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“Please,” I whisper. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He adds another finger. “We have all night.”
His other hand finds his bite mark, and the lightest brush of his fingers over it brings on a sudden, powerful orgasm. I keep my legs spread for him, gripping his knot in my fingers, feeling how it swells. Reyes lets out an animalistic growl against my throat, and I feel his teeth graze me over my pulse.
And I want him to bite me. I want him to bite me over andoveragain. In answer, my mouth waters like I want to do the same thing to him.
“Bite me,” I breathe. “Knot me, Reyes.”
“Not tonight,” he says, and the commanding growl of the Alpha Prime shuts me up. I focus instead on the way my body pulses around his fingers, how his knot swells for me.
I gasp when he pulls his hand out from under my skirt—and watch with parted lips when he licks his fingers clean. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he was tasting something sugary sweet from the way he groans. “Just like blackberries,” he murmurs. “Lie back,mi amor.”
It’s another command, but one with which I’m all too happy to comply. I lower to the grass and lean back on my elbows, the ground still soft and dewy from an early afternoon rain. The blades of green stick to my shoulder blades as I bend my knees and open my thighs, Reyes’s hands sliding higher to push up my skirt.
He doesn’t even bother to take off my panties; he practically shreds them from me instead, taking them in his fist and shoving the fabric into his back pocket.
I try to process the fact that a priest just ripped off my panties on an altar—and that he appears to bekeepingthem—but I’m too far gone to see it as wrong.
Especially when everything about this is so,soright.
I’m beyond ready for him to be fucking me, but Reyes bends over me instead, inhaling deeply as he runs the tip of his nose up one thigh. His hand stays on the bite mark like he’s playing me like an instrument, and I gasp when he moves the dress up so he can press a kiss to it. His lips on the scar feelright, and his tongue feels even better. Reyes tends to it carefully—to the extent where my pussy starts to feel neglected.
I don’t need to worry though. A moment later, and he gets distracted as he inhales again, nestling his nose in the curly hair between my legs.
“Hueles tan bien,” he murmurs. “Mi amor…mi mora…”
His tongue flicks out to lap at my pussy, and I arch my back in the grass. I’m so overstimulated that I just want to be filled, and I tangle my fingers in his thick hair as he plunges his tongue inside me. “Reyes!” I gasp. “I’m…I’m going to come again and I want you inside—”
He seems to be done using his words; he clamps his mouth over me and sucks on my clit like a man dying of thirst, letting out a growl as I pull hard on his hair. Another orgasm strikes fast and hard, rolling through me and lighting me on fire.
I can’t contain the scream that tears its way out of me, but I don’t care who hears; I want everyone in the pack to know that I’m claiming this man, just as he’s claimed me.
His hands slide to the crooks of my knees as I ride out my orgasm, then he spreads me wide, positioning himself between my legs. He’s rough with himself as he pulls his cock out and rubs it between my folds, coating his shaft in the wetness now covering my thighs. I try to hook my legs around him, but he grunts and looks down at me, a strange, opalescent sheen in his dark eyes.
I can see every bit of restraint in his shaking shoulders as he grits his teeth, stroking his own knot. “I’m not going to knot you tonight,” he groans, but I think it’s more a reminder to himself than me.
“Knot me, mate,” I reply.
I’ll fight him on this until he’s buried in me.
I wrench out a pleasured sob when he presses into me, finally easing the ache between my legs. Reyes takes his time—somehow—sliding in slowly, filling me up.
He’s so big that I feel split apart in the best way, the bite mark on my hip urging me to take him deeper,deeper. I keep begging for him with my body, widening my legs further, hooking my feet behind his back and dragging him further.
“Knot me,” I beg.
“No,” he grits out.
I can feel his knot pressing against my entrance, and I’m certain I could take him. His bite mark surges with pleasure, with heat, rippling over the rest of my body and opening me up for him. “Knot—”
He cuts me off when he pulls out again and then pounds into me, once again stopping at the knot. I groan and arch, clawing at his back through his shirt. My nails are blunt, but I feel they’ve somehow grown longer—and I’m certain of it when I realize I’ve torn right through his fancy button-up. I pant when he does it again, pulling out, driving back in.
His restraint is remarkable.
And it tells me that I don’t need to keep any of my own.
I keen and howl and sob as he pounds into me, his considerable girth more than enough to fill me up. Even so, I still feel that knot, want it,needit—but all my pleas for more just turn into gibberish on my lips.
