Page 76 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
“I’m yours, Javi,” I whisper.
He lets go of my wrists to unzip his fly, and my hands return to his shirt, shredding the last of the fabric. It feels like I’m tearing through his resistance, his hesitations—because as I go feral, he joins me. He kicks off his jeans and his huge cock is suddenly pressing against my core, sliding over my clit as he lets me feel him.
I reach my hand between us and wrap my fingers around his girth. I know he’s big, and I can feel his knot swollen with desire—but I’m sure I can take him, every big, brutal inch. Javi leverages himself on his elbow, his brow furrowed as I stroke him and experiment.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. “But when I’m inside you…our wolves are gonna do what they want.”
I want him too much to care.
Without a word, I position his cock at my center, pausing just for a moment as I gaze into his eyes with the last vestige I have of my humanity.
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, mate. Claim me.”
He buries himself inside me.
I cry out as his lips fall to my neck and he sucks hard on his first bite. I cling to him and ride through the pain, pleasure coursing through me in wave after wave. I’ve never done this before, but I’m so wet with slick that entry is easy and smooth—and my pussy begs for his knot, to lock onto him and keep him nestled inside until he comes. His knot hasn’t pressed inside yet, and he pulls out and pushes back in as he learns my body.
“Peach,” he groans against my neck. “Fuck, Peach, you feel so fucking good.”
“Mate,” I breathe into his ear. “My mate. My one.”
“Say it again.”
“You’re my mate, Javi?—”
He slams into me and the rest of his name shatters into nonsense, his knot slipping past my entrance and holding him in place. I scream and nestle my face against the crook of his shoulder, pleasure radiating, pulsing, bursting in every nerve.
He stops abruptly, poised on the edge of a cliff.
“Did I hurt you?” he breathes against my neck, his tongue flicking out against the bite.
“No…” I whimper. “Keep going please.”
His hips roll and he holds me tight.
“Take me, Peach,” he growls. “Take it all.”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
A sudden orgasm tears through me, shattering me as I pulse around Javi. I wrap myself as tight as I can and breathe into hisear, and I’m biting down before I can stop myself. He lets out a throaty moan at the pain, letting me sink my teeth in, copper on my tongue.
I need more…I need him deeper.
We roll together until I’m on top, and I pull my legs up so that gravity moves him deeper. I groan and press my hands to his chest to push myself up, slick gushing out around his cock, his hair mussed up from my fingers twisting it in knots. His neck is bleeding just below his ear, a small red bite mark the proof that we belong to each other.
I lean down and my tongue darts over the new wound, dragging and tasting salt and copper. His teeth find me again, biting into the flesh of my breast.
Bite marks everywhere—scent, sex, sweat…
I pull away from him, splaying my hands on his chest as I look down at him. His hair and beard are ruffled, his lips red, his green eyes infinite. I can’t even do anything, just feeling how he swells within me, fills me completely.
“Ride me, mate,” he orders.
I nod weakly, but I barely have the ability to even rock my hips. Javi is there, though—always there, even through the harsh words, the gruff attitude—gently taking my hips in his hands, rolling me over him. I fall into the rhythm, pulling at his knot, milking him for all he’s worth.
I won’t be satisfied until he’s put a baby in me.
I won’t be satisfied until I’ve drained him dry.
