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CHAPTER 40

Frankie

I started stroking him again and Soren lurched up, grabbing my wrists to stop me. “Frankie, that’s enough.”

Yeah, normally I’d agree, but I wanted him as compliant as possible before I put this ridiculous thing inside me.

“One more time,” I murmured as I watched my hand slide up and down his thick, hard length.

It hadn’t softened at all.

“Come for me one more time like this and I’ll reward you, okay?”

His grip on my wrists loosened as he tried to process that, lips parting when I slid his cum over his tip and then all the way down to his pulsing knot. He watched me stroke him, gaze fixed on my hand and the way it moved.

I grabbed his shirt with my other hand and offered it to him. Soren took it between his teeth without having to be told and my entire body tingled at the sight of him.

“Good boy,” I praised.

His eyes flicked up, meeting mine with this adorable, hazy look in them.

He looked beautiful.

All wild and feral yet still so willing to do what I wanted. I don’t know why he was like this but I loved it. I loved how easy he was to direct despite all the raging pheromones of his rut coursing through him.

I looked down and watched how his dick pulsed under my attention. I couldn’t help but admire it. He was huge but it was also kind of pretty with the way the secondary knot was closer to the tip than it was for most alphas.

“Frankie.” Soren groaned, the shirt falling from his mouth.

His voice was still just as deep and soft as it usually was, but he sounded absolutely wrecked and I wanted to hear his voice crack from the overwhelming sensation of my lock squeezing him so hard every last bit of his cum would be mine.

“Almost there,” I reassured him.

Picking up the pace had him shaking and I shoved his shirt back into his mouth, keeping my eyes on his the whole time. He was already so close. He just needed a little push.

“I want to see how far it goes this time,” I told him. “So won’t you be a good boy and come for me?”

Just like that, thick ropes of cum splattered against his face and chest.

God, he was perfect.

I rubbed it off his cheek with my thumb and ran it over his tip, making him shake so hard I’d almost believe he was being tased instead of teased.

“Such a good boy,” I murmured as I gently pulled the shirt out of his mouth.

“You can’t just say things like that,” Soren gritted out.

“What? You don’t like it?” I yanked his shirt over his head and used it to clean him up as much as possible. Then I reached for my pants and grabbed my wallet, pulling out the condom I always kept in there.

Ripping it open with my teeth had his gaze dropping to my mouth.

“If it was anyone else other than you…” Soren’s lips parted when I rolled the condom down his massive length. “When you say it I feel…”

I yanked my shirt up and over my head, then pulled my underwear to the side and positioned him right up against me. “Yeah? What do you feel?”

He stared at where our bodies met and dug his fingers into my hips. “I feel like I’d do anything to hear you say it again.”

Did he really think hearing that wouldn’t make me insane? Did he think he didn’t affect me at all?

Just imagining all the things I could get him to do for me had me dripping down my thighs, soaking him in my essence. “Do me a favor and hold still.”

“ Fuck .” His thumbs dug into my hips, but he didn’t move as I pushed down, forcing his secondary knot inside.

His breathing became shaky as I eased down and it had my heart racing and my pussy pulsing.

I was already dying to lock him in place, but I couldn’t do that yet or he wouldn’t be able to come. He needed the friction and if I wasn’t careful, he’d try to get it even with my lock bearing down on him and then we’d both tear.

But fuck . Those husky sounds were shifting to whimpers as I took my time sliding down his ridiculous length.

The muscle in his jaw flickered as I took in another inch, feeling breathless and desperate, but I had to remind myself this was for him.

There were so many ways this could go wrong, but he didn’t want anyone else. He wanted me . That had to mean something.

Slowly letting out a breath, I slid all the way down until I hit the knot at his base.

This was going to be a problem.

I wasn’t an omega and if I couldn’t fit his knot inside, he might try to force it in to ease the pain and then he’d rip me to pieces.

I wiggled my hips to see if I might be able to take his knot and his hands gripped me tight, preventing me from going any farther.

“ Frankie ,” Soren was panting, his voice harsh and his eyes glowing. “Don’t do that.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t,” I reassured, shoving down the momentary flicker of hurt that he didn’t want to knot me. “How are you doing? Is this alright?”

“I should be asking you that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Soren gave my wrist the softest, sweetest kiss while his dick throbbed inside me. “So, don’t try to force the knot.”

Was he serious right now?

