Page 16 of Monster’s Redemption (Monsters in the Mountains #9)
Blythe
M y core pulsed at the feel of his teeth on my flesh. For half a breath I fear I was going to flash back to the last time I felt that, but the feeling was quickly washed away beneath the rush of desire it brought.
My body knew this wasn’t Dicean. I wanted Fin’hir to bite me.
I felt like I was being washed away in the sensations he caused, only held in place by his shaft impaling me with horrible slowness. One of his hands braced him above me while the other roamed my breast and hip, but it did nothing to stop my drifting.
I slid my hands higher up his head, my questing fingers digging into the fur at the base of his ears. It was so soft and downy I wanted to cover myself in it, and the purr he let out made me think he liked my petting as much as I enjoyed it.
His broad tongue swiped over the place where he’d nipped me, soothing the sting as another ridge popped through my opening. He filled every bit of me, the ridges massaging the walls of my channel in ways that stole my breath and made me want the experience to stretch on forever.
But I was also desperate for something more. Something just out of reach. His slow penetration was stimulating every sensual nerve I had, but it wasn’t quenching the thirst in my soul.
Fin’hir moved to pull his head away and I reacted on instinct, taking hold of his horns to keep his mouth on my neck. A shudder rocked through him, his shaft jerking inside me, and his purr slipped into a growl.
“Be careful, little human. You don’t want to make me lose control.”
His voice was pitched low, the deep rumble in it making me shiver and tightening my nipples into painful points.
That was exactly what I wanted.
I parted my lips to ask why I had to be careful, shifting my hands on his horns, and froze when another snarl spilled over my neck. His cock seemed to throb inside me, the ridges becoming more frantic as I connected the dots.
Tightening my fingers, I slid my hands along the warm, smooth length of his horns for as far as I could reach. His hips punched forward, slamming the rest of him into me as curses worked their way through his snarls.
“Damn it, omega. You don’t know what you’re doing. You can’t—I can’t—”
The shudder that went through his body as I pulled my hands back towards his head was so hard it shook me beneath him. I heard the furs tearing as his claws dug into them, but I couldn’t find it in me to care as a grin slipped across my face.
“I think I do.”
He tried to shake his head like he was going to force me to let go but I refused to loosen my grip.
I wanted him desperate for me.
I wanted him to show me how it really was with an alpha. It was sweet that he’d allowed me to control our first time together, and I knew he’d done it because of my trauma, but I wanted to leave that behind and just be an omega with her alpha.
“Let me have it, alpha. I can take it.”
His nose dug into the bend of my neck, his growl vibrating through my whole body, but I wasn’t scared. He was fighting himself, and it was denying me what I needed. He thought it was for my sake, but we both had to move on.
Stretching my neck as far as I could, I pulled his horn towards my face and extended my tongue. The moment it touched the hard warmth Fin’hir froze, his growl dying away. I’d have worried he’d somehow died if I hadn’t felt his heart beating where he was pressed against my chest, or the way his knot instantly bulged.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck.”
There was no time to prepare as he jerked his hips away from me before pistoning them forward. He fucked into me so hard I scooted up the blanket with each impact until his hand dropped to my hip to hold me in place.
My eyes rolled back in my head, warmth spreading through my core into my chest. Every stroke was pure bliss, my limbs twitching as his ridges hit all the spots inside me I hadn’t known existed. My breath was punched out of me each time his shaft slammed home, but air lost importance as my alpha dominated me the exact way I needed.
“You are mine, Blythe. My little human. My omega. My future mate.”
His growing knot pulled at my lower lips, stretching them in a way that stung, but the pain wasn’t enough to diminish the pleasure of him fucking me. As enjoyable as it had been to ride him, my place was beneath him, accepting everything he could give me.
His nose dropped to the ground beside my ear, his groan loud when his knot finally caught behind my pubic bone and refused to slip out again. My eyes were pinched closed, white light blinding me behind my eyelids, as everything in my body strained towards the last thing I needed to tip me over the edge.
“You’re my future, Blythe. My everything.”
My heart clenched, my lungs stuttering. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, to tell him he was the same for me, but I was trapped in the tension wound through my body, holding me on the verge of release.
The first pulse of his seed scorched my womb, the way his ridges bunched driving me impossibly higher before he used his grip on my hip to change the angle of our connection. His knot shifted, his tip pressing deeper, and I shattered.
Fin’hir’s voice followed me, but I couldn’t make sense of anything he said as I flew apart. My core clenched around him, pulling his seed deeper with each wave of release. It went on and on until my head spun and I barely knew where I was, Fin’hir’s massive body pinning me to the ground the only constant. He was the only thing that brought me back and kept me from drifting away forever.
My alpha.
My monster.