Page 19 of The Rust in Her Hair

"You," I breathe, my eyes locking with his. "I belong to you."

A slow, predatory smile spreads across Nico's face. "That's right, baby. All mine."

Then he pushes forward, the blunt head of his cock breaching my entrance.

The stretch is intense, a burning pleasure-pain that makes me gasp.

My muscles resist for a moment, then yield, my body opening around the hard length of him. He fills me inch by inch, giving me time to adjust, and the feel of being stretched so completely sends waves of pleasure rolling through me, drowning out the ache.

"Fuck, Owen," he groans, his voice strained as he buries himself to the hilt. "So tight. So perfect for me."

I can only pant in response, my hands clutching his shoulders as I try to process the overwhelming sensations. The stretch, the fullness, the heat of him inside me—it's everything I need and more.

"Nico," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"That's right," he growls, thrusting harder. Faster. "Say my name. Let everyone know who's fucking you so good."

He pounds into me, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

The room fills with the sound of skin against skin, my desperate cries, and his guttural groans. The scent of our arousal hangs heavy in the air, dark and intoxicating.

"Such a good boy," he murmurs, his hand wrapping around my cock again, stroking me in time with his thrusts. "Taking me so well. Such a perfect little slut for your alpha."

His words push me over the edge, and I cry out his name as I come, my release coating his hand and my stomach.

The sight of me coming undone beneath him seems to snap something in Nico. His control shatters. He starts fucking into me, each thrust powerful enough to make my body jerk and slide on the sheets. The headboard slams against the wall in a rhythm that matches Mack and Adrian's from next door, our whole pack moving in sync.

Then I feel it.

The slow, heavy swell at the base of Nico's cock.

His knot.

It starts as a subtle pressure, a delicious fullness that quickly becomes more intense. Beta bodies aren't made for this, aren't designed to take an alpha's knot, but I can’t help but love the stretch bordering on too much, a burning ache that makes me whimper.

"Want my knot, mate?" he growls, his voice ragged with need. "Want me to lock us together? Fill you up until you can’t fucking walk?"

It's so difficult to take.

The pressure builds, my body straining to accommodate him.

But I need it.

God, how I need it.

"Yes," I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. "Yes, alpha. Give me your knot."

A thrilled growl leaves Nico’s chest, and he thrusts again and again. His knot grows bigger with each movement, stretching me wider, claiming me more completely.

Then with one final, powerful push, his knot pops into place, locking us together.

A guttural cry tears from my throat as the knot locks and the pressure sends sweet pleasure rolling through me.

His body tenses as he comes, pumping me full of his hot release.

I can feel each pulse of his cock, each spurt of his cum filling me, marking me as his.

Once his cock stops twitching, Nico falls forward, collapsing against me. His weight calms me as we both tremble in the aftermath.