Page 26 of Accept Me (Fate’s Choice #4)

I felt his fingers slip away from my cock and my neck. A wave of disappointment washed over me. He turned and left the room, and I stood there, dazed, unsure what I was supposed to do now.

A few moments later, Hunter came back, carrying something in his hand.

I could tell by the smell it was a condom, and I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed, knowing those things tended to block the so-called First Orgasm experience.

After all, I worked as a consultant for Malden Pharmaceuticals, and I knew well that suppressants dulled that effect significantly, and Hunter was still taking his as far as I know.

Add a condom on top of that, and it would prevent the full closing of the energetic circuit between fated mates. Sure, the instant orgasm would still come, but without that signature electric charge that confirmed the circuit had been successfully closed.

But I wasn’t about to question his decision. If Hunter wanted to use a condom, that was his choice. Maybe he still wanted us to keep getting to know each other without speeding the creation of Bond, or maybe he had different reasons.

My whole body was gearing up for this. Everything in me that used to be fear and resistance now felt paper-thin. What used to be a wall was now something I could step through. Was the power of heat really that strong, or was it the knowledge I was about to have sex with my fated mate?

Simply… I needed to be filled, to be taken. I wanted to come, to shoot my load, to release all the tension that had been building up and boiling inside me.

I felt Hunter pull the cucumber out and set it down nearby, close enough to my face that it was practically a reminder of how this whole thing had started.

I still didn’t dare to look back, but I felt him lean in. His lips brushed against the rim of my hole, and his fingers came to rest on both sides of it, gently spreading me open like he was trying to get a better look inside.

"Beautiful color. Textbook heat," he murmured, inspecting me closely.

Any other time I might’ve died of embarrassment, but now it only made me feel filthier, in the best way.

Then his fingers slid deeper inside me. A moment later they brushed my swollen prostate, insanely sensitive.

And since I’d already teased it a bit that morning, now it felt impatient.

I wanted him to press it, but he seemed to know exactly how close I was.

Instead, he kept working his fingers around my rim, moving in smooth, circular motions, opening and closing me up, loosening me with just enough pressure.

Heat really did help. I felt relaxed and loose, ready to take him in, even with how big I knew he was.

"Do it, Hunter. Just do it," I murmured, both palms flat on the counter, my forehead still pressed against it.

Hunter didn’t respond right away. He kept working me open, patient, taking his time. I had the feeling he had a whole approach to this, a method. I remembered his ex-husband had been this short, delicate omega. Hunter probably could write a book about stretching out tight holes.

Finally, he straightened up and placed his hands over mine, my fingers splayed on the countertop.

His hands were so good. Dry but warm, solid and sure.

Then, gently, Hunter leaned in, tilted his head, and pressed a soft kiss to my temple.

It was such a strange, tender gesture, so unexpected. No one had ever started sex with me like that.

Meanwhile, something thick and heavy pushed against my rim.

Shit, I hadn't expected such a stretch! Even after everything Dino had forced on me with his buddies… was it possible that Hunter was really the thickest of them all?

The man had a damn log.

I braced myself for pain or discomfort or immediate, defensive clenching, but none of it came. Instead, I just wanted him even deeper.

As he slowly pushed in, my breath hitched. My prostate pulsed with anticipation. Every inch he sank inside me sent tiny shockwaves across my abdomen. My chest tightened, not from anxiety, not like during an asthma attack, but in a wild, euphoric way.

Deeper. Just a little deeper.

Was it really about to happen? The famous instant orgasm thing, even if it would be without the electric vortex effect?

His cock rubbed against my prostate, nudging it over in a perfect, toe-curling way, and I felt something slip out of me: a needy whimper.

I clenched my fists around his fingers, encouraging him to push deeper into me, my hole responding, rippling around his shaft. Hunter seemed to understand instinctively what I needed; his hips drove forward, filling me even deeper.

It was imminent, I mewled; it sounded embarrassingly like a small chick. But I had no time to be ashamed, because I… came!

Fast, hard, and unexpected.

The orgasm was strange: intense, but not fully satisfying.

It was like climaxing, but still just before climaxing! How odd.

Heat. It explained it… I simply needed more. So I pulled on his wrists, forcing him to move.

Only then did he start to actually thrust inside me, slow and sensual.

Every rocking move as he penetrated me further down my passage brought indescribable pleasure, every nerve keyed to his motion.

It felt like my brain was being rewritten, like new neural pathways were forming right then and there.

For once, sex wasn’t something I endured.

I was experiencing it, wanting it, learning it with each deep, sensual push.

And none of it hurt. It wasn’t brutal or rough; it was leisurely and amazing.

I guided his hand back toward my neck, showing him what I needed: that grounding pressure, to feel held in place, locked into this act with him.

