Page 75 of Fourth Base with the Alpha

He brushes past places no man has reached before, lighting me up from the inside.

“Oh God, Hunter!” I moan, as he slides deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Isabella,” he murmurs, “let me go deeper.”

“Si,” I whine, wanting all of him.

He grinds as he pushes further and I writhe beneath him, the sensation so much I wonder if I’ll pass out.

“Tell me you like it, Omega.”

“I do, I do, I like it soooo much!”

He growls and with one last drive, bottoms out.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.”

I pant beneath him, so full I’m sure my stomach must be bulging with him. I lay my hand flat on my lower belly, and I can feel him, feel him inside me.

“Oh,Dios,” I gasp.

He grabs my calf and bends my leg, kissing my knee and shifting inside me as the angle changes. He leans up on his other hand, and he slides out. A slow, long grind. We both watch transfixed by the sight as he thrusts back inside and our hips crash together.

I cry out.

He stills.

“Isabella?”

“I’m fine. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. It feels …”

“How does it feel?” he says, his voice low and full of authority. “Tell me.”

“So good!”

He grunts in satisfaction, grinding his hips against mine, sparking sensation in my clit, before he’s driving in and out, in and out. His grip is tight on my leg, and the mattress bounces beneath him, but he holds me in place, his movements becoming harder, more forceful as he starts to lose that iron grip on his control.

His morning eyes turn to night, a furrow forms between his brow, and moisture coalesces along his temple.

He looks like something mythical, like a man built to fuck. And oh my, can he fuck!

I thought I’d been fucked before. God, I thought I’d been fuckedwellbefore.

I had no idea.

No. I. Dea.

Because this is being fucked; this is being rutted senseless until everything in my body sings with music, dances with sensation, and I’m no longer myself, crying out again and again, not caring if every living soul in Sweden hears me.

I come so hard my vision whites and my ears fill with one long continuous chord and then he’s begging me.

“Let me knot you, Omega. Fuck, let me knot you!”

“Yyyyessss!”

His grip on my leg falters, his flawless rhythm stutters, and all that tension in his face, all those concerns that hang right behind the surface of his eyes, melt away.

I feel his hot spend flood inside me and then that stretch, his knot, expanding at my entrance.