I studied his face and despite how hazy his expression was, I could see genuine concern in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against my wrist, pressing me down just enough with his other hand that I could feel his knot pulse against my clit. “You were upset. I had to explain.”

Had he really been able to sense that? Shouldn’t he be lost in the sensations and need right now? What kind of rut was this?

“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So warm and soft…can I move now? I need to move, Frankie. It’s killing me to hold still—please? Can I?”

Oh god, he was too fucking adorable. I wanted to give him anything he asked for when he was like this.

“I’ll take care of it,” I promised him as I tucked my feet up and over his thighs. “I’m going to start moving now, okay?”

His hands slid under my sports bra and pushed it over my tits. “You don’t have to keep asking me. Do whatever you want, Frankie.”

Soren sat up and grabbed my tit, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He growled when I pulsed around him in response and yanked my sports bra off before tossing it aside.

The way he looked at me…I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Grabbing his shoulders for stability, I pushed myself up and bit back a gasp when his secondary knot rubbed all the right places. Then I slid back down, watching his expression carefully.

Soren’s eyes closed and his head fell back but he didn’t try to take over which was crazy. He had to be dying right now, needing more speed and friction so he could come, but all he did was lay back down and watch as I went up…and then down.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, sliding his hands over my waist. His breathing stuttered and he inhaled sharply when I dropped all the way down to his knot. “I don’t know how long I can last, watching you like this.”

“You don’t need to last.” I bit my lip as I pushed up again, feeling my legs starting to shake from the sensation of him inside of me. “You just need to come for me, Soren. I promise it won’t end with just one round.”

His eyes flashed and the bright one dilated so much there was only a thin ring of red left. “You’re such a tease. Always making me crazy.”

This time, his hips rose to meet mine and I couldn’t swallow down my gasp when his knot hit my clit.

I pulsed around him but I didn’t stop moving.

All that working out gave me the same stamina as any other alpha and I picked up the pace, moving faster, needing the same friction he did.

The way he stretched me, the secondary knot constantly rubbing against my G-spot every time I moved…I was going to lose my mind if he didn’t come soon.

Pleasure was building and it pressed against my skin, demanding I ride him harder and harder until I shattered above him, but I had to get him through another one, maybe two before I let that happen.

He needed that release to ease his pheromone levels and as long as we used a condom, I would be fine.

Once his levels dropped, this would become less risky.

But Soren was starting to lose it.

His eyes were rolling back in his head and he kept thrusting up into me, talking himself through it but the things he was saying was really pushing me over the edge.

“Don’t stop, Frankie. Don’t you dare stop.” Soren’s gaze refocused and he watched me, lips parted in wonder. “Fuck me, that expression…”

He drove up into me harder, slamming the whole thing inside me in one go and I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering this time. “God that sound. You’re making it really hard not to come already, Frankie.”

“Then stop fucking around and come ,” I demanded.

I was moving up and down so hard and fast my tits were bouncing all over the place and Soren helped me, gripping my ass so hard I knew it was going to leave a bruise.

“Keep bouncing up and down,” he growled, that feral gleam in his eyes a warning. “Yes, just like that. Oh fuck .”

I felt him come. I actually felt it.

The sounds he made were nothing like earlier either. He moaned, panting and breathless as he came so much I felt it fill up the condom and ooze out between us, making everything even more slick than it already was.

And good god the intensity of his pheromones had my head spinning.

His dick was pulsing so hard inside me that I was right on the edge and about to fall over but I bit down on my bottom lip hard .

Blood filled my mouth and I held as still as possible to keep from coming with him but it was close.

Too fucking close.

I wasn’t sure if I could do this again without falling apart. He was just too fucking good at it even though he was letting me take the lead. I didn’t know if it was his dick or if it was just him and his pheromones, but he constantly had me ready to come for him.

How was I supposed to resist when he smelled so good? And the sounds he made – the way he was looking at me…

“Frankie.” Soren sat up to kiss me and I turned my head so his lips brushed against my cheek instead.

I didn’t like kissing. It was way too intimate and I was already losing my mind over this guy. I really didn’t need to give him another advantage.

Considering everything I’ve done to him up until this point, I didn’t expect that to piss him off.

His low, warning growl made the hair on my body stand up on end. It was a vicious sound that promised violence and I instantly knew I’d fucked up.

Soren moved so quickly I could barely process how before he was striding across his apartment and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Each step had me bumping against his knot and I damn near came from that alone.

More blood oozed into my mouth when I bit down on my lip even harder, holding myself as still as possible so I wouldn’t let out a single drop of my pheromones that was anything other than comforting.

