I’m almost there when his hand bats mine away. Now, he’s the one teasing, circling, easing the terrible gnawing need inside me. His other hand cups my breast reverently, and he raises the nipple into his searing wet mouth.
“You can let go, baby. You can trust me.”
And he suckles my tit at the same moment he slips a thick finger inside me, all the way to the knuckle. I groan, bucking, chasing the feeling. He slides in and out, testing speed and angle, and it’s not quite right. There’s something missing.
I growl and cant my hips, and then it’s perfect, his finger crooked just enough to graze the sensitive patch in my channel wall that makes me bear down and tumble quicker and quicker toward ecstasy.
“Is that the spot, then?” he mumbles, smirking.
I spread my arms wide, hiking my knees so he can nestle his hips between them. I’m ready.
He pushes up on one arm to gaze down into my face, never stopping the rhythm that’s turning my thighs to jelly.
He kisses my nose. I wrinkle it.
I want his cock. I want him to fill me up.
He brushes his lips across my cheek.
“You are so beautiful like this,” he whispers in my ear.
I’m on the edge. I’m going to tip over any second. I can’t take the circles anymore. I grab his tormenting hand and hold it in place while I grind my clit against the heel of his palm, taking what I need, what I can’t wait for a moment longer.
He kisses the corner of my mouth.
“You’ll forgive me for this, won’t you?” He licks at my lips, and I welcome him, let him taste. Plunge. Own. “You’ll forgive me everything, won’t you?” he mumbles against my mouth.
And I combust—explode in a million directions—a starburst so intense it’s not only happening in my body and my mind but in the air, the forest and the foothills, in the very fabric of the world.
I’m whole. And it is wondrous.
And then, like sand, the feeling slips away, almost imperceptibly at first, like the very beginning of a sunrise. As it fades, I grow aware of the thick cord in my chest. Strong. Whole. It begins in me, but it doesn’t end there. It spirals outward like a fresh shoot toward the male sitting beside me, somber faced, forearms resting on his bent knees.
Cold seeps through my veins. Fear cascades inside me.
I just made a bad, bad bet.
I scramble for a sheet to cover myself. My eyes are bugging so wide, they water.
“What did we do?” I ask very quietly. It’s not the question shrieking in my mind, but it’s all I can manage to say.
“You’re going into heat. We took the edge off.”
“It’s gone now, though. Right?” My brain is dull, but I’m thinking somewhat clearer. I need to get out of here.
But this is my nest.
So Killian needs to get out of here. How do I kick the alpha out of his own bedroom?
But we’re so far past that, aren’t we? He’s not the alpha to me anymore. He’s—more.
My head pounds.
“I don’t think so. But, uh, I think it kind of comes in waves at first. Before the, uh, main show.” He shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t know. What do the other females say?”
I don’t know, either. It hurt to listen to the mated females talk about something I believed I’d never have. I’ve always ducked out of those conversations when they get going. All I know is heat is intense and messy, it can come on out of nowhere, and you’ve got to make sure you prepare enough packed lunches for the pups ahead of time or your mother-in-law will give you crap.
I shiver. It’s going to get worse than this, isn’t it? I’m going to lose my mind entirely like I did in the blackberry patch. My stomach aches. I can’t go through that again.
Killian shifts closer, so his leg rests against my thigh. He’s facing the headboard, and I’m facing the foot. The blankets have piled into peaks around us.
His fangs have retracted. For some reason, he seems much younger like this. More his actual age, a guy in his late twenties.
“You hate me now,” he says. It’s not a question, but then again, it kind of is.
There’s a shivery sensation creeping through the bond connecting us. A seeking. A hesitant presence. A soft knock on the door.
If I lied, he’d know. But I don’t want to lie. I’m not spiteful. And I’m not a stone. But I am terrified and on the verge of panic.
“You hurt me,” I say.
His face goes hard, and even though it doesn’t betray him the slightest bit, I feel my words land like a blow.