Page 93 of Fourth Base with the Alpha
It’s only been a few days. But he’s right. It felt like forever.
There’s no slow build up this time. No taking his time with me. No warming me up. I’m already primed for him, ready, wanting nothing more than him moving inside me.
His grip is tight on my hips as he pounds into me and I sob with relief, cry out with pleasure, scream with abandon.
My arms collapse beneath me and my face hits the scratchy rug. I need the soft cushions and blankets of my nest. I need my mate in there with me, soaking the materials in his delectable scent, rutting me and knotting me for days.
This will have to do for now. The distance to the nest was too far and I needed this relief. The pain in my gut melts away. The ache between my legs morphs to unadulterated ecstasy.
His hand slips around to fondle my clit as he continues his merciless pounding, the floorboards creaking underneath us and the air thick with our scents.
He pinches my clit and it’s as if he hits a light switch; the orgasm sparks through my body, all that pain now pleasure.
He groans behind me, faltering. “Shit! Little one. You’re milking me, milking my cock. So greedy for my spunk, aren’t you? Want it all.”
“Si,” I gasp, knowing when he comes I’ll be rewarded with that knot. A knot I need so badly I’m pleading all over again.
He thrusts deep inside me and then with a long drawn-out groan that shakes the walls, he comes. His knot stretches my entrance forcing another orgasm from my ravished body.
We collapse down in a heap on the floor, locked firmly together.
He’s panting by my ear and both our bodies are slippery with sweat. I don’t care. I love the feel of his sweat-soaked body against mine; love the way we smell of sweat and slick and come.
“We didn’t think this through,” I giggle.
“What do you mean?” he says, a hint of warning in his tone.
“Being knotted together on the floor.”
“Fuck it, Isabella, I couldn’t help myself.”
“I’m not complaining, Alpha.” I wiggle my ass against him and he groans, another shot of his come hitting deep inside me.
“Were you serious? About what you said earlier?” I ask.
“Yes, all of it. … which bit?”
I giggle, lifting and kissing the arm wound around my waist.
“Sending my family on a holiday.”
“Shit.” He wriggles us across the floor towards his discarded pants, hooking his phone out of his pocket. “I need to text Kim.”
“You’re going to message another woman while you’re knotted to me?” I tease. “Very rock star.”
“I’m pretty certain West once called Kim while he was getting sucked off.”
“What? Ewww!”
“Those were the old days. The wild days. We’ve calmed down since then.”
“So you no longer stand outside a girl’s doorway shouting her name?”
“Only the special ones.” He kisses my neck as he continues to type away. When he’s done, he tosses the phone across the sofa, then goes back to kissing my neck as he squeezes my breasts.
“You need to think unsexy thoughts,” I nudge him in the ribs, “so we can get off the floor.”
“Impossible,” he murmurs against my skin.
