Page 72 of The Alpha's Gamble
He bared his fangs at me, eyes glowing like stars. “You’re mine, Blake. Mine, all mine, and no one else’s.”
He didn’t make it a question, but I knew he wanted an answer anyway. “Yours,” I gasped, pulling my knees back to try to alleviate the sting of how quickly he’d prepped me. “All yours.”
Declan thrust into me without any more back and forth, forcing his way inside and showing me without further words that I belonged to him, that he owned every inch of me.
A lot of inches. Fuck, it took a lot of inches to hold him.
I never quite got used to it, panting with the effort of being stretched open so wide and deep every single time.
Declan braced himself on his arms and started to fuck me, a hard, steady rhythm that pounded the breath out of my lungs with every forward motion and tugged on my hole with every withdrawal. He had me on the point of coming within what felt like seconds, my knees clamped around his hips and my hands raking over his back, trying to keep him closer, drag him impossibly deeper.
And then he stopped, right as my balls drew tight and my cock started to spasm. I let out a high-pitched moan of pure frustration as he took my chin in his hand and made me look him in the eye.
“Knot for me,” he said. “I’m not fucking you the way you want me to until I see it.”
“Oh, gods,” I gasped, my hand flying to my cock, face going from orgasm-flushed to burning. Most of the time, Declan didn’t demand that I knot for him. Even though I’d done it before…it still rode the edge of too much, too humiliating. Too degrading, even. It highlighted how imbalanced our dynamic was: one alpha with all the authority, and another with almost none.
That we both wanted it that way didn’t matter so much in moments like this.
He had to force me to knot, though usually he didn’t.
Today he had to. He had to demonstrate, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that every part of me belonged to him.
I frantically stripped my cock, twisting under the head and squeezing at the base where the knot would form. Declan shifted his hips minutely, pressing his thick girth into exactly the right spot, and I spurted come all over my hand and my stomach, curling up into the pleasure of it.
The base of my cock swelled, the knot forming instantly. I wrapped my hand around it. Gods, so hypersensitive. I almost couldn’t bear it.
“Play with it,” Declan said hoarsely. “Show me how good it feels to be my bitch.”
That toppled me over an edge I didn’t even know I had, my orgasm hitting again in a second wave that tightened every muscle and left me whimpering, squeezing my knot and coming again all over my chest.
Declan started to fuck me again, this time slamming into me like a man possessed. I had to brace myself on the headboard to keep from having my head shoved through it as he pounded me up the bed. Every stroke took me higher, feeling like that poised, about-to-fall moment before I came, only over and over again until I writhed under him, quivering, every muscle rigid.
At last he stopped, shuddering, as his knot grew, thrusting one last time to firmly lodge it inside me. He came hard, hot and deep.
“You said you’d bite me back the next time I bit you,” he growled. “Going to keep your promise?”
“Yes, Declan, yes—”
He curled down, set his teeth into my skin, and bit.
I threw my head back and rode the crest of pain, the way it sent tendrils of fire down all my nerves, magic rather than mundane sensation. My whole body lit up, gold and rich purple and some color I couldn’t even name that didn’t seem to exist as something visual but only as a flavor of Declan’s alpha magic.
Every other time he’d done this, that magic had faded after a few minutes, dissipating when those tendrils weren’t met by equal and opposite alpha power.
This time, when he released me, he tipped his head to the side and bent down to place his neck in reach of my mouth. My canines dropped instantly. I bit down without hesitation, piercing his flesh.
The taste of his blood in my mouth hit first, salty and rich, pleasing to my animal instincts but nauseating to my human ones.
But that vanished immediately, overwhelmed by the taste of his magic and the burst of my own that flowed out of me to reach out for his, twining with it and melding with it and forming—a bond. A mating bond, knitting us together permanently, making us one.
I let go of my mouthful of him, my head falling back.
Mated. I could feel him without touching him, almost see him when I blinked my eyes closed. Permanently there, in the edges of my senses and at the border of my soul.
“Fuck,” Declan gasped against my shoulder. “Fuck, that’s—Blake, you’re even more beautiful than I thought. The way you feel.”
I clung to his upper arms and squeezed as hard as I could, turning my head to press a kiss to his temple.
