Page 19 of Messy AF
Pushing against his hand to take the digit deeper, I groaned into his mouth, eager to be closer, to feel more of him. Warren didn’t rush, though, every glide of his finger into my channel controlled and methodical, coaxing and stretching the tight muscles.
One finger became two, and the pressure built, swelling inside me until I thought I might burst from it. By the time he had three sawing in and out of my greedy hole, I couldn’t think. Fuck, I couldn’t even remember my own name anymore.
“Please, Warren,” I gasped, my breath harsh and ragged.
My cock pulsed between us, trapped and aching, the friction against his heated skin sending a jolt of desire up my spine. I needed him. I needed the release that only he could give me.
At the same time, I didn’t know if I would survive it.
I was willing to accept that risk.
Warren eased his fingers free, leaving me feeling empty, but he didn’t make me wait long. Lifting me easily from his lap, he fisted the base of his cock, holding it upright as he positioned the crown at my entrance.
“Slow,” he warned, tightening his hold when I tried to take him deeper.
He guided me over his thick length, lowering me in increments as I sank over him, and we both paused, brows pressed together and breaths merging when I bottomed out. Fuck, he was big, his shaft invading and filling me, parting the tight muscles with a delicious burn.
Once the initial intensity faded, I started to move, cautiously at first, rocking my hips in small, testing movements. The bite of pain lessened with every stroke, the pressure subsiding to manageable levels. Only then did I set up a steadier rhythm, rising and falling, taking him deeper on every plunge.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Warren growled, his hands roaming my body, stoking the flames. “So soft. So perfect.”
His words, spoken in that rough, gravelly voice, only pushed me higher, dragging me right to the brink. I moved faster but with less coordination, need contracting my muscles and making me shaky and clumsy.
As always, Warren knew exactly what I needed.
Flipping our positions, he rolled me beneath him, the move so fast I didn’t even realize it had happened until I felt my back press against the mattress. Frantic and aching, I locked my legsaround his hips and arched into him, chasing a high that felt just beyond my reach.
My mate matched my intensity, slamming into me with a guttural growl that echoed around the small room. This time, he didn’t hold back, setting a punishing tempo and demanding I keep pace with him.
My heart pounded, and my ears rang, a loud buzz filling my head as I felt the familiar signs of impending orgasm barreling toward me. Reaching between our sweat-slicked bodies, I fisted my cock, stroking hard and fast to the rhythm of Warren’s thrusts.
Perched on the edge, desperate to fall, I stared into his eyes. Whether seeking approval, permission, or something else, I didn’t know. He watched me, an array of emotions flickering across his face, one morphing into the other, too fast for me to name.
The light swelled, the scarlet glow flaring brighter and more intense than I had ever seen it. Then his gaze flickered to my throat, to the little hollow where my neck met my shoulder.
He didn’t speak, didn’t ask, but I instinctively understood what he wanted, and I was only too happy to give it.
Turning my head to the side, baring both my heart and my neck, I surrendered fully and willingly. His answering growl vibrated in his chest as he leaned over me, skimming his nose along the pulsing vein.
“Mine. You are mine, Tobias Hayes. Only mine.”
“Only yours.”
My eyes rolled back in my head when he struck, his sharp canines sliding through the skin with practiced ease. It didn’t hurt like I had expected. Not even a pinch. Instead, his bite sent a surge of heat washing through me that went straight to my groin.
He drank greedily with long, deep pulls on my neck, but he didn’t linger. When his mouth covered mine again, his tongue sliding past my lips, I groaned as I tasted my own blood in the kiss.
I swallowed, feeling something snap inside me, like the final missing piece of a puzzle. Then I was flying, soaring over the edge and tumbling into the void.
Unable to hold back any longer, I arched my neck and shouted Warren’s name as I detonated. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I bowed up from the bed, shaking through my climax as I painted the space between us in long ropes of cum.
Warren followed after me, pumping hard and fast, his roar of completion vibrating the windowpanes as he spilled into me, flooding my depths with his release.
We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, Warren peppering soft kisses over my face as I gasped for air. He held me tight, steadying me, anchoring me through the aftershocks until my pulse returned to a less dangerous rhythm.
I had barely caught my breath when I felt a sharp sting, right in the center of my palm. Lifting my hand, I stared in disbelief as glittering light danced across my skin, twisting and spiraling, winding itself into an intricate pattern across my hand.
“Oh, wow,” I said, my tone hushed and reverent.
