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He stepped into her, the hard ridge in his pants a clear reaction to this proposal. “There’s no going back on this,” he said, voice rasping. “You’ll wear my mark, your scent will change, you’ll be bonded tome and only me. Everyone will know.” He leaned into her space, his lips a hairsbreadth from her own. “Wherever you go, you’ll never run from me. Wherever you go, you’ll be mine.”
Della’s entire body trembled: from fear, from longing, from pure, unbridled exhilaration.Yes! Alpha wants you! Let him take it!Her inner voice rejoiced. She steeled herself against it, held herself back from pressing her neck into his hand and escalating his grip on her throat, stopped herself from touching his lips with hers, reeled herself back from the edge of insanity, if only in her mind. It seemed important, critical even, that she held something back.
He can claim me,she argued with that inner voice,but I can’t love him. I won’t. I refuse.
The silent reiteration of the vow soothed her frazzled nerves the smallest of degrees. “Promise me,” she forced out, “we’ll warn the settlement. No lies.Promise.”
His grip closed around her throat, the pressure as much a vow as when he spoke the words, “I promise.”
Feeling Cal’s uneven breath on her damped skin, Della licked her lips and surrendered. “Then do it.”
He came at her then with mouth and tongue and hands and teeth. His calm so shattered he tore the clothes from his body, leaving them in piles and tatters as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed that, somehow, had becometheirs. Unable to hold on to any amount of reserve, spurred on by the depth of his need, she failed to stem the tide of rising lust. She might stop her heart from loving him, but her body was wholly his.
Dropped to her feet near the sleeping pallet, the messy pile of makeshift bedding beckoned as if everything that had happened since she left Morris Hill had led her to this exact moment. Behind her, Cal’s naked body pressed to her own, his urgency singing like a struck tuning fork. Holding her in place, he kissed her shoulders and neck with sloppy, open-mouthed hunger. He cradled her breasts, hefting and squeezing, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples with proprietary aplomb, and she arched into his touch, wanting more and more, and never enough.
“Are you going to beg?” he goaded, adding that delirium-inducing growl accenting his words. Slick rushed from her body, and Cal wasted no time snaking a hand in to catch the first drops on his waiting fingers. Growling, he stroked through her hot sex, spreading the wet in large, sloppy swipes. His palm clamped over her pussy, a delicious shudder radiating from the tight hold. “Beg for my cock, little Omega queen.”
Della gasped. Did he even know what his words did to her? Overwhelmed, she could barely see straight through her lust-clouded vision, could barely make sense of all the sensations zinging over her skin, barely aware he wanted something more from her. He wantedwords. A damp palm smacked her pussy, and she yelped, both from surprise and the answering spasm in her core. “Do it,” he snarled in her ear.
Her body a vibrating string, she spoke in a broken whisper, “Please fuck me.”
“Not good enough.” He delivered another smack. “More.”
Della’s knees wobbled and threatened to buckle. She inhaled through her nose and out her mouth, feeling a future she wasn’t sure she could handle hurtle through time and space and into her reality. But the time for doubt and equivocation had long since passed. The threshold of the bed, thenest, waited, as did her Alpha.
Her Alpha, her Alpha, her Alpha.
The chant resounded through her head like a drumbeat, that wicked inner voice ecstatically dictating the next words that flowed from her tongue. “Fuck me, Alpha. Fill me with your big cock. Do it now.Please.”
Hands on her hips, he urged her forward and whispered in her ear, “On your knees.”
The words crackled through her nervous system, and her body obeyed, falling to all fours, cushioned by soft bedding that already bore the evidence of their mating. After days of her Heat, their intimate scents mingled, adding a certain sordidness to complete the erotic tableau. In all her years, Della never once thought she’d crave that kind of coarseness. But once Cal uttered those shocking words, they wove into her psyche, hooked deep, and supercharged her arousal. On her hands and knees, she lifted her ass in supplication to the fevered mess of their lust.
