Page 113 of The Mating Game
I hear a slight growl in my chest, and I can’t pinpoint where it comes from. “Yes what?”
“What?”
My jaw clenches as I take in her confused expression. She hasn’t called me it since that first time, weeks ago, and even then, it was no more than an accident. I can’t say why I’m so desperate to hear it again, the need building inside me at a constant pace since she first went into heat.
“Alpha,” I tell her, nipping at her earlobe. “I want you to call me alpha.”
And she doesn’t hesitate, gasping when I tease the sensitive flesh between my teeth as she utters, “Yes, alpha.”
I feel the word as if it’s reached out and caressed me, my chest swelling and my cock doing something similar as I thrust against her again. I let a hand slide down the length of her side and wrap it around her hip to steady her squirming body as I dip into her.
The first press of my cock against her entrance actually takes my breath away. I brace myself on my hands when I begin to push into her, needing to see her face. Needing to watch every expression as she takes me. To commit them to memory. There’s a kernel of fear deep inside me that grows each time I touch her like this, because I have no way of knowing what comes after. I can tell myself it’s just hormones making me feel this way, that her heat is triggering my more possessive instincts—but I don’t think that’s true. How can it be, when I spend most of my waking moments lately thinking about her?
I’m distracted by the way she clenches around me—she’s so tight, sosmall. I feel every inch, every ridge of her, gripping me,holdingme.Her mouth parts in a silent cry, and she watches my face as I push deeper. She tenses, and I reach down to hold her face as my thumb strokes her cheek. “Relax, sweetheart. You have to relax. You can take me. You already have. You were made for me. For this.”
She blows out a breath, and I feel the tightness of her pussy relax a fraction as she tries to obey. I press my lips to hers, gripping her tight as I sink farther. Every time I’m inside her, there’s a slight resistance at first—I’m so much larger than her, I’m not sure if there will ever be a time that there isn’t—but there’s relief in knowing that shecantake me, that she was meant to.
My body acts on its own now, taking what she’s offering—claiming.When I surge deeper, the quietest of sounds escapes her, and I cover her face with kisses over and over as I seat myself inside her fully.
It’s torture.
It’sbliss.
It takes everything I have not to move.
My chest is tight with some primal satisfaction, and the sound I make can only be described as a purr. “You take me so well, Tess. Such agoodgirl for me. You feel incredible, do you know that? So wet, sowarm—I don’t ever want to do anything else but this.”
“Alpha.”
“Tell me how you feel.”
“Full. Sofull.” She shifts her hips, pressing closer as I hiss out a breath. “I need you to move. Please, move.Please, alpha.”
Pulling out of her is sweet torture. Every inch of her tight channel grips me as I withdraw, my cock wet with her fluids and yet stillsnuginside her. “You’re so perfect,” I groan into her skin. “Made for me. This pussy wasmadefor me.”
“Hunter.”
I love the way even my name sounds as if she’s begging for me. “I’m going to knot you, Tess. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I thrust back into her a little harder. “I’m going to knot you because you need it. BecauseIneed it. I’m going to knot you because youbelong to me.”
And I don’t know if that’s true, but I can’t seem to stop asserting that it is. She might not be mine next week or even tomorrow, but right now? Right now she absolutelyis.
“Say it, Tess,” I urge. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whines. “You, Hunter.”
I’m driving into her now, abandoning my feeble attempts to be gentle. She doesn’t protest—only wraps her legs around my waist as she clings to my shoulders, taking everything I give her. Her breathy sounds wash along my throat, her face buried in my hair. I feel her lips as they find my skin, the light flick of her tongue along my gland, and I’m lost, utterlylostin her.
I don’t know what comes after this, don’t know what it will mean for us when it’s over—and I realize all at once that it terrifies me, the not knowing. I told myself I would never feel this way about another person, not again, and yet here I am, wanting to own this woman like she was made for me, because right now…it feels like she was.
“That’s it,” I huff. “That’s it, Tess.Do you feel that? The way your body accepts me? Welcomes me, even?” I roll my hips and bottom out, feeling that flood of heat building at the base of my spine as my balls draw up tight and my cock hardens further. “Because it’smine.Your body, your mouth, your sweet little pussy—every inch, every curve, every fucking piece of you is mine. Do you understand?”
She’s nodding against my skin, her little tongue at my gland until my vision is nothing more than a blur of colors and the world a haze of sounds and there isnothing—nothing but her and this moment.
My breath comes out in labored pants as I surge into her with such a force that her entire body jolts with every thrust. She’s clinging to my shoulders, holding me as tight as she’s able as I fill her again and again andagain.I’m so close—so fuckingclose—I need her to come. Need to feel her quiver and shake around my cock knowing I did that,Imade her fall apart.
