Page 5 of My Defiant Mate
"Easy, easy," I grunt. "Just relax for me. Let me in."
I push again, slowly this time, stretching him, feeling every tight inch give way. His breath hitches, his back arching. I feel the pop as my thick head slips past his ring of muscle and sinks into his heat. We both groan. The wet heat of him is overwhelming, perfect, like nothing I've ever felt before. He's gripping me like he was made for me.
"Fuck," I hiss, my forehead dropping to rest between his shoulder blades. "You feel—god, Toby, you feel incredible."
He makes a small, broken sound, his body trembling beneath mine. I force myself to hold still for a beat, to give him a moment to adjust. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess.
"Is this okay?" I manage to ask. "Fuck, tell me this is okay."
He nods, a jerky movement. "Yes," he gasps. "Just—give me a second."
I press kisses to the back of his neck, to the line of his shoulders, trying to soothe him even as my body screams at me to move, to pound into him, to take.
"Breathe," I murmur against his skin. "Just breathe with me."
He does, a deep, shuddering inhale followed by a slow exhale. I feel his body relax incrementally around me, his tight channel easing to accept my fullness.
"Okay," he says after a moment. "I'm okay. You can—you can move."
I don't need to be told twice. I pull back, almost all the way out, the sensation of my cock head dragging along his inner walls making us both groan. Then I slam back in. He moans, a high, keening sound, his hands scrabbling for purchase against the door.
"Too much?" I ask, already knowing the answer from the way his hips tilt back, seeking more.
"No," he gasps. "More. Please, Jionni, more."
I give him what he's asking for. I hook one of his legs up, bracing it against the door, opening him further to me, changing the angle. He cries out as I hit that sweet spot inside him, his body clenching hard around me.
"That's it," I growl, my hand gripping his hip, my thumb pressing into the dip above his ass hard enough to leave a mark. "Take it. Take all of me."
His head drops forward, a broken moan escaping him as I reach around with my free hand to stroke his cock in time with my thrusts. He's leaking everywhere, so close already. I can feel it in the way his body tightens around me, the way his breath hitches and stutters.
"Come for me, Toby," I command, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, rubbing the head of his cock. "Let me feel you fall apart."
He does, his body convulsing, his release spilling hot and thick over my hand and onto the door. The rhythmic clenching of his body around me, milking me, pushes me over the edge. My vision whites out, and I follow him into oblivion with a guttural shout of his name.
I feel it happening—the knot. My body taking over, making the choice for us both. My knot swells at my base, pushing deeper inside him, locking us together.
"Oh god," he gasps, feeling the impossible stretch as I fill him completely. "You're—"
"Knotting you," I finish for him. "Sealing the claim."
I wrap my arms around him, holding him steady as my orgasm continues to pulse through the knot, tying us together.
We stay like that for a long time, locked together, our breathing gradually slowing, our hearts beating a frantic rhythmagainst each other. I press my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling our mingled scents—his sweet omega, my possessive alpha, the tang of blood from my mark.
"Are you okay?" I ask again, softer this time, my lips against his skin.
He nods, his body relaxed and pliant against mine. "Yes," he says, sounding dazed and wrecked. "I'm... I don't know what I am."
"Mine," I tell him simply. "You're mine."
When the knot finally recedes enough for me to pull out, he makes a small, bereft sound that goes straight to my heart. I turn him gently, catching him as his knees buckle. He looks thoroughly claimed—hair mussed, lips swollen and red, my mark a vivid flower on his neck, my scent clinging to him like a second skin.
I should be terrified. Every instinct learned from watching my parents tear each other apart says to run for the hills. This commitment, this vulnerability—it's everything I swore I'd never risk. But my body knows better than my brain. This feels… right.
Instead of running, I scoop him up into my arms. He's lighter than I expected, and he curls against my chest without a word, his face hiding in my neck. I carry him to my bed, laying him down on the rumpled sheets. I follow him down, peeling off my jeans and his ruined khakis, then curl my body around his, pulling the comforter over us both.
He's quiet, his breathing evening out as exhaustion claims him. I watch him sleep, this stranger who's somehow become the center of my universe in the span of an hour. The RA. The rule-follower. My omega.
