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He shot me a look over his shoulder, and I kissed the tip of his nose. “I want you to love it too, dearie.”
I thought I heard the words, “Yeah, right,” but I must have been mistaken. He flinched a little as I moved the slightest bit, but he stayed where he was. He was going to grin and bear it, and the Alpha asshole inside me wanted to mount him and pound him into the furs, but I knew how badly I’d hurt him if I tried such a thing. I couldn’t do that.
I pulled back out and sat on my heels to admire my mate and to get a peek at the puckered flesh, now twitching a little. Maybe I needed to rethink this thing. How could I help make this pleasurable for him? I caressed his firm ass with my palm and a wave of possessiveness washed over me. I wanted to make this good for him every step of the way, but it wasn’t happening so far.
“Why did you stop?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
His back tensed. “I can take it. And from what Grimora said, we don’t have a choice.”
“I don’t care about what Grimora said. I want you to enjoy it. I want you to love it.”
He sighed, shook his head and then put it back down, obviously resigning himself to just enduring the pain. Meanwhile, my body was humming with desire and the urge to never see him hurt again. My tongue swiped over him, moved up to mouth his balls, tease his taint, and then dove my tongue straight into his tight pucker. I’d never done this to anyone before, but this was my Brandon. I wanted to see if it helped.
I got my answer, because he roared with shock and what sounded like passion. It was some strong emotion, anyway, and he tried to move away, but I held him firmly in position. My mouth worked his most sensitive areas, sometimes swirling my tongue and sometimes sucking. Mostly licking him. The smell of cinnamon apples was strong, and I knew that had to be his pheromones working overtime. Brandon cursed and writhed underneath me the entire time. His fingers fisted and unfisted. He begged me to stop. He begged me to never stop. His back arched high, and he tried to pull away. Then in the next moment, he tried to push back against my mouth. As I pleasured him, I listened to him come undone, and knew he was lost to the pleasure.
“Rox, stop. I…I can’t…take anymore,” he cried and then tried to buck me off him when two of my fingers slid inside of him just as the tip of my tongue slid across his pucker again. I started to pull away, but he cried out. “No. Don’t stop! Oh, Rox.”
I began stretching him again, massaging him with the oil, and he moaned and whimpered as my fingers grazed and rubbed across his prostate.
“I’m going to come!”
“No, not yet,” I ordered sharply as I wrapped my fingers tightly around the base of his cock, holding off his orgasm until I was deep inside of him. The gland at the base of my cock—my knot—was swelling a bit, and I knew I had to get it inside him while it was still possible.
“Please, please, please,” he mumbled. “Don’t stop.” His bottom lip was bleeding a little because of the way he had tried to stifle his whimpers and moans. The blood only added to my frenzy for him. I licked it and he moaned. What the hell did it mean that I craved his blood, I wondered.
“Easy, dearie. I’ve got you,” I crooned as I fumbled for the oil to coat my fingers and get them inside him. He wasn’t stretched nearly enough, but I had already waited too long. I removed my fingers and pushed the crown of my cock up against his hole. With a quick thrust of my hips, the swollen head pushed past the protective ring of muscles. Another solid pump of my hips and my cock was buried all the way in and up to my knot. I wondered if it was even possible to squeeze that inside him.
His eyes fluttered against his cheeks and a triumphant smile curved his lips. The side of his face rested against the pillow and his breathing relaxed. “Fuck,” he whispered in awe. “You did it. I didn’t think you could, but you did. I feel so stuffed.” He frowned and his body winced. “Is it supposed to burn? It’s burning.”
Oh no. He was already feeling my knot, which secreted certain hormones that caused multiple orgasms. I didn’t know it would burn. With no other choice, I grabbed his lean hips, and as gently as possible eased the baseball-sized gland through his opening. It wasn’t easy. He immediately started struggling when he felt the impossible invasion, but I held on tightly, not leaving him any room for escape. Finally, the entire gland disappeared inside the tight passage, and he shouted out hoarsely.
My heart ached for him, but my body burned for him and this mating that would make him mine forever. I felt myself growing thicker as my gland tightened its hold. Since there was no escaping me now, I let my hands roam over his body and tried to soothe his fears.
He tried to crawl away from me, but our bodies were tied…knotted together for the mating, and it would be this way for maybe the next half-hour. I knew he was feeling awful discomfort at the moment, but very soon, waves of pleasure would begin to consume him as orgasm after orgasm claimed his body. Every time my gland would pulse, it would caress Brandon’s prostate, and an orgasm would wrack his body. At least I sure hoped so. That’s how it was for omegas, so I silently begged the gods to help him get there too.
“Stop! Rox, I can’t do this anymore. Take it out.”
He kept trying to get away, but it was only resulting in making him squirm on my cock which drove me wild. Bless his heart, though, his cock had stayed hard through it all. “Shhhh,” I kept whispering as I stroked him. He kept begging for me to withdraw, not understanding that was impossible at this point.
My own back arched in ecstasy when the first pulse started to hit me, and that’s when his first orgasm overtook him too.
Strands of cum spurted from his cock. My body lay over his, pushing him into the furs and flexing my alpha position in the relationship. Nothing I could do to stop it either, though I knew it was a shit thing to do. My Alpha had totally taken control.
His body trembled and whimpers tumbled from his mouth. When he looked back at me, his bright eyes were darker than normal. He looked weak and exhausted…but incredibly satiated. The poor thing looked like he was ready for a nap. He had no idea that was only the beginning of the ritual. “You’re mine now, dearie. Forever and always,” I whispered as I kissed the back of his neck.
“Shouldn’t you take that thing out of me now?”
I chuckled against his neck. “No, honey, I can’t. You know how this works. That was only the first wave. We will be knotted together like this until my body decides to release. You’ve been so strong—my perfect mate.”
“No way,” he said with a shake of his head. “I can’t keep doing this, Rox. Take it out now. It’s too much. The stretch and burn hurts, but then the orgasm is even worse.”
He was breaking my heart with this shit. “You know I can’t do anything,” I tried to explain. “I can’t just stop it. Wait, hold on because I think another one is about to happen.”
His eyes grew wide, and he started shaking his head, but before he could beg me to stop, the orgasm gripped his body and took over. He moaned and thrashed on my cock and his lean hips strained down into the furs. When his eyes started to roll back in his head, I gave him another bite. I had expected him to cry out or curse me, but there was nothing.
Again and again, the pulses hit my gland and then his body would quiver and tremble. I was afraid I was killing him and almost cried out for Grimora, except that I knew Brandon would kill me if I did.
