“I’m not going to—ohh,” I moaned at last, because he’d crooked his fingers, and it felt like he’d electrified me. “I’m not going to do that!”
Dimitri twisted his hand and went even deeper, all the way to the last knuckle. “Yeah, you are. Tell me, Brook. Say it. Tell me you don’t like this at all.”
“I don’t—Dimitri, I can’t—”I can’t let you win. I can’t lie convincingly when you’re inside me. I can’t give you what you want from me, because I’ll never be able to look at myself in the mirror again.“Oh,” I panted, as he finger-fucked me in a hard, deep rhythm. “Oh, God. That feels—terrible.”
“Yeah?” He smiled down at me, eyes fixed on my flushed, wide-eyed face. “What’s the worst part?”
I couldn’t, I couldn’t…but I had to, because he’d told me to, and I didn’t seem to be able to resist him.
“Your fingers are so big,” I gasped. “So—so fucking big.” I had to spread my legs as wide as I could to push down on them, to try to relieve the discomfort, the ache, that’d taken over my lower body. “It’s like you’re turning me inside out.”
Dimitri let out a harsh, wordless sound and tugged them out of me. “I’ll have to give you something bigger, then.” He wrapped his slick hand around his cock and stroked it, spreading lube from the base to the already-gleaming head. “So you have something to really complain about.”
That startled a choked laugh out of me, and before I managed to answer, he’d grabbed me by the hips, tilted me up, and thrust inside. He filled me so completely he knocked the breath and the words right out of me, and I writhed there for a moment, impaled and stuffed.
“Tell me,” he growled, leaning down and nuzzling my ear.
“So much bigger.” He thrust again, and my arms flew up to cling to his back, trying to find some equilibrium as I adjusted to his cock buried in me. How did it feel even bigger when he took me like this instead of on my hands and knees? “Are all alphas this big?”
Those words had slipped past my lips without my conscious permission, and I wished I could swallow them back down when Dimitri outright laughed, never pausing in his slow, deep thrusts.
“I have no idea. You thinking of going comparison shopping?”
My arms tightened around his broad back. “No, of course not! I wouldn’t want—I don’t like being fucked.” He worked a hand under my ass and lifted me higher, slamming his cock home and hitting me right where it counted. Stars danced in my blurring vision, and I clung to him, fingers digging into his skin. “I hate this,” I moaned. “Hate—every—oh, fuck, Dimitri,please—”
“I’ll give you what you need. What you don’t want,” he panted, his mouth against the side of my throat. I turned my head to bare myself to him, and he sucked on my skin, letting his mouthful go to add, “I’ll put my knot in you so deep you’ll never think about any other alpha.”
“I don’t want any other alpha.” Another slam of his hips, harder this time, hard enough to fold me almost in half, and I screamed, so close, needing…only what had I said? I didn’t mean that, I meant— “I don’t want any alpha, I don’t want to be knotted, please, harder, please…”
I couldn’t control myself anymore, and the words spilling from my mouth made me writhe in shame, but they kept coming. More pleas and moans, his name, all jumbled together.
Dimitri gave me what I begged for, fucking me until the headboard slammed into the wall and the mattress screamed as loud as me, until all I could feel was his cock in my reamed-out hole and his mouth working over my throat.
My fangs started to drop, my claws itching at my fingertips, and I knew I’d be drawing blood on his back, but I couldn’t stop it—and then he came inside me, his knot growing, forcing me open, pressing so hard on all of my inner flesh that it was too much, too much, too—
Another scream wrenched out of my raw throat, and my muscles went rigid, clamping down on him as a third, impossible orgasm caught me in its grip and flipped the world upside-down around me. I hadn’t even been hard. It didn’t seem to matter. Everything whirled around me, or I was spinning, and I fell back into the bed, my arms sliding off Dimitri’s back and flopping down beside me.
Reality came back slowly: the weight of Dimitri’s body pinning me down, the deep, perfect ache inside where he still had me filled to capacity, his tongue, tracing lazy, soothing strokes on the bruises he’d left on my throat. His long hair tickling the side of my face. Sticky wetness absolutely everywhere, in me and on me. The bond humming contentedly, replete with satisfaction from both sides of it.
I didn’t hate anything about this. And I hadn’t hated any of what brought me here.
The thought of how smug Dimitri would be drained away some of my afterglow, but it wasn’t enough to make me move.
“You taste really good,” he said at last. “Everywhere.” He licked me again. “So soft.”
“I’m not soft.” I’d meant to be definite about that, but it came out sounding more like,Lick me again.
Dimitri hummed, licked me again, and then pressed a soft kiss to the throbbing spot where he’d sucked on me the most before dropping his head down onto the pillow next to mine. “Not everywhere. Some places. You taste good where you’re not soft, too.” A pause. “I won, by the way.”
Aaand there it was.
I had to make one last effort to recover some of my dignity. “You can have three flukes in a row.”
“You referring to the three times I knotted you and you came like crazy, or the three times you came just tonight?”
My face burned. Check-fucking-mate, and I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Yeah.” He lifted his head and craned his neck, peering down into my face. The slight smile hovering on his lips could’ve been interpreted as smug, but…that light in his eyes. “Next time, we’ll make it four flukes in a row. Whichever way you take that, I’m okay with making it happen. Part of my job, right?”
