Chapter 84: My Life Would Suck Without You
(TYLER)
(Four Months Later)
It’s my first heat since becoming pregnant with Martino Jr. It slams me out of the blue. It’s been quite a while since I last experienced the fever and desperation that comes with heat. The strength dazes me and I wake, covered with sweat. Hunger and anticipation spread through my body like a virus. Slick oozes out my ass.
With a groan, I open my eyes and arch my back. Sasha stirs beside me. In turn towards him and his eyes flutter open. His eyes brighten as he meets my gaze, and a low growl escapes him.
He sits up, and I whimper. I crawl over to him. Without a word, I turn back and stick my ass for him. I’m panting like a dog on a hot day as I claw the sheets. My hole quivers with anticipation. I want him to fuck me.
"Please," I beg, my gut thrumming with lust. The slick is too much that it’s now dripping freely from my ass and pooling at the back of my thighs. I’ll only find relief when Sasha breeds and knots me. He’s the only alpha I’ll ever truly crave.
He growls, shoving the covers off him. He doesn’t hesitate to mount behind me, digging his nail into my hips. It’s almost like my heat sent him into an instant rut. I beg him to take me, and he obliges to my wish. He doesn’t prep me. This time there’s no foreplay even. He shoves his length inside of me in one brutal thrust. The pleasure of being rammed into by my alpha is almost more than I can bear. Every last nerve in my body hums with anticipation.
I beg him to fuck me harder as I claw the sheets. Of all the alphas I’ve ever tucked, Sasha was the first one to knot me. I’ve experienced heat before and then, I sought those alphas to help me with them, with protection of course. But never once had I allowed the knot until Sasha. I never allowed the alphas to truly breed me.
The difference between being fucked and being bred by my alpha is big. It’s day and night. Sasha feels earth-shattering. Heady even. His possessive touch as he claims me makes me feel safe and loved. It’s almost like it’s just us two who exist in that moment in time. It’s the feel of his length inside my body that matters. I can’t think of anything else that isn’t his scent and the certainty that he is going to knot me. Only then will I have peace. The intense hunger gnawing at me will tone down in a while.
He sniffs the bite on my neck and then growls. "Mine."