Cal’s huge body hit the bed behind hers. His thighs, firm and so perfectlysolid, kicked her knees apart. The strain registered in her hips, a delicious stretch, opening her to the moment as well as the man. “Cal,” she groaned, restless with impatience as every second stretched thinner and thinner. This joining differed from the others. Gone was the slow, sensual climb. This was hot and fast andhuge. “Alpha.”
“That’s right. I’m your Alpha.” Huge hands stilled her hips, and with one quick motion, he entered her, rocking her forward with the force. Della fisted the cloth, the filling sensation so deeply satisfying she let out a thankful groan. “Say it again,” he ordered, the sound of his voice as erotic as anything else touching her, as erotic as anything she’d experienced in her whole, long life.
“Fuck me.” She said on a moan that echoed around the cave as she thrust herself back, grinding her ass against his thighs and belly and, most importantly, stuffing herself with his hardness. He slid out and punched back in, ready and willing to grant her request. “Fuck me, Alpha. Make me yours.”
“Oh my god.” His voice skated over her skin, deep and gritty, yet full of wonder.
Faced away from him, she felt everything more. His hands soothed up and down her spine, skimmed over her hips, and separated handfuls of her bottom so he could fuck into her deeper. Every stroke thudded from her core to the top of her head. Grappling, she braced on one elbow and reached back, anchoring her hand around his thigh to cling tight and urge him on. He liked this. In response, he snapped his hips against hers faster, hands groping wildly for whatever handful of her he could find, moving from place to place, restless and greedy, her thigh, her belly, her breast. He took what he wanted as if driven by his desire rather than catering to hers.
And that made hercrazy. Seizing one of his wandering hands, she brought it between her legs, situating his fingers where every stroke of his cock would rub exactlyrighton the strong, capable hand.
Another growl rushed out of Cal, reverberating along her back and forcing more slick to gush from her body. “Come here,” he said, fisting a handful of her hair and hauling her upright till her back hit his chest. Wrapping a hand around her throat, he made a sound more animal than human, embodying the worst Alpha stereotype she’d ever allowed herself to imagine. “Are you mine, Della? Are you mine to do with what I want, whenever I want?”
Questions she’d asked herself many times over the years, listening to Omegas wax rapturous about their Alpha mates, reared their heads. What was the appeal of sex with an Alpha? How could a knot ever feel good? Who’d ever want to be the focus of that sort of unhinged attention? To be locked together with a snarling beast of a man who could move you and hold you and fuck you any way they pleased without a single thing you could do about it? Who’d want to feel so helpless and vulnerable and deprived of control?
Turns out, she’d been wrong about a lot of things.
Cal could do any and all those things without causing fear or disgust because she—the realization bowled her over—trustedhim and wanted him as fiercely as he wanted her. She drew her arms back to circle his head, desperate to get her hands as full of him as his were of her. The softness of his hair tickled between her fingers, and the side of his neck glossed her palm with his sweat. All she could imagine was spinning around and licking it up, savoring his salty musk on her tongue.
The touch of sharp teeth on her skin brought her back to the moment. As he’d done many times before, he nipped at the spot, bearing down on the verge of breaking through. Excitement roared through her, and her body thrummed on the edge, waiting for the pain and the rapture at the same time. With his hand buried between her legs and his cock thrusting from this new angle, every inch of her skin opened and pressed against his. No secrets remained to be discovered.
Fistfuls of his hair in her palms, she pulled his head harder against her neck and angled her head away, offering the spot as her final act of submission. “Do it. Do it now.”
The first puncture caught her by surprise and spurred a raw, whimpering cry. But as his teeth tore through skin and vessels, the pain flowed into pleasure, the excruciating merged with the erotic, and everything came together in a blinding flash. She trapped a scream behind her teeth as her climax crested on the heels of the mark. Blood trickled over her skin, running between her breasts, spilling down her shoulder blades and smearing against his sweat-slicked chest. All of it so fucking primal and dirty and insane andsublime.
