But my nerves had settled, my anxiety unraveling and fluttering away into the ether. Dimitri had taken charge of the situation. An alpha had it all figured out.
Where the hell had that thought come from? The whole point of this exercise was to wrest my life and my career away from alphas who didn’t know what they were doing, or at best had their heads so far up their own alpha asses that they couldn’t see beyond their own knots.
But Dimitri had cared for me yesterday. He’d proven himself.
And whether or not I wanted to submit to him, put myself in his hands, my instincts were against me.
He poured more lube over his fingers, down into me, and this time the cool of it soothed the burn of my strained muscles and skin. Two fingers became three, pumping in and out of me easily now, the squelching sound of the motion loudly obscene in the quiet room.
Dimitri didn’t bother asking if I was okay, or telling me what he was going to do next. I was a thing he was using to accomplish our mutual goal of mating and getting this over with, not an equal participant.
And my eyes drifted shut, the last of the tension draining out of me. My cock hadn’t so much as stirred, and that was totally fine. It didn’t need to. No one needed me to do anything at all. No demands. No requirements. No one hassling me or expecting me to make any decisions.
I could simply exist here, with Dimitri’s hands on and in my body.
When he pulled his fingers out, he traced his fingertip around the stretched-out rim of my hole. So gentle, for a man like that.
His knees pushed me wider, nudging my thighs apart. “Lift your hips for me,” he said softly. “Ass in the air, Brook.”
Christ. I obeyed, knowing it’d be easier for both of us if I did, but exposing myself like that felt so fuckingwrong. His thick cockhead pressed against my hole, the tip lodging there for a moment before he shifted his grip, took my hips in both hands, and thrust, hard and long and deep. It felt like he’d shifted everything inside my body to make room for him with that one smooth motion.
This wasn’t just an object in me, the way it’d been the other two times I’d been fucked. This was acock, a big one, hot and vital and a part of the alpha holding me still for him to take. It’d been so disconnected, last time. The thing in me, and the man putting it there, like they were separate. This time I knew it was Dimitri’s cock in me, and I couldn’t forget it was him fucking me.
My head buzzed with that knowledge, overwhelming and impossible to escape, exactly the way I couldn’t escape the physicality of it.
Another buzzing sort of sensation started to build, a tension and awareness inside me where his cock pressed and rubbed over more inches of my flesh than I’d thought I had in there. It almost burned, except that the heat didn’t hurt me. My cock twitched a little, my balls heavy with a sweet, deep ache.
My eyes opened again, staring in horror. For fuck’s sake. No. No, I would not start to get aroused by Dimitri fucking me mechanically because I’d paid him a hundred thousand dollars to do it. He was probably picturing a hot woman, eyes closed and mind a million miles away. I mean, I’d never had a thing for women, but I could’ve stayed hard with one if she’d let me fuck her up the ass and I hadn’t had to do a lot of touching. Dimitri didn’t want me.
Every snap of his hips drove that huge cock deeper, filling me so completely I could hardly think about anything else. My body rubbed over the sheets, my face pushed into the pillow rhythmically, I was splayed open with his hips pressing into my thighs, Christ, and now that heat in me had grown to an inferno. I writhed under him, trying to stop it. Trying to get away from my body’s betrayal.
I’d never wanted to be fucked. I’d never even thought about playing with my ass or trying to get off that way. Getting fucked hadn’t done a damn thing for me when I’d tried it.
The slap of skin on skin echoed off the ceiling, my own panting, too-rough gasps a shameful counterpoint.
Dimitri didn’t make a sound. His fingers dug into my hips, ten points of not-quite-pain.
Pressure built inside me, desperate to find some kind of release.
He went faster and faster, finally letting out a punched-out groan as he came, a flood of heat that forced a startled cry out of me.
And then I felt it: his knot, swelling inside my body, stretching my hole so much I moaned from the pain and the strangeness of it, and pushing—pushing on that spot—my muscles locked up, and I convulsed with a surge of pain-pleasure-release that I couldn’t control, that swept me away with it irresistibly.
My still-soft cock spread wetness under my stomach, hot and shocking, as my head spun and that horrible, unwanted orgasm twisted me in in its grip, shooting pleasure down every nerve and whiting out my vision.
Through the haze—and the continuing heavy pressure of Dimitri’s knot, which had only gottenbigger, oh my God, had he ever not been exaggerating about that—I felt him let go of my hips and lean down, setting his mouth over the curve of my neck and shoulder. His hot breath seared my neck. The scrape of his fangs had me tensing, squeezing my eyes shut…and then he bit down, sharp and burning, more than a physical sensation. Tendrils of magic unfurled from his fangs, swirling through my blood and his, binding us together. Consciousness of everything about Dimitri soaked into me, from the heat and weight of his physical body to a hint of the workings of his mind, vigorous and focused.
The bond made us one entity, magically speaking, fused and connected at too many points to count. His knot throbbed, the bite throbbed, and I moaned, ending in a drawn-out whimper, stretched to my breaking point by too many kinds of oversensitivity at once.
Dimitri’s arm wrapped around my chest and he tugged me against him, slumping down on top of me, his teeth sliding out of my torn flesh.
And then we lay there, both of us panting for breath, the sweat cooling on our skin, wrapped so closely in one another that neither our bodies nor our souls could have been separated.
Mated.
Chapter 7
I’ll Be Expecting More
