Page 58 of Prey for Me

I lift up after she sprays my face with her release. I guide my cock between her legs, swirling the tip against her ass.

“No,” she whispers, and I try to smile. I probably look crazed.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. I don’t want it to hurt for either of us,” and it’s true. I may be an asshole, but I like anal to be enjoyable.

“But I want you here,” she pleads with me, parting her pussy lips with the tips of her fingers. “You belong here.”

I choke up; every word she’s saying contains a double meaning for me now. I don’t need more convincing. I palm my knot before tightening my hand into a fist, pumping slowly, trying to squeeze one out before I push inside.

“Why?” She asks, as I try to build up to cumming outside of her pussy. Even when Grace isn’t in heat, every instinct in my body rejects cumming anywhere but inside my omega.

“Why?” she asks more forcefully as I ignore her.

I don’t answer her. How could I even begin to explain? But then, I gasp, moaning, as she reaches for my cock, her hand overlapping mine, determination in her eyes.

“Cum inside of me, Raphi,” she commands me with an urgency that pierces through the haze of my rut like an arrow straight to my heart.

My omega tries to command me. As if she can control me. She’s not even And like a fucking idiot, I obey.

I squeeze her thighs and try to force my second knot inside her wet sex. But she doesn’t give, already so full, so I just rest it against her spasming entrance. She squeezes my hips harder, clawing my ass as I release everything I’ve pent up inside herwith my last stroke. My cock jerks and swells, and before I can stop it we’re locked together.

“Shit,” I murmur, but she smiles against my neck. I didn’t mean to cum so damn fast.

“Don’t move,” she commands me again.

“I can’t,” I grunt, because I’m so swollen I’d rip us apart if I tried.

She laughs, “Even after your knot retreats.”

“I’m sure my soldier isn’t retreating anytime soon, so don’t worry,” I joke and to my surprise, she laughs softly.

“Did you just call your dick your little soldier?” she asks.

“You heard me,” I say, and I swear I can hear her rolling her eyes at me.

“Whatever. Keep me warm until morning,Raphi,” she murmurs, and now the same teasing tone is back when she says my nickname, like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

“We can’t stay that long,” I stroke her hair, and drown in her scent. “Nakoa and Leo will be up before you know it. We’ll have to move before tomorrow morning, for sure.”

“Then hold me until we have to part,” she retrots, not giving into my attempts at gentle coaxing to part as soon as we physically can manage it.

I don’t respond with words, but I’m sure she can smell the pheromones that burst from me, and feel the rumbling response in my chest. She hums back, her pheromones spiking in time with mine. I do just that, hold her tight, our hearts beating in sync, but our feelings for each other separated by an expanse as wide and deep as the ocean.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

GRACE

There’saninvisibleforceanchoring my eyes to the ground as The Lighthouse looms overhead. It’s like the vile pheromones of an evil alpha but worse. The heaviness in the air sinks into my bones as I trudge up the stone steps one at a time. I want to run and run away if I’m honest with myself. But I know I won’t be able to escape the weight of this force.

It’s evil. Just like the island, the benevolent looking white building holds a horrendous core.

As we get closer I become aware of the numerous remnants of scorch marks on the stone. They remind me of the tendrils of a snake and I shutter as the swirling patterns look poised to strike in the setting sun.

Then some splatter like paint until a whole wall is engulfed by the shadow of the fire that took half of this building’s foundation into the bottom of the sea.

It’s unstable and dangerous for other reasons that aren’t just structural.

But it holds answers.

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