“You don’t want to kiss me?” Soren kicked the door open to one of the bedrooms, the look in his eyes feral and furious. “Don’t want to come for me either?”

Really? That’s what he was mad about?

“Why are you even here, Frankie?” He dropped down on the bed and I panicked.

“No, get off .” I tried to push him away from me but Soren was too big and strong and heavy .

There was absolutely nothing I could do in this position.

Until he pulled out.

I scrambled back, shocked that he would let me go when he was in this state of mind and he didn’t exactly look sane.

Soren pulled the condom off his dick and then tied it off before tossing it into a trash can. “ Now you’re scared of me?”

He took a step forward and I held up a hand, knowing I had to explain before he got even angrier. “Wait! I swear it’s not that.”

I didn’t think I could be more shocked, but he proved me wrong yet again when he stopped and glared down at me, chest heaving with his dick still so hard it tapped his stomach with every breath.

“I can’t be on my back,” I tried to explain. “It freaks me out.”

His pupils were so dilated I could barely see the red of his irises but he stood there like he was actually processing what I was saying instead of acting off just emotions and instincts.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, giving me his back. “Is this something else the legacies did to you?”

His pheromones weren’t as intense anymore and I took a chance, setting my hand on his shoulder. “No. This one’s all me.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was true enough he’d never know otherwise.

Soren reached back and wrapped his arm around my waist, refusing to look at me. “Then what about the kiss?”

If that’s what he was upset about…

Climbing back onto his lap, I straddled his hips and carefully placed my hands on his shoulders. I did my best to ignore the throbbing dick pressed against me, but it wasn’t easy.

I slid my hands up his neck and then held his face, forcing him to meet my eyes. “This is for you,” I reminded him. “I don’t need you to do any of that.”

Soren searched my eyes with more sanity than I thought was possible considering how intense his pheromones were.

The geraniums were nearly imperceptible and all I could really smell was the patchouli, thick with his raging desire and need.

“You’re lying,” he finally said.

The surety of his statement caught me so off guard I actually flinched.

“Why are you really holding back?” His hands slid up my thighs to settle on my waist, his fingers hooking in my underwear. “I don’t want to do this anymore if you’re just here because you feel obligated.”

All I could do was stare at him in disbelief, because his pheromones were telling me he was being honest. They wrapped around me, desperate to make me feel as good as he was, if not more.

This shouldn’t be possible. He shouldn’t be able to hold back like this with the strength of these pheromones. He should be completely lost in the need even after all I did to lower his levels.

Yet here he was, staring into my eyes while he patiently waited for me to say something.

If I didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear, I firmly believed he would tell me to leave.

Why?

No.

How?

I don’t know what he sensed from me, but Soren leaned forward and kissed my shoulder, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.

His large hands spanned across my back, pushing me into him. He kissed all along my collarbone until he reached my throat. Then he inhaled deeply.

I jumped when his chest started rumbling.

Holy shit. Was he purring?

“Do I scare you?”

“Yes.” My nails dug into his shoulders, but I didn’t stop him from nuzzling against my scent glands.

“At least you’re not trying to lie to me anymore.” Soren licked the column of my throat and I inhaled sharply. “This is fine, but kissing isn’t?”

I wasn’t an idiot. I knew it didn’t make any sense, but what was I supposed to tell him? Was I supposed to be honest and say the only person I’ve ever kissed was Leo? I really didn’t think that would go over well.

“Relax,” he purred. “I’m not going to kiss you until you ask me to.”

What the fuck was he picking up on? I was still in control of my pheromones so why was he able to sense my emotions?

Soren pressed a thumb to my clit and held me in place with his other hand when I tried to get away.

That predatory gaze was back in his eyes.

“I can agree to no kissing, but this? This you have to give me,” Soren warned. “It may be my first time, but I’m not letting you leave until you come for me, Frankie.”

His thumb pressed harder against my clit and I jerked in his arms, no longer interested in trying to get away.

“I need to make you feel good too,” he murmured, watching my face as he lifted me up with just one hand. “Let me show you how quickly I can learn.”

The quiet ones were always the most dangerous.

I really should have remembered that before I offered to help him.

Soren was going to get exactly what he wanted and once he did, we’d see how he really felt about me.

Because I wasn’t as sane and normal as I pretended to be.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and raised my eyebrow, giving him one last chance. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

His answering smile was everything I could possibly want and more.