by H Q Kingsley
He twisted and writhed, moaning and whimpering as I worked my ring finger into him. Goddess, he was so tight, every half inch, I met resistance, but he was hungry for it, welcoming to being stretched and filled.
I lapped at his cock and licked at some of the precum that had collected around my hand holding his shaft.
“Goddess, you’re so good, baby,” I encouraged, finally sinking the full length of my three fingers into him.
His hands dug into the blankets as I worked them inside of him. I struggled to spread them, trying to loosen him up as much as possible. I wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer. He was so wet and tight and eager, it was driving me completely wild.
I slowly pulled my fingers from him and he whined in protest, even more so when I let go of his cock to pull my pants and briefs off.
He sucked in a breath as he propped himself up onto his elbows to look at me. My hands were still slick with his juices, and I used them to give myself a quick easy stroke.
I shuddered. I was unbelievably hard, every vein in my cock throbbing under my skin. Heat pulsed from my balls up through my shaft, and I quickly lowered myself back down to Iosefa.
“Oh my goddess,” Iosefa whispered as I pressed my crown to his entrance.
He reached out to trace his hands over my shoulders and then nodded as he took deep breaths through his nose as I gently pushed against his hole.
I groaned as I kept pressing against his puckered heat and meeting resistance.
He wasn’t ready for me yet.
I pulled back and Iosefa grabbed my shoulder. “No, keep going. Please. I don’t care if it hurts.”
I leaned in to quickly kiss him. “Soon, sweet wolf.” I kissed his neck and made a path down his chest to position myself back between his legs. “I’ve got to stretch you just a little bit more.”
Iosefa whined in protest, but it quickly turned to moans as I worked my fingers back into him. One-by-one, working him back up into a slick pool of arousal until I had all of my fingers buried inside him.
I gave him a slow and steady fuck with my hand until I could twist and turn it with ease, making sure to brush against the bundle of nerves which jolted him with each pass.
He was a panting, crying mess, begging for me, squirming under me and just all around being the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I let out a shaky breath as I lined my cock up with my hand. I wasn’t going to be able to take it if I had to wait any longer.
I slowly pulled my fingers out of him and tried again with my cock, rubbing my head against his slick hole before pressing in.
He let out a sharp hiss as my tip sank into him. A low, guttural growl built in my throat.
“Shit!” I swore as his walls clenched around my crown, threatening to milk me before I even had my shaft inside him good.
I sucked in a breath, gritting my teeth as I forced myself to hold back, to not savagely force my way balls-deep into him.
I let the breath out, slowly pushing my way into him.
He cried out and I dipped my head to kiss him, growling again as he moaned into my mouth and his ass flexed around my cock.
I slowly pumped my hips, slipping a little deeper with each thrust.
When I was finally deep in him, my cock completely buried in his ass, an unfamiliar tingle started in the base of my spine, working its way forward and into my balls.
“Agh.” I groaned as a sharp and distinct, jolt shot through my cock, making it swell and pulse. For the first time, my knot was beginning to expand.
I gripped at Iosefa’s hips as the sensation overtook me.
“I need to fuck you,” I said, waiting a moment for a response before beginning to thrust.
He weakly nodded his head. “Okay,” he whispered.
He winced a little when I moved inside of him and I stilled, but he shook his head.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” he said, looking up at me.
I nodded and slowly began to pump into him, quickly losing myself more and more with each thrust. He felt so damn good.
“Argh, Elspeth!” he cried out, his body tensing again.
I clutched tightly at his hips, steadying him and keeping him in place. “I’m almost there, baby,” I promised, thrusting faster, pounding into him as the sounds of slapping flesh filled the night air around us.
His toes curled as he twisted in my grip, and I gripped him tighter. I was right there, just on the edge.
Just as I toppled over, Iosefa came with a wail, and my knot fully inflated and my cock began to pulse, my warm seed spilled into him and filling his channel.
