“We can ask them to bring someone to us.”
“Will they?”
I didn’t think so. Extenuating circumstances were hard to explain, and I didn’t want to tell everyone about Caspian’s quirks. He was already an outcast because of being a hybrid. There was no need to announce to the world that he fed off killing people too, which shouldn’t be possible. Only the most obscure of the Zemterran creatures fed off the act of killing itself. And one incubus-fae hybrid, apparently.
“I’ll just have to feed you everything I can afford to give, then.”
With his knot locked inside me we were limited to tiny movements, but his knot was pushing every one of my buttons in a way I’d only been able to dream about. His cock was so deep in me it was almost unbearable, but ended up being more of a pleasurable comfort. We kissed softly, and he touched every available part of me.
He shut his eyes when he spotted the bruises on my hips, groaning. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he said, tentatively brushing the purple skin. “You look so fucking sexy marked up, but I shouldn’t have done that.”
Rolling my eyes, I helped to roll us so my back was against the mattress and he was hovering over me. My legs wrapped around his hips, our bodies still impossibly close. “Lover boy, you don’t need to apologize. I told you, it’s fine.”
Caspian grumbled under his breath, but dropped his head down to lick and suck at my nipples. His hands held my hips to keep me still, and we ground together. Our movements grew increasingly frantic, my fingers pulling and tugging on his hair until his teeth grazed my breast and I came, shuddering around him. He let out the most adorable little whimper as he continued to grind.
My pussy was sensitive and my body was growing weaker with every orgasm that hit me, but it was obvious Cas was improving. His eyes were still black, but he could speak again. He was being gentler with me, although I didn’t need him to. Gentle was more in character for him, though.
“Give me another,” I said, grabbing his chin so we could kiss some more.
“I shouldn’t.”
“You need it. And I want it.”
I imagined this was what being in heat with a partner would feel like, but less intense. Sensitive, sated but wanting more regardless. In my past heats, I’d been plenty sensitive, but never sated, and there was always a thrumming pain in my core and heart and wherever my body decided to throb and hurt.
Tongues dancing together, he reached down and hesitantly rubbed a finger in a teasing circle around my clit, never hitting the magic button straight on. For my overly sensitized flesh, the touch was close enough. A minute or two later, I clenched down hard on his cock and knot, biting his lip to avoid crying out into his mouth. As my magical energy hit him again, his entire body tensed and his cum filled me, trapped by the tight seal of my pussy around his knot.
“You make the cutest little noises when you come,” I murmured, running my finger along his bottom lip.
The small cut I’d made was healing fast, the hickeys I’d left on his neck nearly gone. I lifted to suck a few fresh ones in, smirking at my work.
“I love you,” he moaned, tilting his head back to give me better access.
My cheeks flushed.
He’d said it. Sure,I’dsaid he loved me. I knew he loved me — I read him like an open book. It was different to hear him say it out loud. My heart fluttered along with my core, warmth radiating out from the centre of my chest.
Teeth sinking into his neck, I practically purred when he whimpered. “Say it again,” I demanded.
His arms held me close as he rolled us back to our original position, ending with me on top of him. Cas collapsed down into the bed, lean body spread out beneath me. I pinched his nipples and gently nipped at his collarbone, waiting for him to do as I’d asked. “I love you,” he said.
I brushed his hair back from his damp forehead, noting his eyes were squeezed shut. My lips pressed a soft kiss against his nose and his eyelids flew open. “I want you to say those words when you come in me again.”
Pink-cheeked and adorable, he nodded. His arms around me loosened, his fingers brushing down my spine. “Doesn’t it, uh, freak you out to hear me say that?” he asked.
“No. It’s pretty fucking hot, actually.”
His flush deepened, but his fingers grew bolder. One hand rested on my ass cheek, while the other trailed down farther to gather some moisture from our joining. Then he moved back up, pressing one finger into my ass.
I groaned. The fit was tight with his knot in me, but he worked it in and out slowly until I started pressing back against it. The one finger made me so full I could’ve cried with joy, but instead I wanted to come again. Maybe one more magic infusion would be enough for him; I wasn’t sure if I could handle giving him more.
“Fuck me with your finger,” I said breathlessly, thighs burning with the effort of grinding.
He did as he was told, the digit picking up speed until my entire body tightened. Brushing my thumb against my clit, it pushed me over the edge and I cried out, shuddering through a release. Mine triggered his and he surged up to press our bodies together, whispering into my neck. “Fuck, Freya, I love you.”
This was everything I’d been missing out on by avoiding Alphas and their knots. The emotional connection was the best part.
Unfortunately, I was limp and weak, and he wasn’t done.
