Page 18 of Match My Alpha
"Not because of the bond," I say against his temple. "Before that. Before any of this. Just you." I pull back just enough to look him in the eye. "The bond didn't make me want you, Milo. I wanted you long before I knew what you smelled like. Tonight is just the universe catching up to what I already chose."
His body tightens around my cock. His breath stutters. I watch the realization hit him—that it isn't just biology. I chose him. I've been choosing him while pretending I wasn't.
"Harder," he begs, pulling me closer, his heels digging into my lower back. "Please, Callum—harder."
My knot starts to swell. The heavy pressure builds at the base of my cock, thickening with every thrust. The primal urge to lock inside him and seal the bond is deafening. I try to slow down, to be careful, because I'm big and he's—
Milo digs his heels in harder. "Don't stop," he says. His voice is rough, certain. He's not letting me be careful. "Give me all of it. I want your knot. Give it to me."
I drive in deep. The knot catches at his rim. The thick swell stretches him wide, his body resisting for one breathless second before it yields and swallows me whole. The lock clicks into place. We both make sounds that don't belong in polite company. The stretch, the pressure—his rim clamped tight around the base of the knot. There's no going anywhere. His body pulses and flutters, adjusting to the intrusion, his heartbeat thudding around me. His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open, his hand fisted in my hair. He looks caught somewhere between agony and pure bliss.
"Oh fuck—oh fuck, it's so—" His voice cracks into a high, involuntary whine. His whole body shudders, his thighs clamping like a vise around my hips. His muscles lock and release, accommodating the swell. Then, something in him completely lets go. He melts into the mattress with a broken moan, his cock jerking between our stomachs. "I can feel you everywhere. God, Callum."
Then, he turns his head.
It's a slow, instinctive movement. He bares the long line of his throat, tilting his chin away. The birthmark and the hickey from earlier are fully exposed. He's offering his neck. His body knows exactly what it's doing.
My mouth is at his throat before I even make the conscious choice. My lips press against his hammering pulse. My teeth ache. My gums throb. Every alpha instinct I possess narrows down to this three-inch patch of skin. It's a specific, tunneling need. I want to leave a scar right where his neck meets his shoulder. I want every alpha who ever looks at him to know he's mine.
"God, I want to bite you." It comes out raw and shaking. Not dirty talk. Just the absolute truth.
His hand moves to the back of my head. He doesn't push me away. He tangles his fingers in my hair and grips, pulling me closer. His neck arches, offering more.
"Do it." His fingers tighten. "Callum—do it. Make me yours."
I bite down.
My teeth sink into the curve of his neck. The skin gives, and the taste of him floods my mouth—salt and copper and something that just tastes likemine. The bond snaps taut between us like a physical lock turning. The relief is so absolute I could drop dead right here. Mine. Permanent. Forever.
Milo cries out. It's a sharp, raw sound. His back arches, his hand fisting in my hair, dragging me even closer.
I come so hard my vision whites out. The knot pulses, buried deep inside him, his blood on my tongue and his heartbeat under my teeth. His body clenches around me, milking me dry. Milo comes seconds later, totally untouched. His cock pulses hot between us, thick spurts of come smearing across our bellies. His muscles clamp down around my knot so hard I see stars.
"Callum—I'm—oh god, I'm coming—" He screams my name in a voice I never want anyone else to hear. His entire body locks tight, seizing, before releasing in a shuddering wave that leaves him gasping and boneless.
The knot isn't going anywhere for a while. I carefully roll us onto our sides. His back presses against my chest, my arm tucked under his head, my cock still locked tight inside his ass. The bite mark throbs under my lips, hot and raised. I press a gentle kiss to it, and Milo shivers.
"Are you okay?" I ask. I sound like I gargled gravel.
He lets out a shaky laugh. "I'm really, really okay."
I trace the bite mark with my thumb. The start of a permanent scar. My mark. The possessiveness surging through me is intense enough that I have to close my eyes and just breathe.
Milo's fingers find the freckles on my chest. He traces a lazy line between them. His curls are a mess against my arm, his body soft and loose, still trembling with aftershocks. I press my forehead to the back of his neck. I need to say this now. I can't start this bond on a lie.
"Milo."
"Mm."
"I need to tell you something."
He shifts, trying to turn, but the knot keeps him anchored. He cranes his neck to look at me, his expression immediately shifting to worried.
"I'm Anonymous," I say. "On KnotMe. The alpha you've been messaging. That's me."
He stares at me. His mouth opens, closes, opens again. I watch the realization hit him in stages. Confusion, understanding, then pure panic.
"You—the birthmark," he stammers. "That's how you—"
