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“I’m not very experienced,” I admit. “I was a virgin until The Selection. Until Cayson and Ezra.”

“And have the men been good to you? Have they shown you how good sex can feel?”

My cheeks feel hot, but I nod. “Yes. They’ve done a good job.”

“Good.” He pulls me to my feet and holds my gaze as he undoes my bra, then removes it, his eyes drinking in the sight of my breasts as he does so. “Absolutely perfect,” he whispers, then reaches out and cups my breasts before pinching one of my nipples.

I jump a little.

He continues cupping my breasts, seeming to feel their weight in his palms, then uses his thumbs to circle my nipples.

I’m breathing hard when he squeezes them, alternating between pinching them lightly and rolling them with his thumbs.

Again, he seems unhurried, like this is the only thing in this world that he has to do.

He leans in closer, so close that the space between us seems to vanish. Our lips meet gently at first, tentative and slow, exploring each other with that same unhurried pace. But soon our kiss deepens as our lips come together harder and harder. There’s desperation in the movement.

The world seems to blur around me. His hands sweep over my face, my cheeks, my jaw, down my neck, across my shoulders, and then back to my breasts. Every touch is slow and exploratory, like he wants to remember this moment forever.

I open my lips to take a breath, and his tongue sweeps inside. A jolt of pleasure moves through me, and I tangle my tongue with his, surprised by how gentle and yet commanding this big ultima can be.

At last, our kiss breaks, and we stare at each other. There’s shock on his face for a moment, before his expression changes to one of pure wonder. My body trembles, and I wait, wondering what he’ll do next.

My legs start to tremble as pleasure spreads through me, all the way down to my toes. “Eli,” I whimper.

His gaze moves to my face, and then his hands release my breasts. With quick movements, he reaches for my shorts and underwear and pulls them down, letting them drop around my ankles. Before I can say a word, he picks me up and carries me to the bed, depositing me on the edge of it.

My head is spinning when he kneels on the floor between my legs and presses his lips to my core.

I gasp, grasping his hair. He groans and starts to lick and suck, making my already spinning head feel light.

He works me like someone who licks pussies every day of his life, for a sea of very pleased women.

I start out lightly grasping his hair, but then I start to hold on tighter, to guide him more as he makes me wetter and wetter. Pleasure sparks through my body, through my limbs, making me feel alive. Making me feel like I’m charged with electricity.

Rocking against him turns into grinding against his face until at last my orgasm hits, and I go crashing through space, every nerve alive with pleasure. Every inch of me rides the waves of my release like I’ve never felt anything better in my life.

I’m still panting and arching when he pulls away from my pussy and sits on the edge of the bed next to me. Without a word, he puts me in his lap, his massive erection pressing into my wet core. Then he lays back on the bed.

“Do whatever you want to me, sweet mate.”

Breathing hard, head still spinning, it takes me a minute to process what he’s saying, what he’s doing, but then a little thrill moves through me. This big man, this big ultima, he’s letting me have all the power? All the control?

I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.

It starts with me just rubbing against him, watching his hands curl into fists and his breathing go ragged.

But as I watch him struggle with what I’m doing, I shift, taking the head of his cock inside me.

The fit is tight, almost impossibly so, but I want him to be right. I want us to be made for each other.

Gripping his shoulders, I press him inch by inch inside of me, stopping often to allow my body to adjust. He’s tense beneath me, eyes squeezed closed, fists clenched. I can tell how much it’s costing him to exercise control with me, and I appreciate it.

I continue sinking down on top of him until I finally take his entire length, and then, I’m breathing hard. It feels good. Like I’m full in a way I’ve only felt with my mates. I’m stretching around him to accommodate his size in a way that feels unnatural, but nice at the same time.

We stay like that for a long time, until my muscles start to unclench, and then I try pulling out, shocked by how slick my body is, even when trying to take something so big. I come down on him and gasp at the feeling.

“Fucking hell,” he groans under me, then tangles his hands in his hair, looking like he’s about to come undone.

Which is oddly hot.

Feeling more confident, I pull back out again, then slam him back into me. His hands tug at his hair, and his muscles seem to tighten even more.

I watch him as I fuck him. I watch the man trying not to touch me, trying not to move, trying not to come. And it’s so fucking sexy. I just keep getting wetter at the sight of him. Being in control, focusing on what feels good, using him like my very own sex toy—it’s erotic.

And I’m doing it. Me.

Pressure starts to build inside of me. It’s a feeling that’s wonderful and torture all at once, but at least now I know what it means.

I ride him harder and faster, harder and faster, until the feeling inside of me comes to its boiling point, and then I explode, my orgasm hitting so hard that I see stars.

I keep working myself against him as I ride the waves of my orgasm, pleasure screaming through every inch of my body.

Every nerve is alive and on fire. And then he grasps my hips, holding me against him, and I feel him come inside of me, his hot seed spilling into my core, coating my channel, and sliding down his cock.

His scent comes next, intense. Him and sex, all rolled into one.

Collapsing on top of him, breathing hard, I stroke my hand down his chest. I never would’ve expected this experience from a big ultima. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.

He kisses the top of my head. “Are you okay? Was that too much for you?”

I shake my head. “It was perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” he growls, making me shiver. “Still, I should’ve had more control. You’re injured.”

I look up at him. “I actually think that’s exactly what I needed.”

He smiles. “My omega.”

I hold his gaze. “My ultima.”