Page 181 of Just Wait

The stretch is extreme but so good.

Amazing.

Having him inside me is even better than I imagined.

“That’s it, handsome,” I tell him. “You feel so good. So hard.”

“This is going to sound so cliché, but it really does feel completely different without a condom.” He pulls from me completely, dipping back inside.

We both let out agonized groans.

“I’m going to get addicted to fucking you raw,” he growls. “Goddamn.”

My fingers dig into his muscular shoulders, and I loop my feet around the backs of his thighs. My heels end up pushing against his jeans. It could be uncomfortable, but hopefully with the material covering his skin, I won’t have to worry about injuring him with my shoes.

“Thank God you can’t hear my thoughts. My instincts are screaming at me to do some pretty ridiculous shit,” he says, shaking his head. “Fuck. I just need to not talk.”

My eyes pop open, and I study his face.

His jaw is tight with tension, but his eyes are hazy.

That might be a bad sign.

Alphas can slip into rut. It’s a hypersexual state where they get lost to the fog. The result is a lot of knotting their partner, but I think that only happens when omega pheromones are involved.

Hell.

I don’t know.

I’m a beta.

I never even took the alpha and omega dynamics class in high school.

Mal tugs all the way out, slamming deeper with every thrust back inside me.

I finally get to test out that dermal piercing of his. It feels different from his warm skin, but I like it a lot.

Mal cradles my cheek in his huge palm, providing a sense of safety and protection as he fucks me up the couch cushion.

He might be scared of what he’ll do, but I trust him. I love how tiny I feel in comparison to him, and his electric scent makes my body hum with need.

I’m stretched to capacity and loving every second of how hard he is.

“Damn, baby doll. You’re wicked tight,” he groans against my lips. His tip bumps the bottom of my pussy as his knot brushes my lower lips. “Does that hurt? It feels fucking fantastic to me…”

“I’m good,” I groan, reaching between us to pull down my shirt and bra. His chest teasing my nipples only amps up my need. “Don’t worry. You’re not going to hurt me.”

“You’ve got too much faith in me when I’m hanging on by a thread.” Mal’s face falls to my throat, and he licks and sucks, making sure his pelvis teases my clit on every powerful thrust. “Your pussy is magic. This is so dangerous. My teeth are aching.”

A normal person might be alarmed.

Bonding is for life.

Every cell in my body wishes he would sink his teeth in, and it’s so unexpected that I seal my lips closed to keep from begging for his bite.

I settle for running my fingers through his hair as he nips at my throat.

I’m saved by an unexpected orgasm washing over me. My inner walls clamp down on his length, and he growls.