Page 21 of Best Friends

He groans, nuzzling my neck. “You smell so fucking good,” he mumbles. “I’ll take care of you, C. I’ll give you what you need. I’ll make you mine.”

“Yeah, give me what I need,” I whimper, writhing on the bed. “Give me everything I need, alpha.”

His eyes so bright blue they’re painful to look at. “Yes,” he hisses. “I’ll protect what’s mine.”

I whine, arching my back as lust rips through me. The intensity is agonizing. I claw at him, feeling like I’ve lost my mind. Sweat streaks down the side of my face and my ass pulses more slick. “Please,” I plead. “Please, help me.”

He gives another animalistic rumble, his eyes glittering with raw need. My skin feels too tight, and my ass is aching and throbbing as he stares down at me like a predator. A pathetic whining sound breaks from my tight throat.

“Shhh,” he says in a growly voice. “I’ll take care of you, omega.”

He crawls on top of me, his big body pressing me into the mattress. The heat of my flesh is unbearable now, a molten wave of need crashing over me like a goddamn tsunami. My skin is slick with sweat, every nerve screaming for relief. For him.

Malcolm. Malcolm. Malcolm.

His name is a fucking mantra in my head, a prayer I can’t stop chanting. His presence, his scent, his fucking alpha energy, it’s short-circuiting my system. I’m a mess, a trembling, leaking, desperate mess, and I can’t think straight.

My body is betraying me, slick pooling between my cheeks, my hole clenching around nothing, aching for his cock. I can feel it, the wetness seeping out of me, and I know he can smell it too. His nostrils flare, his chest rumbling with another low, possessive growl that sends shivers down my spine.

He’s so fucking heavy, but I love his weight on me.

I feel the heat radiating off him, the hard lines of his muscles.

His breath is hot on my face, his lips brushing against my skin, and I can’t help grinding against his cock.

A whimper escapes me, high-pitched and needy, and I hate how fucking weak I sound, how much I want him.

“Malcolm,” I breathe, my voice trembling, and he growls, the sound vibrating through me. I tilt my head back, our eyes meeting. His irises are still that unnatural silvery blue. My heart is racing, my chest heaving, and I can feel the fever burning through me, my skin on fire.

All my years dating female alphas, I never wanted to be taken before. Never wanted to be claimed. But fuck, I want it now. I want Malcolm to fuck me, to own me, to fill me up until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but take it.

His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, sliding along my heated skin, his fingers digging into my hips, my waist, my ass.

He’s pulling me closer, grinding his cock against me, and I can feel how hard he is, how much he wants this too.

His lips crash against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, and I moan into the kiss, my hands fisting in his hair.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, and I arch into him, my cock leaking a stream of pre-cum in my excitement.

I spread my thighs, exposing my hole to him.

Face hot, I whimper as he stares at my quaking hole.

I feel the muscles clenching and unclenching as my hole beckons to my alpha.

My alpha.

That term might have scared me minutes ago, but right now, Malcolm is my salvation.

He’s the only thing that can quench this awful fire raging inside of me.

And he wants that too. His look is predatory.

Possessive. He’s going to claim me. His inner wolf is completely in charge, and I won’t even try to stop him.

I want it bad. I want his cock. I want his bite.

My heat is raging through me like an inferno, and if an alpha, my alpha, doesn’t fuck me soon, I feel like I’ll die.

With a growl Malcolm slides two fingers between my ass cheeks, finding my hole.

I gasp as he teases me, his fingers slick with my own wetness, and then he’s pushing one inside me, stretching me open.

I’ve never had anything in my ass and it feels weird, but strangely perfect.

The pressure is borderline painful, but I need more.

“Fuucck,” I moan, my head falling back. He growls again, his teeth scraping the skin of my throat as he adds a second finger.

I’m trembling, my legs shaking as he works me open, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars.

As my asshole is stretched by his fingers I’m babbling, begging.

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. I have one goal in mind: to be bred.

