Page 64 of Fired at the Heart

His fingers slow, almost stopping. “No?”

The loss of stimulation is unbearable, and I plead, “Don’t stop.”

“Tell me you’re mine,” he repeats. “Tell me you still want me.”

Another wave of heat washes through me, more intense than the last. Sweat slicks my skin, my chest heaving with each breath. “I can’t.”

“You can.”

His fingers start moving again, harder and faster than before as the hand on my throat pulses with the rhythm of my racing heart. The dual sensations of constraint and invasion send spirals of pleasure through my core.

“You’re going to come again,” he tells me, the words an order. “And this time, you’re going to admit the truth.”

I shake my head, defiant even as my body rushes toward another peak. His fingers curl inside me with unerring accuracy, and I cry out.

“So close,” he murmurs. “You’re clenching around me so tight, baby.”

My second orgasm approaches like a tidal wave, building and building until it’s inevitable. Raphael leans down, his lips brushing my ear as his fingers drive me mercilessly toward the edge.

“Come for me, my mate,” he commands.

I come with a broken cry, my body convulsing, fresh come pumping onto the mess already coating my stomach as my ass clenches around his fingers. Pleasure rolls through me in endless waves as heat floods every cell in my body.

“Alpha,” I gasp, the word torn from within me.

Raphael’s nostrils flare. “Say it again.”

“Alpha,” I repeat, unable to deny him anything in this state. “Need you.”

His scent changes, becoming richer, headier, responding to my Heat pheromones. He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands, sweat glistening on his brow from the effort it takes to restrain himself.

The heat burns away the last of my resistance. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

Relief loosens the tension from his shoulders. “And?”

“I wanted you to come find me. Wanted you to choose me.” Tears spill down my temples. “Don’t abandon me again.”

“I won’t, baby. Never again.” He brushes away my tears, his touch gentle. “I was wrong about so many things.”

Another wave of heat crashes through me, more intense than anything that came before. My back arches off the bed, a cry tearing from my throat. The emptiness inside me becomes unbearable, a void that needs to be filled.

“Raphael,” I plead, beyond pride or pretense. “I need you.”

He stretches over me, his lips brushing mine. “What do you need, baby?”

“You,” I gasp, the words coming from somewhere instinctual. “Please. Mark me. Breed me.”

Raphael’s pupils dilate until his eyes turn black. “Say it again.”

“Breed me.” I writhe beneath him. “Fill me. Mark me as yours again.”

His control snaps, and his mouth slams over mine, tongue fucking into my mouth, claiming me.

And when he pulls back, I whine, chasing his mouth.

A low growl vibrates through his chest. “Mine.” His lips crush mine again. “My mate.”

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