Page 14 of Monster’s Redemption (Monsters in the Mountains #9)

Blythe

“Y ou said I was in charge.”

His growl swelled between us before he choked it off. I knew his instincts would be pushing him to take control, but he was doing an admirable job of holding back.

Part of me wanted to see him lose that control, but another appreciated he was letting me do this my way, at my pace. I trusted him as much as I wanted him, but there were times memories still snuck up and stole my peace.

“Yes, but I can only take so much teasing, omega.”

The rough quality of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, my nipples tightening further. It was instinctive to rock my hips, my clit grinding against the slight bulge where his knot would expand.

Could I really fit that inside me?

Even the reassurance that other humans had managed wasn’t enough to soothe all the fear. It didn’t seem possible something that size could be shoved inside me without pain.

I tried not to think about my only experience with it. All I remembered was the pain and horror flooding through me at the thought of what was coming, not the act itself, although I’d had lingering soreness afterwards. That was to be expected after the first time, and I wasn’t na?ve enough to think I wasn’t going to be sore again.

But I wanted it. I wanted to feel him stretching me open, and I wanted to enjoy our joining the way I’d heard others took pleasure in it.

I rocked forward again, my slick coating the hot flesh trapped against me. The pressure against my clit had my toes curling and my core clenching, demanding more.

Fin’hir groaned as if he was dying, his lips pulled back in a snarl. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find holes in the furs with the way he seemed to be clenching them behind him.

I worked myself further forward, gasping as one of his ridges bumped across my clit. I froze, but the ridge kept moving, rubbing back over the bundle of nerves and making me jerk. It was an odd sensation, to feel it moving where my lower lips were spread over the bottom of his shaft, but it made fresh slick seep from my core to wet us.

“Coat my ridges in your arousal. They’re trying to work their way inside you. To pull you down on me so I can knot and breed you.”

Sucking in a shuddering breath, I rocked against it, little pings darting deeper into my belly. My channel was clenching, wanting the same thing, but half his shaft still stuck out in front of me.

It was intimidating, but there was only one way to get over the fear of the unknown.

Lifting myself up on my knees, I reached between us to grip his shaft. All the ridges were moving, feeling almost like I held a bundle of snakes in my grasp who were all trying to get away.

I had to press my other hand to Fin’hir’s belly to lift myself higher, toes digging into the furs, to notch his tip at my entrance. Without giving myself a chance to overthink it, I relaxed and let my weight drop my knees back to the ground.

We both groaned.

The width of his crown stretched my opening, making me gasp for breath as one of his hands came around to grab my thigh. I could barely see more than shadows in the darkness, but I felt his gaze on me, and I lifted my head to search for his golden eyes.

“Slowly. Give your body time to adjust.”

My heart melted.

His body was almost vibrating with tension, little snarls punctuating the low growl that flowed from him. I knew he was straining to hold back, to let me remain in control, and yet he was still the most concerned with my comfort.

My sweet monster.

Warmth spread from where we were joined, and my body urged me to move. I knew he was right, that I needed to go slow, but I was desperate for more of him.

I couldn’t lift any higher, so there was only one direction to go. Releasing the tightness in my thighs, I sank down until the rim of his crown popped through my opening, making me moan at the sensation. I already felt stretched by his width and I hadn’t taken the widest part of him yet, not even including when his knot swelled.

Lifting myself, I waited until I felt the crown stretching my entrance again before letting myself drop. Fin’hir’s hand tightened, the tips of his claws sending pricks of pain to dance with the pleasure from the way he filled me.

His first ridge bumped up against my lower lips, demanding entrance, and instead of lifting again, I wiggled my hips and pressed down. The growl surrounding me intensified, my own hiss lost beneath it as the ridge pushed inside and began to massage my inner walls.

It was… everything.

It was the slight burn of the stretch. The slick feel of his flesh gliding into mine. The pressure against my sparking nerves. The deep need to have more.

And the knowledge he was everything I needed.

