Page 94 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
His arms wrapped around my waist, fingers slipping on my hot skin. I felt the knot move, then, and the pressure against my hole gave a bit, and the sting receded.
I breathed and leaned into him, chest to chest, feeling him lock into me.
We stayed connected without effort now as his hips bucked in continuous pleasure and I held him through orgasm after orgasm. I kissed his neck, his chin, his jaw and finally, as he tilted his head down to me, his lush lips. Our tongues entwined.
I felt as if all barriers were stripped away. I lost all sense of where my skin ended and his began. The cock inside me became my cock, hard and pulsing as, to my great surprise, I felt myself come again.
Everything ceased to have any meaning but the two of us together, fitting like pieces of a puzzle meant to be interlocked to create an edge of a picture we could both only barely see at this point. But that puzzle was as big as life, and we were starting it together.
I felt an electric current run through my body and I could sense him in my mind now, a presence warm and lingering, something I wanted to grab with my thoughts as well as my limbs, and hold on never to let go.
I didn’t actually hear Ori’s thoughts, but I sensed his ecstasy, and his essence wove through me in a series of beautiful designs like elaborate braids and weavings and knots.
The knot inside me moved again, causing him to cry out into our kiss.
I rocked my hips, squeezed my muscles and milked him internally until the knot rose and rose, filling me with its pleasure and his seed.
Everything was wet: the air, our bodies, the sheets. It didn’t matter. This was all.
Time stood still. I wanted the sensations within me to never end. But when I felt him jerk again in ecstasy, the knot deflated. My body sagged against him.
It was done.
I lifted my head. Our eyes met. But I didn’t need to look at him to feel him in me now, mind and blood and bone. I knew the mate-bond had worked. It coursed in waves of longing and love I could barely contain.
“Oh wow,” he said.
“Fuck. Yeah.” I tried to shrug but I was already laughing at myself for trying to be an ass again. My old rude self.
I pulled my body up and off him, looking down at our wet bodies.
“Shower,” I said. “New sheets.”
“I know it’s a mess,” he began.
“Let’s be quick.”
His eyebrows went up.
I smacked him lightly on the shoulder “So we can do it all over again.”
He sat up as I backed off him, but grabbed me hard, kissing me. When he pulled back, I said, “It’s here.” I pointed to my temple.
“I feel it.” His smile cast its light all over me, making me hot again.
“I love you,” I said.
He pushed me to the foot of the bed, slid off the edge, came around and picked me up as if I weighed no more than a bundle of feathers.
“I love you,” he replied.
Like a man who’d won the grandest prize in a great battle, he carried me off to the shower.
It was like being drugged. I felt his Burn within me like a flame licking all along the insides of my skin.
When we emerged from the bathroom, clean once more, we changed the sheets, then tumbled into them to make love again.
We repeated that routine six more times before hunger drove us out of the room the next day. Plus, we’d run out of sheets.