Iosefa whimpered, his fingers digging into my chest as my swelling cock stretched him too fast and too aggressively, but I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it.
I tried to stroke his hair, tried to calm him as he cried out in pain. He tried to wriggle away from me, but the knot was formed; I was locked into him, swollen and pulsing.
After a moment, his cries of pain turned to something else.
He moaned, his fingers loosening their grip on my chest and trailing over my shoulders and down my back.
“Oh my goddess,” he breathed, his moans intensifying. “Fuck! So good,” he said tightly. He stiffened for a moment before his hips jutted up, making me lift with the movement as I was locked inside him, my knot swollen and pressing against his prostate with the rush of blood.
A moan escaped my lips as the slight tug on my knot sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I exploded in him again as another orgasm wracked my body.
He came with a scream as white-hot semen shot up his stomach in thick ropes. A light sheen of sweat had formed on his head, matting some of his hair to his face.
I leaned in to kiss him again, and he pushed me back, shaking his head. “No, I can’t. I can’t,” he cried.
I was too caught up in the sensation of knotting him to process what he was talking about until his hips arched again and another load of cum spurted over his belly.
He flung his hands out to the sides of him, digging into the blankets and pulling them up in a frantic fit as he rode out his second orgasm.
“Elspeth you have to stop. I can’t,” he begged before he came again, his body going into a spastic shudder as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
I couldn’t stop it. All I could do was stay put, moving with him as he writhed and convulsed as he came over and over again.
He cried and moaned and cursed, his stomach coated in a thick layer of cum.
When my knot finally deflated, he flattened under me, his hands untangling from the blanket beneath me.
Sweat poured down his face and he looked utterly exhausted.
I leaned in, placing soft kisses across his face before I met his tired gaze.
His head flopped to the side and he closed his eyes, licking his lips as he let out something between a laugh and a cry.
I dipped my head to kiss his cheek and the side of his head as he laid beneath me completely spent.
He whimpered, shaking as I pulled out of him, a flood of cum spilling out after me.
I kissed his collarbone. “I love you,” I said softly and he mumbled something incoherent back.
I chuckled as I brushed back his hair. “Come on, sweet wolf. Let’s get you cleaned up,” I said, tracing a quick path down the coat of semen covering his chest with my finger. Maybe one day I’d make him wear his cum all night, but not tonight. Tonight, my sweet little wolf had had enough.
I gently scooped him into my arms and walked him toward the ocean, easing us both into the cold water.
He whined as the water touched him, turning in my arms to wrap his legs around my waist.
I braced his weight, linking my arms under his ass as he rested his head on my shoulder.
I let the water wash over us for a while before carrying him back to our spot and wrapping him in a blanket. I’d intended to fuck him all night long, but he was exhausted. Once was enough for the night. But now, it was time
to take my sweet wolf home.
14
Iosefa Henare
The bright morning sun shone in my eyes, and when I attempted to raise my arm to block the sun, every muscle screamed in protest. I hissed in pain as I sat up straight. My entire body ached in ways I hadn’t expected. I was sore in places I hadn’t even known were there before.
I’m not at the beach anymore...
I smiled as I remembered my night, my hand raising to trace over the bite mark on my shoulder, but my skin was completely smooth. The area was still tender enough that I was certain it hadn’t all just been a wonderful dream. It was all real. I was claimed and… no longer a virgin.
I slowly climbed off the bed and walked to the mirror, inspecting my shoulder. I could still see the imprint of his fangs, faded as they may be.
I can’t believe it finally happened... and it was perfect.
I found myself grinning from ear-to-ear.
Elspeth’s scent jumped at me, and I knew he was at the door before he knocked. His scent had never hit me so hard before, but now it was overwhelming, even from a distance and…
I stared down at my only item of clothing and a quick-growing erection that was pushing at the fabric of my boxers. I was way too sore for more sex, but the smell of him made me want to try.
