Page 128 of Heat & Deceit
I’m so full, all I can do is hang on. Javi begins to constrict my airway s as his knot balloons, stretching me farther than I think I can bear. Slick gushes around his thick length, stopping any pain and leaving only sweet delirium as our bodies lock together. My eyelids flutter closed.
The first orgasm crashes through me, and Javi eases up on my throat, allowing me space to suck in air as I moan and beg for more.
“Good, you’re such a good girl,” he praises, fingers clamping around my neck again. “Are you a good girl?”
My eyes fly open, and I nod, gripping the wrist of the hand around my throat.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I rasp, rocking my hips in time with his hard and deep thrusts. His cock is so deep inside of me, my stomach bulges.
A feral smile pulls at his lips, and his eyes stray to my bare shoulder, his thoughts more than clear. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than his teeth sinking into my skin, marking and claiming and taking.
“Please,” I moan as he jerks inside of me, hot cum spilling inside my cunt. There’s so much, it already coats my thighs. “Bite me.” This time, the begging comes from deep inside of me, the memory of being knotted but not claimed crashing through my mind. “Please, Javi.”
His eyes darken, as if realizing where my mind is. His hand slips from my throat and he braces himself on his arms, lips capturing mine, whispering reassurances as they trail down my jaw, pepper my neck with kisses, and finally settle on my clavicle. “Mine,” he growls before his teeth sink into my skin.
Pain lights up my body, but he rolls his hips, the stretch and pressure of his knot stealing away any agony as Javi makes me well and truly his. I wrap my arms around him and curl my head up, moving my hips underneath him, working my pussy up and down his pulsing length, forcing us both to the cusp of another orgasm while he marks me.
His chest rumbles, a deep, pleased sound that makes my walls clamp tightly around him. More cum fills me, hot and warm andmine.
* * *
“Tell me something about yourself,” I say, draping my leg over his hips and pressing into his side. I’m covered in slick and cum, but it doesn’t bother me, especially knowing how much Javi wanted this.
He runs his fingers over the mark he left on my shoulder. My pulse jumps in response to his touch, and I sigh, a lazy smile tugging at my lip. For one panicked moment, I thought he might deny me, but time and time again, these alphas prove they’re nothing like my old pack.
“What do you want to know?”
I shrug. “Something no one else knows.” Seeing as he claimed me, I want to know everything there is to know. Maybe it’s not logical to wear his mark without really knowing him, but nothing about this relationship has been conventional. These alphas found their way into my life, unapologetically taking up space inside my head.
He hums. “Sometimes, when no one is around, I drink from the carton.”
“Javi,” I say with a laugh, squeezing his middle. “Something serious.”
“Sometimes I miss my parents.”
I rest my chin on his chest and gaze up at him. “Can you go see them?”
“I could,” he says with a sigh, resting his hand on my arm. “But I won’t. They would probably attack me if I showed up to see them.”
Pressing my lips together, I drum my fingers on his side. He told me about his parents and the horrible things they threatened him with when he was little. I want to ask more, but I’m afraid he might not like that. “Is it okay to ask questions?”
He glances down at me. “Of course, it’s okay. You never have to worry about me getting mad at you for being curious.” His eyes darken. “If your old pack weren’t in jail already—”
“Kiki has first dibs,” I cut in. “I don’t want to talk about them.”
“Fair enough.” He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it, placing my palm over his heart. “It hasn’t slowed since you walked into my life.”
“Don’t try to distract me with romance.”
He chuckles. “It’s the truth.”
“Have you tried to see them?” I redirect the conversation, dropping a kiss on his chest.
“No. Nothing good would come of it—I know that—but there’s a part of me that misses having parents, you know?”
“When I was a kid, my dads never paid attention to me. I only ever had my brother, Kody. He was so good.” I swallow back the familiar grief that accompanies saying his name. “But no matter how much he did to take care of me, part of me wished my dads cared. I think that missing a parent’s love is like missing a fundamental part of yourself. Kody meant the world to me, but he wasn’t a father. My mother was never around. Kids are supposed to have their parents. They’re meant to be loved and cared for.” I look him in the eye. “It’s okay to miss the potential of what should have been.”
