Page 63 of Heat Hesitation

"I miss you."

Surprised, I rear back so I can look at her properly. Her eyes are a deep blue, beneath her brows which angle slightly, making her look like a soulful, sad angel with a lifetime of worry and pain. "I'm right here little one."

She blinks slowly, squeezing my torso with her skinny little arms. I feel like a giant compared to her, but I love to hold her like this.

"Are you?"

"Of course. Always."

"You've been kind of distant."

I hum, debating how to respond. "I'm right here, I promise. I just wanted to give you space to come to me when you're ready. Are you? Ready?" I ask hopefully.

Her hand, which has been gently hugging and caressing my abs, lightens, fingertips dancing across my skin. My cock, which began hardening the moment I saw her standing in my room, climbs high between us.

I wait, still as a statue and, for some fucking reason, nervous, while her soft small hand teases my chest, lowering slowly until it comes down between us, gripping my length through my boxers.

I can't help it, I grunt, but don't push.

She continues her exploration, but when I can take it any longer, I grip her thigh and drag her over my lap so she's straddling me. Her robe opens slightly, exposing the slight curve of her breast.

Following her lead, I let my fingertips explore the same way she did to me, slowly opening and pushing the silky material off her shoulders.

"You are so goddamn beautiful," I tell her, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Her eyes roll back, and she presses her pussy against my cock with her hands splayed on my chest. Only scraps of material lay between us and do nothing to hide the heat, the desire that burns.

She flutters her eyes open, lifting her hips up, leaning closer to me, bringing her breast to my mouth. I like that she knows just what she wants. I open up and lick, tasting her sweet skin, that beautiful rose scent mingling with my senses. She likes her nipples played with, I notice, so I flick my tongue over one while my fingers play with the other.

Her hips grind down on my length, and I can't resist any longer. I tear her robe off and, with shaky hands, yank off my boxers.

"Please, Asher, I want you. I want you so bad," she begs.

I guide her onto my lap and squeeze her hips. We both moan when she impales herself, her warm wet heat sucking my cock inside her succulent cunt. It's in-fucking-describable.

She lifts then lowers, each time growing bolder, slamming down harder, riding me like a wild thing.

"Please, Asher," she begs. "You feel so good. So good," she moans and I've tried to hold back, to let her take control.

But she brought herself in here. She climbed on top of me. I can't hold back any longer. I feel so close to rutting her, my alpha raging beneath my skin to claim her.

I grip her hips to help her build, but before long, I'm thrusting upward while slamming her body down on mine. I'm using her, fucking her with everything I have. My entire year, all the build-up of imagining this moment, I let it all pour out of me. I'm vibrating with need, and it's not enough.

I don't think I'll ever have enough of Ophelia.

Holding her body, I flip us over and begin pounding into her. She tries to wrap her legs around me, and she's screaming my name, but I'm in control now. I hold her knees open and push them up toward her head.

I fuck her recklessly, shamelessly. I fuck her so hard that we somehow end up on the floor, and still, I keep pounding away. Cradling her head in my hand to stop it from banging against the glass window wall, I buck and thrust, and when her knees start to shake, and she wobbles and cries out, I know she's close.

Her pussy starts milking my cock, that perfect omega pussy that is made for me, squeezing relentlessly, trying to suck me in.

Breaking through the fog, she grabs my face, "I want you, alpha." She says it so intently that it takes me a moment to realize what she means. "Bite me, make me yours," she begs.

There's zero hesitation. My teeth burn like my alpha venom had been waiting all along for her acceptance. I sink my teeth into her flesh, between her neck and shoulder, and I can feel the rewiring of our existence.

The bond lights up everything inside of me, all the way from my brain to my heart to my cock that's buried deep inside her. "Knot me," she demands.

I may have fucked her across the room, pounded into her tiny body so viciously she'll feel it for days, but she owns me.

I slam forward, and we both cry out. My knot buried deep inside her, it feels an impossible fit, but she stretches around me then tightens back up, squeezing my back with her legs as she comes.

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