“Come in,” I said.
From the reflection of the mirror, I saw Elspeth carrying a tray of food in his hands as he stepped through the door.
“Hmm, I don’t think you’re supposed to be out of bed. You’re supposed to be resting. We had a long night,” he said playfully, grinning at me.
He placed the tray down on the bed and made a beeline for me, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing a kiss on my mark, which sent a shiver down my spine.
I turned in his hold to kiss him but was distracted by the smell of pancakes.
“My nose must be sensitive or something. Everything smells stronger to me,” I told him as I pulled out of his arms to head for the edge of the bed. I picked up a piece of bacon and popped it in my mouth.
“That usually happens after an alpha claims his omega,” Elspeth explained. “His senses become just as heightened, possibly even more than the alpha’s. It’s an instinct thing in preparation to carry a child.”
I lifted my eyebrow. “And how do you know all of that?”
Elspeth’s face flushed and he shrugged. “I may have read a pamphlet or two from Doctor Kendrick.”
“Well, well. Alpha Callum reads pamphlets now?” I smiled and waved him over to me.
“You need me to know things, and I need to be able to give you what you need,” he said as he took a seat next to me on the bed.
I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I love you,” I said as I bare-handed picked up a pancake and shoved it into my mouth.
Elspeth chuckled and placed a kiss on top of my head. “I love you, too, but how about a fork?” he said, pointing to the silverware on the tray.
I shook my head and picked up another pancake. “Nope. I’m good.”
Elspeth snorted and leaned forward to grab a napkin from the tray.
He dabbed my lips with it. “Someone’s a bit hungry, aren’t we?”
“Well,” I started around a mouthful of food. “I worked up an appetite,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows. “And these are delicious! They taste different.”
“We got a new cook.” He chuckled. “Glad you approve.”
I stopped chewing, swallowing down the food in my mouth. “Didn’t you?” I asked. “Work up an appetite?”
He laughed. “I’ll eat later. Don’t worry about me.”
I shook my head. He wasn’t hearing what I was asking. “No… I mean… Did you…” I sighed. “Was I…”
His face twisted in confusion. “What, Sefa? What is it?” he asked, brushing at my hair with his fingers.
“Was I any good?” I finally asked in a rush. I fidgeted and started to pull away from him, but he held me in place. “It’s just… I know you had to be pretty patient.”
“Sweet wolf,” he started, turning my to face him as he tucked my hair behind my ear. “You were perfect.”
“Really?” I squeaked.
He smiled. “If I didn’t know you needed to rest, I’d be having you again right now,” he said, sending a jolt of electricity to me.
His fingers trailed along my shoulder blade, tracing my mark. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Not the mark itself, but I do feel a little sore.”
Elspeth leaned his head down to place a kiss to my mark. “Better?”
I grinned. “Yes. But that’s not where I’m sore.”
Elspeth laughed. “I have to meet the council in the study shortly, but rest assured, I’ll kiss that and make it better, too, when I get back.”
I bit my lip as my boxer’s tightened with the promise.
“Um, how long will that be?” I asked eagerly. “Your meeting with the council?” I couldn’t decide if it was the bite or the fact that I really wanted him to kiss all over my body and make it better, but I had a desperate need to be with him all of the time.
He leaned forward and kissed the top of my forehead. “It might be a little while, sweet wolf. We have much to discuss.”
He climbed to his feet, giving one last kiss to the top of my head.
“Elspeth?” I asked. “Are we safe?”
His brows furrowed. “Of course. Why do you ask?”
“I mean...” I chewed on my lip. “First Rami, and now you’re having ‘much to discuss’ meetings with your council...”
Elspeth’s shoulders tensed. “That’s something you don’t have to worry about, Sefa. Ever. I’m handling the situation. No one will ever harm you again. I’ll make sure of it.”
I sighed. I knew he meant. I knew that he would probably rip Rami’s head from his shoulders, but there was still a nervous pit in my gut.
