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“Good. I can’t rush this, killer, because if you become sore or hurt or God fucking forbid, torn, you’re not going to get a couple of days to recover. Once your Heat starts in earnest, you’re going to want me inside you, whether it’s painful or not. So I’m going to move slowly. And I need you to do what I say. Okay?”
Another, more subdued nod. A “My good girl” brushed against my jaw helps his finger sink deep enough that he can slowly, relentlessly work another one inside, tucked next to the first. I clench around him hard enough to make him grunt. The stretch burns so nicely, I cannot help but squirm. My fingernails dig into his arm, his wrist, searching for purchase, a counterpoint. My hips won’t stay still, my entire body twitches, I still needmore, but I’m being good. I’m doing what he says.
“Yeah, you are.” His laugh is rough and shaky. Another loving, soft kiss, this time on the corner of my mouth. “You werebornfor this. A little more, huh?” Reality fuzzes over. Sweat drips from his body onto mine. I shake head to toe, contracting around fingers that are too thick and not thick enough. I’m on the edge, and the finish line keeps moving farther and farther, and—
“Can’t come like this, either, sweetheart? It’s okay, almost there. Take them a little deeper, and we can try again.” A few low encouragements—yes,good,look at you,just a little more— and then he’s on top of me again, biting my lower lip as he eases inside. This time, the first couple of inches slip right in.
“Yes,” I say, drawing up the knee he’s not pinning to the mattress. “Yes, yes,yes.”
He winces and smiles at the same time, and there is something youthful about it, something that looks fresh on Koen’s face. “See, we’re getting there.” Teeth close around my earlobe. “You just need to be patient. Don’t you?”
Yes.
“I thought so.” He wraps his hand around my throat, thumb and index finger on either side of my jaw. He doesn’t press, but it’s a warning, a reminder of who’s in charge. I wonder what’s wrong with me, that I experience so much gratitude for it, tears stream down my face.
We are not Human.
We really aren’t.Iam not. I’ve never felt it so much as right now, with Koen licking the tears off my temple. “Quiet,” he whispers against my ear. “Don’t make me come too soon. Let me get you used to it.”
I still my lower body, obedient. Or not. When I tip my head to the side and scrape my teeth around the gland on his throat—
“Fucking hell.” His control vanishes. Our eyes meet. His hold on my neck moves upward, fingers splayed open, pressing on mychin. Index and middle dip in my mouth, slide over my tongue, the grip tight enough to stop me from moving my head again. Then his cock drives deeper inside me, sustained, unrelenting, long and fat and far too much. I beg for more of it around his fingers, even as every sinking inch has me pushing my palms against his shoulders to shove him away. My heels twist against the sheets. I try to make room that doesn’t exist.
“Breathe,” he tells me. “Just breathe, Serena.”
I’m trying, I can’t bring myself to say. I want everything. Nothing. No— everything. I babble things that make no sense, clawing into the muscles of his upper arms, holding on to the large expanse of his upper back until the sweat makes my palms slip. All throughout, Koen does exactly what I need. We’re past words and gestures. Past the ability to lie. We’re Weres, and we communicate through scents.
He understands what I want: to be broken in. “It’s okay, Serena. Almost all in. Easy.” A little more. A little more. There’s no room, but he’ll make it. One tweak of my nipple, one kiss to my gland, one flick on my clit at a time.
“I think I like this,” he says, strained. Hazy eyed.
“You t- think?” The words muffle against his fingers. My internal muscles are overextended. “T- that’s flattering.”
His laughter is a choked huff. “I meant— having you this way. Exposed. Pinned.” His hand slips to cup my head. He kisses my lips, gentle. “In a matter of days, you’re going to leave, and I’ll spend the rest of my life as your fucking servant. Whatever you ask me for, you’ll have. But here you are. Defenseless. Mine for a short time.”
He almost pulls out. Pushes in again. My moan meets the air rushing out of him. He repeats the same motion, wild eyed, lips curving in a dumbfounded, incredulous smile. I feel him rearranging my cunt, my soul, my entire damn life, and losecontrol of my body. My head falls back. My thighs tremble. His thrusts are slow. Shallow. Redefining.
“’S good,” I say, meaning that it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life, bar none.
“It’s good,” he agrees, looking like he means the exact same thing.
Another stroke. Another one, slow, like he wants to make each last as long as possible. He luxuriates. Indulges in every second of friction. “Serena,” he breathes out against my cheekbone. “I think this might be it, for me.”
His arms slide under my back before I can ask him what he means. Gather me up in a viselike embrace. The drag of our skins. Wet noises. A terrible, all-consuming heat. His eyes, never leaving mine. It all whirls together and winds down to the place where Koen is fucking me.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp, and convulse around him before I’m even done announcing it, pawing desperately at his shoulder. He stays still while I do, waits it out crammed inside, pressing against all those spots.
When I’m done, he kisses my cheek, tells me how beautiful I am, and orders, ruthless, “Again.”
I want to laugh at him, but he makes me come in less than a minute with slow rolls of his hips and watches every second of me falling apart.
“Serena,” he says, except there’s no sound other than the whimpers in my throat. “Again.”
“I can’t,” I tell him, but I’m so wrong, and his pace is measured, a patient, unforgiving rhythm, and this time my release is so intense, I forget to breathe.
“Absurd,” he says, and I know he’s going to ask me for more. It occurs to me how terrifying it must be, for an Alpha whose existence is predicated upon control, the unraveling that comeswith pleasure like this. I wonder if he knows. I wonder if anyone has seen him this vulnerable in the past two decades.
I reach up to cradle his face in my hands. Kiss his hot lips. Say, “Koen. Next time, I’d like for you to come, too.”