Hunter’s hand slipped beneath my hair and firmly gripped my nape.

A soft, helpless omega sound slipped from my throat. And Hunter answered it with a rough, primal alpha growl, one that made it very clear: he was claiming me and my hole.

But at the same time, he leaned in, and his lips brushed along my cheek, then went lower, and settled against my scent gland.

Another shiver rolled down my spine.

Was he about to mark me?

Fate, I was ready…

But he didn’t.

He lingered there instead, teasing me with light kisses and gentle nips, sucking softly at my gland. I loved how his breath was ghosting over my skin, while I experienced every inch of him inside me.

I kinda waited for it, but he didn't send the call expressing his will to mark me. Even though I was dying to say yes, I understood why he stopped. The whole experience was overwhelming enough, not just physically, but emotionally. And so groundbreaking.

Of my own will, I had only ever surrendered to Dino once before, and that had ended in pain and regret. But with Hunter, this was safe and healing.

It’s almost impossible to describe what I felt. The emotions tore through me, layered with every thrust. Quiet gasps escaped my throat, while electric waves ran down my spine, gathering heat in my pelvis.

My body, my hole, was being caressed, filled, and cherished in a way that repaired something broken inside me; I chose, I decided, I consented. My sexuality was finally mine. And it was incredible.

Still, there was something missing, an emotional factor, but I knew it was too soon for that.

About two minutes later, my arousal ripened into another orgasm that rocked through me.

And I could tell Hunter was close to his second one too, which was surprising.

Alphas usually didn’t come this fast during rut, definitely not every two minutes!

But he seemed ravenous. Beneath that stoic mask there lurked something wild.

"Star, if I don’t stop now, I’m going to knot you," he said, his voice strained, like he was barely hanging on.

I couldn’t believe how fast it was all happening. Knotting was supposed to come much later, deeper into the heat, or deeper into the relationship. So I didn’t even know what to say. I guess my silence made him think I didn’t want it, because he pulled back and slipped out of me.

"I have to stop now, or I’ll glue us together for the next hour. My knots usually last that long," he added, his whole body shaking with the effort not to give in.

"You can if you want," I whispered, feeling empty.

"Let’s leave it for another time."

I was still bent over the kitchen counter, still aching for his cock, but I didn’t know how to ask for more. So I just waited there, staring down at the countertop, my body buzzing.

Behind me, I could hear Hunter breathing deeply, trying to fight the urge to keep fucking.

I was afraid to look up, afraid to meet his eyes, my heart pounding in my chest.

Then I felt his hands on my back, warm, sure, moving in slow, reassuring circles. He gripped my shoulders next, and in one smooth but firm motion, he turned me to face him.

I was flushed, embarrassed, ashamed.

But when I finally looked into his eyes, I didn’t see judgment. For someone whose face was usually hard to read, his gaze was incredibly gentle.

My heart raced. I wanted to say something, anything that would make this less awkward, something smart or lighthearted, but I couldn’t find the words.

And maybe Hunter sensed that.

Because instead of talking, he simply pulled me into his arms and pressed me against his chest, one hand cradling the back of my head.

He stroked my hair slowly, tenderly, as though he was trying to soothe every nerve that had just been laid bare.

We stood there for a moment. I could finally calm down, and I realized I needed to take a few deep breaths too. Damn, that had been intense; I didn’t think it had fully hit me yet. I really needed five minutes of nothing but quiet and rest, and Hunter gave me exactly that.

"I see you cooked bacon," he said lightly. "Maybe we should have some now. I’m pretty sure we just burned a ton of calories."

The shift in topic felt smooth and natural.

I slowly lifted my head to look him in the eyes. What the hell was I even afraid of? Why was I so tense when he was everything I’d ever hoped for in a partner?

I should believe that things would work out. Even if life had shown me over and over that things only ever seemed to get worse, maybe this was the moment to make an exception. For my own good. For my own healing.

I needed to let Hunter in.

The question was, could I really change that fast?

For years I’d kept my walls up, a full-on protective barrier between me and the world, and keeping my distance had become my behavioral default.

I had no idea how to suddenly become someone else overnight .

"That was my first orgasm like that," I said quietly, the honesty spilling out of me with a kind of bare, grateful intensity. "I told you the truth before; I’ve never had one with someone else before."

Hunter slowly raised a hand, his fingers rough and warm as they slid gently along my cheek.

Then he leaned in and kissed me softly, the gesture communicating things wordlessly.

"Thank you, Star," he murmured. "Thank you for trusting me. For letting me in, despite everything you've been through. That’s the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me. And I admire you so much. I don’t know if I’d be strong enough to do the same if I were in your place."

His gaze drifted sideways, toward the window. He fell silent for a second, lost in thought.

Then he sighed and looked back at me with a small, steady smile.

"So, what do you say… bacon?"