My body burned.
I’d read people describing sexual desire like that before in my smut books, but this? This was something else. Sweat prickled across my skin, flames flickering along with it, making all of my nerve endings cry out at once. I could hear his frantic slurps, sounding wetter and lewder than any man had ever before, something that seemed to be exacerbated when he pushed his fingers inside me. Two were barely perceptible now, three, starting to get somewhere. I panted out strange sounds, incomprehensible ones, but he pulled away for a second to reply.
“I’ve got what you need, beta.”
A fourth, thick finger was worked slowly inside me. The stretch should’ve hurt, but instead, it just felt insane. My hips moved on automatic, meeting him stroke for stroke, until I started begging for more.
“More?”
His voice was a silken rope, twining itself around my body, tugging my answer from my lips.
“I need you, alpha.”
I’d read in an article that alphas found it hot if their beta lovers sounded a little hopeless, a little destroyed with need, and while I’d considered how the hell I was supposed to play that out, I needn’t have. Right now, I was a panting, writhing mess. I liked cock, loved having something big and hard driven into me over and over, preferably by a dude, but I was handy with my toys when needed. Right now, though? I fucking ached. I did need him, something I whined over and over until he moved out from under me to get behind me.
“Yes please, alpha…” I babbled as I felt his hands on my waist, his thighs against the backs of mine. He shifted slightly, then the sound of a drawer being opened and the crackle of a condom wrapper being ripped open was music to my ears.
“I’ve got just what you need, beta. Keep your hands on the wall now.”
One had been about to slip down, ready to work my clit, but he grabbed it when I didn’t obey immediately, pressing it back against the wall.
“But I need… Alpha, I need…”
“I can smell just what you need.” He grunted as he rubbed his cock against my dripping slit, my hips arching backwards until he stopped me. “We were going to take our time.”
“No, please—”
“Next time,” he promised as he slammed home.
My breath was forced out at the size of him, but my body just seemed to stretch readily, taking every inch. My nails dug into the bedhead, a guttural sound escaping my lips.
“Yes…yes…” I approved of every damn stroke, my body flaring hotter and brighter with each slam of his hips. I found my spine lengthening as I pushed myself back as far as I could, trying to take him deeper. He was giving me every damn thing I needed, the curved angle of his cock rubbing so good on my G-spot, but somehow, it wasn’t enough. It didn’t satisfy me, only made me hungry for more. Faster, harder, deeper, I commanded him this time, demanding everything he had, even as he redoubled his efforts, until finally, I worked out what it was I needed.
He was driving himself into me, thrusting with his entire body, when I began to blossom. That was what it felt like—a heavenly pleasure that filled my entire body, right as it began to swell. Rather than closing down around him, though, clutching him with regular pulses, I was…
“You’re taking me,” he rasped out. “Fuck, look at my knot. Your sweet little pussy, it’s… Oh fuck!”
His thrusts stopped, but I didn’t care, because instead, there was the most god-awful, brilliant, beautiful pressure. I was getting all the damn stretch I could possibly want and then some as my body did something it had never done before. I felt like a flower blooming, opening up to gaze at the sun, but those rays, they were forcing themselves inside me, making me open, open, and then…
“You took my knot! Fuck! You took all of me.”
I was swept up into his arms, held close, and cradled against his body as we kneeled on his bed, locked tight.
“God-fucking-dammit, you feel like heaven,” he rumbled in my ear, right before he nipped at my neck.
Something went loose inside me, and my head tipped sideways, the vulnerable flesh exposed to his sharp teeth.
“Alpha…” I whined, needing something but unable to give voice to it, and I couldn’t settle until I had it. I shifted restlessly in his grip until he let out a flurry of curses, then grabbed my skin between his teeth and gripped me tight.
That was when it came—a great fucking tidal wave of pleasure that washed through me, sweeping me up, tumbling me over and over in each pulse, forcing me to scream out my ragged song of ecstasy, right as I felt his cock explode behind the thin rubber barrier.
“What the fuck was that…?”I moaned as we were lowered down onto the bed. Lucien’s hands roamed across my body like he was claiming every inch of me. I let out a little whimper, feeling the echoes of that pleasure as he kissed my neck, then tugged at my nipples.
“This is you taking my knot, little beta,” he rumbled, his voice the ragged sound of his wolf, not the man. “Now I get to tease this pussy until it slips free. Put your top leg back and over mine. That’s it.”
It was. This was exactly where I needed to be—open to him, full of him, bonded to him.
My eyes flicked open, the heated haze that had been clouding my mind parting for a second.