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“Anything else you love, baby?” He pressed the tip of his cock to my soaked entrance, just that slight bit of contact making me whimper.
“The way it feels when you slide in all the way. It’s like I can’t breathe, I’m so filled by you.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned as the tip slid farther in. “Sunday, you’re on fire.”
“Yes, Kingston. Please. Fuck me. I need you.”
He tugged my hair again, making my neck arch. “Not yet. I need you to do something for me first.”
“Anything,” I moaned, blinded by how good it felt to have him pressing in one fraction of an inch at a time.
Then he pulled out, the length of him nestling against my ass, not going where I needed him so badly.
“What are you doing?” I whined.
“Do you feel that? That aching emptiness?” He leaned forward, his chest flat against my back as his lips brushed the shell of my ear. His voice shook with need and barely restrained desire. He was a man on the edge, his control frayed. “That’s what it feels like every time you reject me—reject us. I will take away the pain, give you everything you need, but first I need you to promise that you will never deny me as yours again.”
He rocked his hips, giving himself the friction I wanted while denying the thing we both needed all at the same time. The hand that was wrapped in my hair slipped free and clenched my throat as he rutted against me.
“I can make myself come all over you right here and now and then walk away if I need to. I’ll ride out my rut alone in my room while you do the same here. Or we can move forward together. It’s your choice. And, fuck, Sunday, I need you to make the right one.”
His heated words washed over me, simmering in my blood and wrapping themselves around my heart. Yes.Yes. He was mine. Ours.
My wolf had absolutely no doubt about her mate. I was the one who kept trying to sit on the fence. But feeling him now, knowing he could take away the pain, that he was theonlyone who could? It made it so much harder to deny the truth. I didn’t hate Kingston Farrell. Not even a little.
“Yes,” I breathed, pressing back into him. “Yes.”
He moved his hand back to my hair and yanked again, a growl in his words. “Yes, what, baby?”
“Yes.”
That thick cock pressed against my opening, but he stilled, keeping himself from pushing in. “Say. It.”
“Yes, you’re mine. You are my king, my mate. I’m yours... but I’m his too. I need you to know that.”
He ghosted his lips over the mating mark they’d both given me. “I know, Sunshine. But as long as you stop denying that I have as much of a right to you as he does, I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.”
Relief hit me at the same time unbelievable pleasure did. His teeth sank into my shoulder while his dick slid home, deep and to the hilt. The moan I let out echoed off the walls, and I was thankful we weren’t near anyone, or they might’ve thought something deadly was happening down here.
His ragged, pained grunt joined mine. “Fuck, Sunday. I can’t hold off the rut anymore.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Then grab onto something, sweetheart. This is going to be quick and dirty.”
He released his grasp on my hair, sliding his palm down my back until it rested between my shoulder blades, and then he shoved me down. Not enough to hurt, but with enough force, there was no way my body could resist. He was so big, so deep already, but this position sent him all the way to the tender entrance of my womb. It ached in the best way.
He pulled his hips back and then slammed home, making stars explode behind my eyes. The first thrust was a warning because after that, they were relentless, driving into me with the same brutal force but so much faster. In a matter of seconds, we were shaking, on the cusp of a climax that threatened to detonate with the intensity of a fucking bomb.
“I can’t stop,” he moaned. “I want this to last, but I can’t.”
“Please don’t stop. I need it. I need you to fill me. Please, I’m so empty.”
My name left him in a roar as his fingers dug painfully into my hips, holding me in place as he shot jet after jet of his hot cum inside me. I writhed as much as I could, searching for that one final piece that would give me the orgasm I craved.
“Take it all, Sunday. Take my fucking knot.”
And there it was. I imploded. His cock swelled at the base, locking us together and sending me into an orgasm that completely obliterated everything else around us. I screamed his name and clenched around him, feeling relief for the first time since this started. Tears streamed down my cheeks. He gave me what I needed, just like he’d promised.