My motions became mindless, instinct driving me on. I raised and lowered myself on his shaft, his ridges working their way inside one by one, until my entrance kissed the beginning of his knot. I felt stuffed full, my thighs spread wide to accommodate his hips, my breaths short from the pressure inside, but I needed to know I could do this.

That I could take an alpha, knot and all, and enjoy it.

That Dicean hadn’t stolen that from me too.

My thighs trembled, my head spinning from the sensations. My core pulsed, something drawing tighter with each stroke of his ridges along my inner walls.

I startled when his fingers brushed my cheek, pushing my hair back from my face. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes, but even with them open I couldn’t see anything more than the hulking shadow of him between me and the dying fire.

“Relax, Blythe. You’ve done so good.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

My view of my future had been so narrow at the beginning of spring, when I thought I knew what life had in store for me. I’d lost a lot, but I’d also gained an alpha who proved over and over that he cared for me. He wasn’t the one I’d thought I’d be with, but I found myself thinking perhaps he was better.

Perhaps this life I was carving for myself was better than the one I’d been willing to settle for.

“I want you.”

Even with most of him inside me, I still craved more. I wanted that connection, that tie, that would keep us together forever, but until my heat came and he could claim me, the closest I could get was having his knot locked inside me, and I was determined to feel it.

His hand dropped, his claws brushing along the side of my breast. He pinched my nipple between the curve of two of them, making me gasp and clench on his shaft, before he dragged them down my belly.

I should have been scared of those claws on me. I’d seen what he’d done with them and knew they were dangerously sharp. He’d scratched me on accident before, and it wouldn’t take much for those tips to sink into my flesh.

But I trusted him more than that.

I watched as his fingers moved down my body to where we joined. His skin was flushed red where his knot had started to swell, the bulge of it pressed to my folds as I tried to force it inside.

The first brush of his finger over my clit made me gasp. My core clenched again, a fresh wave of slick seeping out to coat his knot.

Pressing harder, he rubbed back and forth over the little bundle of nerves before circling it. It was impossible to keep my hips from rocking with him, chasing the friction.

Moans spilled from my throat as everything inside me drew tighter. My muscles were so tense it felt like my spine was going to snap, but I couldn’t escape the need for more.

My hips stuttered, my lungs freezing and my heart squeezing. Fin’hir’s hand on my hip tightened, and at the first flutter of my core he used it to pull me down.

His knot slipped past my opening as my orgasm crashed through me, a scream ripping from my throat. He snarled as he kept rubbing my clit, the bulge at the base of his shaft expanding inside me until I was stuck, every nerve compressed and stimulated past its limit. Light burst behind my eyelids, my limbs flushing cold before going hot, muscles twitching as wave after wave of release flooded my body.

It was pure, tortured bliss. It was everything I’d imagined and so much more. I never could have comprehended the way it felt before it happened.

I shivered as the sensations slowly melted away, leaving me panting against Fin’hir’s chest. He’d wrapped both arms around me and I could feel his cock flexing inside me as his own release came to an end, my belly bloated with the seed trapped by his knot. If I hadn’t been so wrung out it might have been stimulating, but as it was, it made me grimace in discomfort.

“Hold on to me.”

It took a moment to process his quiet command, and another to get my arms to respond when I tried to raise them. Wrapping them around his neck, I used what meager strength I had left to hold on as he shifted and pulled one of the furs from beneath him.

“Here, lay down on me.”

He leaned back, taking me with him. His shaft shifted inside me, making me whine as he let out a groan and I felt his cock flex again. A thrill ran through me at the thought that I did that to him, that I’d pleased him, but I was too tired to do more than smile into his hair.

I released the back of his neck as he settled the cover over my back, letting my fingers trail across his shoulders. He was so massive I was left with my head resting in the center of his chest, the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear reassuring as my muscles went lax. It didn’t matter if I was unable to move, because I knew my alpha would protect me.

Between the relief from my worries and the pleasure he’d forced from my body, I was asleep in moments.