The praise goes straight to her head, warm and fuzzy. She struggles to move, hands scratching at the mattress, trying to brace herself against his thrusts. Her gasps are thin, sharp wheezes, insufficient to keep her from actually breathing, but the need for air seems to be irrelevant compared to the sheer bliss she's experiencing.
He brushes his lips against her mouth, dragging his tongue over her teeth, swallowing her gasping breaths with satisfaction.
His growls are all animal and every instinct in her body tells her to run, to fight, but she wraps herself around him, holding him tight and finding enough strength to thrust up clumsily, testing if she could control the speed of his thrusts and make it good for the both of them. She doesn't want him to be the one doing all the work while she just lies there, but he growls at her again, his fangs lengthening, warning her to stay put.
"Please, please," she whines, breath catching and hitching with a barely-suppressed sob.
"Still, darling, stay still," he snarls, thrusting harder, tongue spearing into hers, silencing her whimpers.
She feels the pressure inside her build and build with nowhere to go, and then she's gasping, pleasure exploding so thick and perfect inside of her that her vision whitens. she comes with her arms around his neck, her entire body clenching tight, walls milking his cock.
He comes with a snarl and his hands around her back and on her ass, pinching her rabbit tail.
The pleasure of him coming inside of her is so overwhelming that she thinks she blacks out for a few seconds because when she comes to, he is licking away the tears on her face again, his hands on her body, cock still impossibly thick and hard inside of her. She feels him empty his seed inside of her, warm and thick and ever so filling.
He holds her as she keens and whimpers, crying a little bit about how thick he's getting and how she can't take more. "Shh... stay still, love. That's it," he keeps her from shifting, rocking into her again and again, drawing her back into the haze of lust that would turn even the burn of his thick knot inside of her hole into bliss.
Thrice more he comes inside of her, his knot keeping them locked together so she can't move away and all his seed is kept locked inside of her hole. She falls asleep after the second time, going limp in his arms so abruptly that he worries that he's hurt her, but her breathing is even and she smells sated.
She hears him whispering how perfect she is for him when she comes awake with a little whimper, having felt his thick cock pulling out of her. Come spills from her hole and he doesn't seem to like that at all, growling and using his fingers to press them back in, three fingers sliding into her swollen hole easily. She whimpers, still oversensitive from her multiple orgasms, but her body betrays her, moving to his fingers as though eager to reach another.
"I can't," she whines.
He shushes her, completely unreasonable as he attempts to coax another orgasm from her wrung out body. She complies with a gasp.
Chapter Seven: Intruder
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When she wakes, her entire body aches in different ways. She feels a somewhat unpleasant sensation of his come leaking from between her legs and whines.
To her horror, it trickles down and wets the spot of bed she's laying in. She yelps and struggles to get up, only to experience the deja vu of a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
"It's alright, love. Stay," he yanks her back close, lifting her away from the wet patch and closer to his chest. He kisses her neck and rumbles something unintelligible, sounding more asleep than awake.
She tries to go back to sleep for all of thirty seconds before her patience runs out and she wriggling in his grasp, trying to get free. She feels hot and sticky all over, the skin of her neck burning a little bit and then he rubs his stubble on her, so her eyes fill with tears and she sniffs, crying unhappy tears.
That gets him awake instantly. "Fuck. I'm sorry, love. What's wrong?" he turns her around so he's looking at her. "Did I hurt you?" he asks, hands moving up and down her body to make sure he hasn't unintentionally injured her somehow.
It takes a second for her to compose herself. She feels ridiculous for crying over something so little. She sniffs. "I'm gross all over," she says.
He stops panicking and the tension in his shoulders relaxes. "Is that all?" he asks.
She nods, and then panics a little when she realizes it's bright outside and she's probably missed her morning events. Her heartbeat speeds up. "I'm- I'm supposed to be competing," she says.
He snarls at the suggestion. "No."
"No?" she squeaks, suddenly afraid.
He softens at the sight of her fear. "You're staying in here for now, love," he says, trying to sound soothing but the way his voice deepens into a growl at the end isn't very calming. "It's just- have you ever met a newly mated pair before?" he asks.
"My brothers have mates," she says softly.
He opens his mouth, as if to explain, only to be interrupted by a loud knock at the door. There's a soft beep, and then their visitor at the door starts talking.
"Alpha Ethan? Are you there, sir?"
Ethan's entire demeanor changes. His head snaps to the door and he lets out a warning snarl, his entire body vibrating so hard the bed is shaking underneath them. He keeps her trapped underneath him as he continues to growl threateningly at the door.