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“Now,” he said, utilizing his Alpha command tone. “Drop the fucking knife.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Della
Cal was as good as his word. Before the dropped knife rattled over the stone floor, her pelvis seized in a back-arching, teeth-gnashing climax. What he’d even done to induce such a shockingly immediate response remained a mystery, one she was too discombobulated to notice. Yet as his skillful fingers worked between her legs, driving her toward the next peak, she had some idea.
“There you go,” he breathed. His deep Alpha rumble felt like a caress on her distended and deprived nipples. Straining against the hand locked possessively around her throat, Della arched her chest forward, shamelessly seeking stimulation against the hard planes of his chest.
The immovable Alpha palm cuffing her neck unnerved her, not with fear or intimidation or danger, but how much she loved it. The civilized, educated, sophisticated men she’d dated before TheEnd did not make love with this element of savagery. Even in the privacy of one’s bedroom, it was uncouth and unseemly.
Cal did not observe such proprieties.
One quick tug and he’d pulled her upright. With a second yank, he flipped her shirt over her head and tossed it behind him, baring her fully for the first time. A chill skittered over her naked skin, but it couldn’t touch her. With his promise to leave her unmarked, fire kindled to life deep inside her belly, and a radioactive surge lit her up like the old football stadiums. Naked, panting, and covered in her arousal fluid (slick,her rebellious brain supplied), Della hunted through her disjointed thoughts, trying to locate her embarrassment and prudishness but came up empty-handed.
Even worse, she didn’t seem to mind.
He’d promised not to place a claiming bite, and that had felt important, a strategic skirmish victory in this complicated war they waged. His nature against hers, her desire to be left alone pitted against his insistence on rearranging her life, his wants and needs versus her own. All of it complicated and confusing and unlike any other relationship she’d navigated in her overly-long life. Stolen away and taken to a remote cave by an Alpha she was moments away from fucking, she couldn’t make sense of any of it.
Not that she had much time to reflect as he pressed her flat again. Bending his head, Cal pulled one of her jutting nipples straight into his hot mouth, sucking with so much force a yelp burst from her throat. Della’s fingers found the curve of his neck. All his various textures collided on her fingertips: the heated skin, his damp tendrils of hair, and the carved-stone indestructible hardness of his skull. Balling one fist in his hair, she dug her nails in the perfect contour of his shoulder, all to cleave him tight to her breast, to keep him close and inseparable, any distance between them too great to tolerate.
A male grunt vibrated against her flesh, and she eased her grip on his hair, an ironic worry she’d somehow hurt him when she’d held a blade to his jugular only moments before. “I’m sorry,” she whispered between panted breaths.
His mouth pulled off her tip with a loud, echoey pop. “Never apologize to me, Della.” A crazed flame flickered behind his usual arrogance, and she held her breath, not daring to move as his teeth closed around her reddened nipple. After a small nip and tug, he flattened his tongue, licking and soothing the abused tissue. “Not for that. It drives me wild when you take what you want.”
Rolling up off her chest, he came to his knees above her, and she drank up every inch of his golden skin, bronzed and backlit by the fire. He towered above her like an idol of pure masculine energy. Her skin fizzed with anticipation, wanting his flesh on her flesh in a way she’d never wanted anyone. Like she was dehydrated and he was IV fluids, like she was drowning and he was a life vest, like she’d been poisoned and he was the antidote.
With a quick tug of his wrist, his waistband fell open. His bulging dick popped free, consuming all her frazzled attention. Musky sharpness reached her nose, and saliva flooded her mouth, a craving for his taste loud on her tongue. It was a sizable, sturdy specimen. Not too big, not too small, a Goldilocks cock some irreverent, sex-drunk part of her brain supplied. The bulbous tip peeked out from the foreskin, and a glistening drop nuzzled in the slit like a pearl in an oyster.
With a grunt, Cal grabbed her hand and brought it to his length. Automatically curling her fingers around his girth, Della shuddered at the simultaneous soft and hard feel of him.
“Fuck,” he said, more a ragged sigh than actual words, as his head fell back between his shoulder blades. “Yeah, like that. Work my cock, Omega.”
The thick column of his throat flexed, and Della’s internal mayhem accelerated further. She couldn’t look away from this mesmerizing creature. Cal, the Alpha, was cocky, handsome, and undoubtedly virile. But here, in front of her, Cal, the Alpha, in the throes of sexual pleasure? Absolutely devastating.
Compelled, Della hinged to sitting, using both hands to shuttle along his rigid length in a vigorous spiral. His hips craned forward, syncing to her rhythm so he fucked into her movements. Strange how touching him like this thrilled her, how much pleasure zinged through her at the sight of his trembling thighs and rippling stomach muscles. The ruddy tip edged out further, the pearly fluid growing and spreading to her hands, adding lubrication and perfuming the air with unbridled lust.
“Do you want me to suck you?” she heard herself ask, and even stranger, she discovered she wanted to. Oral sex had never been her favorite, the giving or the receiving. But saturated with the heady cocktail of his sex and her slick and the impossibility of the entire insane situation, she didn’t feel like Adeline Cabrese. She’d fallen asleep and awoken in this cave, this larger-than-life stone chrysalis, and now emerged as something entirely and uniquely new and different.
And this new her apparently salivated for Cal’s cock in her mouth.
He groaned again, this one sounding tortured, as he straightened his head to stare down at her. “No,” he breathed, his chest heaving like he’d run a marathon. “First, you’re gonna take my knot like the sweet Omega I know you are.”
Instinctively, Della shied away, anxiety snaking into her reeling senses. She’d heard all about Alpha knots, had listened to Omegas wax rapturous about the distinctive swelling at the base of an Alpha cock, yet never experienced one for herself. As much as Omegas loved the sensation, she also knew Betas had a much more conflicted relationship with this human enhancement. Some Betas found them tolerable, some even enjoyable, but many did not relish the experience.
Where that left her, she had no idea.
Standing, Cal kicked off the rest of his clothes and then slid to his knees between her legs, grabbing her ankles and hoisting them apart. His hard dick jutted out from his body, swollen and huge in the firelight. The base, a slightly darker color, remained size-congruent with the rest of his length, but she couldn’t help but focus on it and wonder.
“Will it hurt?”
“Naw.” He gave a single, decisive head shake. “Omegas love a thick knot. Theycraveit, you’ll see.” He quirked his lip, some of his usual humor peeking through the intensity of sexual need. “Now”—he leaned forward, gathering up her hips into his large, wide hands—“get on my dick.”
She didn’t have time to protest even if she’d wanted to because before she took her next breath, he notched the juicy crown at her entrance and slid home. Not a fast, aggressive thrust, but a slow glide that stretched her inner walls as much as he filled them. Della cried out, not from pain but surprise and wonder at the exquisite fullness. Eyelids fluttering, he sank all the way inside, bottoming out with his pelvis nudged to her clit. Sinking down with his elbows on either side of her head, he began to fuck in earnest, his eyes growing wild with every smooth thrust in and out.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Oh mygod.”
It had been so long—so fucking long—since she’d been fucked like this. If she ever had.