He reached out and ran a hand through my hair. “You just need to relax for the day, sweet wolf. Finish your breakfast, and if you need anything… well, I’ll sense it.” He smiled as he tapped on the side of his head to indicate our link together.
I nodded and released a heavy breath. “Okay.”
“Kiss?” Elspeth asked and leaned forward.
I grinned and held up the pancake still in my hand. “It’ll be a sticky one, though.”
Elspeth smirked. “I don’t care. Better to lick then.” He brought his lips to mine and, like he said, licked circles around my mouth before pulling back.
My lips tingled and I licked them, loving the taste of him mixed with sweet cinnamon syrup.
I watched him leave the room, smiling after him. I didn’t think I’d ever get over the way he made me feel. It’d barely been two seconds, and I already missed him.
I touched my mark again, smiling at the slight tenderness to it.
I let out a soft sigh of contentment. It was still hard to believe. I was claimed and have a mate.
I climbed out of bed, feeling hungry again. It had barely been an hour since I’d scarfed down my breakfast, but I was suddenly starving.
I made my way down the staircase to the kitchen, surprised to find the dining table covered with neatly decorated plates of food. Were we having a party?
I jumped when someone approached from behind.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” A small man with bright blue eyes smiled at me as he brought yet another tray of food to the table.
“No, it’s fine,” I waved him off. “Are you the new cook?” I asked.
“Oh, Goddess. I’m so rude.” He wiped his hands across his apron before extending one to me. “I’m Mishel.” He looked me up and down. “And, you must be Iosefa.”
I blinked. “Yeah, sorry. Have we met before?”
Mishel shook his head. “No, but I’ve heard a lot about you from Dimitri.”
My brows furrowed. “From Dimitri?” It struck me as odd that Dimitri was having conversations about me with the staf
f.
Mishel chuckled, obviously reading what I was thinking on my face. “Not in a weird way. Dimitri is my mate.”
“Oh,” I said, dragging the word out as I looked him over. He wasn’t at all what I would have pictured for Dimitri’s mate. Dimitri was enormous and rugged in the most obvious of ways, but the man who stood before me was the complete opposite. He was slight and delicate. His high, rounded cheekbones made him look like the kind of guy who talked to birds and brought you soup when you were sick. There was a sweetness to him that Dimitri just didn’t have, even when he was nice.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, finally taking his extended hand.
“You too.” He smiled and it added to the delicate nature of his features.
“Um, do we have an event planned this evening?” I asked, turning back to look at all of the food.
Mishel chuckled. “No, the menu for dinner kind of got away from me.” He sighed. “I haven’t cooked in a while. I guess I forgot how much I enjoyed it.”
I gestured at the food. “So, it’s okay if I…”
Mishel waved me to the table. “Of course. Please. Eat all you want. I’d be happy to see that my eagerness to try out new recipes didn’t go to waste.”
I grinned as I picked up a dinner roll and stuffed it into my mouth. “I’ll see to it that it doesn’t,” I said around a mouthful of food as I plopped into a chair.
Mishel chuckled as he watched me expectantly.
I gave him a thumbs-up as I swallowed. “Delicious,” I said, and his face lit up like Christmas.
“Would you like to join me?” I asked, gesturing at the seat next to me.
“Oh, um…” His eyes shifted as he thought it over. “Yes, actually. I think I would.”
He took a seat, fiddling with the silverware for a moment. There were half-a-dozen forks and spoons at each place setting, and I hadn’t learned what a single one was designated for. And from the look on Mishel’s face, neither had he.
“I just use my hands,” I offered, and I pulled a leg from a basket of chicken.
Mishel laughed again and followed my lead. “I think I like you very much, Iosefa,” he said as he grabbed a piece of chicken. “How are you settling in?” he asked. “I know you weren’t exactly brought here under the best of circumstances.”
