Page 132 of Stream Heat
Every sweep of his tongue, every precise curl of his fingers was a test. The faint twitch of my thigh? Logged. The hitch in my breath? Memorized. He catalogued my body the way he might a complex build, testing tolerances, adjusting for maximum efficiency.
His mouth wasn’t frantic. It wasfocused. He tasted me in slow, measured drags, not chasing his own urgency, but refining my response until I was on the edge without realizing how I’d gotten there.
My scent thickened with each pass of his tongue, filling the air with heat and salt-sweet Omega need. He inhaled it like it was the only oxygen he wanted, his nostrils flaring faintly before he pressed deeper. The sound that rumbled low in his chest wasn’t hunger, it was satisfaction at data collected and stored.
Pressure wound tight in my belly, sharp and hot. My hands fisted in his hair.
“Ash,” I gasped, hips rolling helplessly toward him, “I’m going to–”
“Not yet.” He pulled back, his mouth wet with me, and the cool absence made me cry out. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
The command went straight through me, my Omega instincts twisting tight. Ash didn’t just want me undone, he wanted meobedient.
“Please,” I said, dignity already stripped bare.
“Soon.” He rose over me in one smooth motion, his body all heat and control as he braced above. The heavy length of him pressed against me without entering, smearing slick across my folds in a slow drag. “But you need to understand something first.”
It took effort to focus past the pressure. “What?”
“This isn’t just physical,” he said, voice low and certain. “When I claim you, when I mark you, it’s not just my taking. I’m giving you something I can’t get back.”
The honesty startled me. “I get it,” I whispered, and I did.
“Do you?” The blunt head of his cock pressed harder, enough to make my breath break. “Because my claim isn’t going to be like theirs. I don’t share well. Not even with the pack.”
The admission should have lit warning bells. Instead, it made my pulse leap. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying some part of you will be mine alone. And the same for me. An exclusive link inside the larger bond.”
It wasn’t a threat, it was an oath. My free will twitched at the idea, but there was no coercion in it. Ash’s offer was foundation, not a cage.
“Yes,” I said, the truth of it digging deep. “A part just for us.”
Relief flashed in his eyes before his restraint snapped into motion. He thrust forward in one smooth drive, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden stretch stole my breath, my body tightening reflexively around him. My scent spiked sharp and high, and his groan was raw in my ear.
“Mine,” he growled, hands locking onto my hips with precision grip.
His thrusts began slow but weighty, each one perfectly angled. He wasn’t guessing—heknewwhat each shift would do. Every grind of his pelvis, every controlled roll of his hips was tuned to pull another gasp, another clench from me.
“Look at me,” he ordered when my head tilted back. His fingers caught my chin, tilting it until his glacial stare pinned me in place. “I want your eyes when it happens.”
I held them open, even as the pressure coiled so tight I could barely breathe. I saw his focus, the calculation, the intent.
“Now,” he said, and his thumb found my clit with ruthless accuracy. “Come for me, Kara. Show me what I built.”
The climax ripped through me hard enough to steal my voice. My body clamped down around him, milking him in pulses, my scent spiking so rich it made my own head spin. His composure broke, his thrusts driving deeper, sharper.
And then his mouth was at my nape, the vulnerable spot no Alpha had touched. “Mine,” he said again, and bit deep.
The pain-pleasure bloom was sharp and hot, dragging me into a second, smaller climax as his teeth broke skin. The new bond surged into place, heavy and grounding, slotting beside the others with a distinctlyAshweight, solid, unshakable.
But he wasn’t finished.
His breath deepened, his body tensing as the base of his cock began to swell. I gasped at the pressure.
“Ash–”
“Relax,” he said, voice low and steady. “Let me in all the way.”