He pulls his fingers out, and I whine at the loss, but then he’s spinning me around, pushing me face down onto the mattress.

His hands are on my hips, yanking me up onto my knees, and then I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole.

He’s as gentle as a rutting alpha can be as he pushes inside me.

Still, it fucking hurts. I’ve never had a cock in my ass and he’s big.

Thick and long. As his dick tunnels slowly inside me, I cry out and claw at the sheets.

“Shhh,” he says in a deep, rumbling voice. “This has to happen.”

“Oh, God,” I whimper, panting as he goes even deeper. I feel him everywhere inside my molten guts. He’s so big it’s almost unbearable. My ass aches and quakes as he becomes fully seated inside me.

“Jesus, fuck,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re so tight, C. Feels too good.”

I gnash my teeth, pleasure swirling with pain through my sweaty, aching body.

A part of me wants to beg him to stop, but mostly I just need more.

More. More. The pain slowly begins to fade and lust roars through me.

I need his seed like a dying man in the desert needs water.

My insides clench and unclench around his cock, and he groans with desire.

He starts to move, fucking me with long, deep strokes that have me nearly passing out from pleasure.

The desperate, burning ache inside me begins to ease as his thick alpha shaft rubs against my inner walls.

Each thrust feels erotically perfect, like scratching an itch that’s been tormenting me for hours—so intensely relieving.

I’m moaning with every movement, my cock leaking onto the sheets, my hole clenching around him.

He keeps hitting that spot inside me, over and over, and I can feel the pressure building deep in my gut, my orgasm coiling tight.

“You’re mine. Just mine,” he growls, thrusting deeper.

I cry out, biting the pillow, moaning loudly as he impales me over and over.

I feel weak and needy as he takes what he wants.

I fuck the mattress, trembling and whimpering.

His sweaty, muscled chest is pressed against my back, his hot mouth suckling the side of my neck.

Instinctively, I turn my head, baring the spot between my throat and my shoulder.

I’m silently pleading for his bite and he understands my message.

His teeth scrape my skin and then he gives a little snarl and bites down, accepting my invitation.

I gasp as the agony of his bite spirals through me, but then I’m coming so hard my vision blurs.

I scream in pain, unable to stop the agonizing sound from escaping.

But I’m also swamped in a pleasure so intense, I can barely breathe.

My orgasm shudders through me in delicious waves of ecstasy.

I writhe beneath him, pleading for more.

He growls and thrusts harder, his cock swelling and throbbing.

He grunts and I feel a flood of hot seed soaking my insides.

Spurt after spurt of creamy release pulses deep inside me as my womb seems to open and receive his seed.

I have no control over what’s happening.

My body instinctively drinks in every drop of his release.

He licks and kisses the bite, still thrusting and claiming what’s his.

I’m a weak mess of pleasure and pain, boneless, whimpering.

All I can do is lie limp as he finishes inside me.

Once the fever begins to fade, his movements slow and then stop.

But he doesn’t pull out of me. He stays deep inside my quivering, quaking hole as his knot begins to form.

He wraps me in his arms and we roll onto our side.

He holds me tight, his breath hot against my nape.

I groan at the stretch of his knot and come again.

He kisses the bite and whispers how much he loves me.

My eyes burn with unshed tears as the enormity of the situation hits me.

I’ve officially been claimed by Malcolm.

His bite throbs on my neck and my omega womb is stuffed full of his seed.

His knot holds that warm cream in place, making it almost impossible for me not to get pregnant with his offspring.

I’m scared and excited at the idea. I love Malcolm.

The only reason I’m not losing my mind and in agony right now is because he bred me.

He took care of me. He did what had to be done to shut down my frenzied heat.

We stay like that for hours, until his knot shrinks and slips from my body.

I sleep on and off during that time, a weird purring emanating from me.

As traumatic as the experience was, I feel amazingly calm.

My heart aches for Malcolm and I don’t want him to leave my side.

Thankfully, he doesn’t seem like he wants to leave me.

He kisses my shoulder and nuzzles my ear.