Page 93 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
Ori grunted and his hips jerked in response. He couldn’t help it, I knew, but I put my hands on his waist to still him.
“Calm,” I said. “Let me.”
His eyes rolled up at my words, and I realized he really did get off on my domination.
We were perfect for each other.
His big hands wrapped about my thighs, inching to cup my buttocks as I moved upon him.
“Touch me more,” I commanded.
He stroked my ass as I moved, kneading, gripping.
“Oh fuck!” It was so good I was on the verge of coming. Fast.
His hips bucked once more. His head came up and banged back on the pillow, mouth opening.
Faster and faster I rode him. One of his hands came around to stroke me and that was it. I went over the edge and my cock spurted hard, ribbons of white tossing themselves upon his chest.
So good. Better than good. Ecstasy of the best vintage because it was mixed with love, impossible to bottle, priceless if you ever could manage to sell it.
His cock swelled inside me as he began to come and the warmth of him began to fill me.
I continued to milk him with my muscles, pressing down on him as far as I could because I knew what was coming. The knot.
My body felt the widening of him at the base of his cock. So it began.
I pressed harder. I didn’t want him to slip out now.
I felt it grow and swell, pressing my entrance. My heart leaped in my chest, unsure. But I kept pushing and he kept yelling as his orgasm swept him over and over.
Alphas were lucky that way. Prolonged coming. Fuck, I envied that. Multiple orgasms wracked them during a knot until they depleted everything they had to give.
He flooded my insides. I could already feel some of it leaking out of me, wetting the base of his cock. Before we were finished, it would drench us both, balls and all.
I’d seen Ori’s knot before. He’d knotted with me inside him twice in all the times we made love. I’d squeezed it as I fucked him into bliss, a bulge that moved from the base of the cock and up the shaft, slowly, a thing of beauty and pleasure, a quivering, throbbing ball that swelled upward as it was stroked.
It made the skin of his dark cock shine where it stretched him. It made the tip of his cock bulge with pressure as it kept leaking, the little orifice growing redder and redder with the effort of expulsion.
This night I wouldn’t see it but I was surely feeling it.
I stopped rocking and pressed my palms flat to his chest.
His breathing came fast. In gasps, he spoke through his throes of pleasure. “Holland, are you all right? I want—I want--”
I shut my eyes, feeling the way the knot burned a bit as it stretched and strained against my opening. The sting of it began but would pass as it moved.
“I’m all right. Hold me tight. I want to be yours.” Carefully, I leaned toward him, opening my eyes.
He lay with his curls splashed against the pillow and his dark eyes shining.
“I won’t hurt you. I swore it!” he breathed.
“You aren’t hurting me. I want you. I want forever with you!”
We were both so young, but intrinsically I knew the truth of my words—forever with you—went beyond those three magical ones—I love you. This was more than a marriage. If it took, it would be a pure and true mate-bond, which meant I would feel his every Burn. I would feel the pull as if verbally called to his side. I would service him forever even at the expense of my own life.
Well, I loved the intent, but certainly I was not planning to die. Nor, I knew, was he.
