back in, the friction of his skin against my slick interior creating a searing heat. It’s a rhythmic, pulsing motion.