Page 82 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
She reaches for me—desperate, unashamed—and I let her tug me closer as I push my cock against her entrance. Her slick clings to my tip and she lifts her hips to meet me, panting as I tease her with shallow thrusts.
“Javi—”
I slide in slow. Inch by inch. Letting her feel every part of me, letting herstretcharound me until she’s gasping and writhing beneath me, her hands scrabbling at my back.
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “You’resobig?—”
“You can take it,” I growl. “You already have. You were made for me.”
When I bottom out, I pause there, buried to the hilt, our bodies locked together. She trembles underneath me, the muscles in her legs twitching from the pressure of being so full. I lean down and kiss her jaw, her throat, the curve of her breast—soft reverent kisses between the chaos of our need.
“You’re everything, Peach,” I murmur. “Every time I look at you, I forget why I was ever scared.”
She cups my face, her thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Then don’t be scared. Just stay.”
My heart fuckingshatters.
I pull back and thrust again—slow, deep, dragging it out. Her head falls back and she lets out the prettiest, broken little sound as I start to move. Her thighs clamp around my waist, her heels pressing into my back, urging me deeper.
We find a rhythm—lazy, desperate, hungry. My cock slides against her walls with every thrust, hitting just right, making her cry out again and again as pleasure builds in both of us. Her cunt tightens like a vice, drawing me in, coaxing me to stay.
And when I feel her getting close, when her nails sink into my shoulders and her voice rises with every breath?—
I reach between us and rub her clit with my thumb.
Sheshatters.
Her orgasm hits like a wave, crashing through her in a blinding surge. She clenches down around me so hard I nearly lose it, my hips jerking erratically as I fuck her through it. Her whole body shakes, her breath coming in sobs, and she holds onto me like she never wants to let go.
“Good girl,” I rasp. “So perfect. So fucking perfect?—”
Her eyes flutter open just in time to see mine go wild—my pupils blown wide, my teeth gritting together.
“Javi,” she gasps.
“I’m close,” I warn, voice hoarse. “You want my knot again, baby?”
She nods fast, her hands slipping down to my ass,pulling me in.
“Give it to me,” she begs. “Knot me. I need it.”
That’s all it takes. I slam home andlock, my knot swelling, sealing us together. Her body wraps around mine like a home I’ve always longed for, and I come with a growl that feels like it tears the soul out of me.
It’s not just an orgasm.
It’s a surrender.
I give her everything.
Seed, breath, body, heart.
I give herme.
18
JAVI
The sea churns around our boat as we make our way out on the sea, toward an artificial reef where the biggest fish like to hang out. Gideon stands at the prow while Abel pilots the vessel, a couple other men lounging around and looking out on the blue water. It’s my first time on the water since I got stuck on the Rig, and it feels natural to get my sea legs back under me.
