Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,46

in his burning gaze. “Then you shall have me!”

He pulled back his fingers and I mewled, ready for him to thrust again, but instead they slipped from my sheath.

“No! No, no, no!” I clawed at his shoulders, furious that he’d deny me the only thing I needed. I bit him, uncaring of the consequences, drawing a snarl from deep in his chest.

Modi lifted off me, pushing himself back to his knees before he grabbed my hips and flipped me over.

Yes!

I knew what came next—every instinct in my body screamed for it and I scrambled to get on my knees, ass up and cheek pressed into the mattress as I shamelessly presented my pussy for him.

But instead of his thick cock, he pressed his fingers into my opening again. Only this time, the stretch was harsher.

I mewled in confusion, unsure what was happening.

“Stay,” he commanded. “I’m giving you what you need—your cunt filled until it hurts.” And then he pushed in deeper, and I finally realized his intentions.

Broad knuckles caught in my swollen entrance and I gasped, hurtling forward to escape despite my pelvis throbbing for penetration.

Modi caught me by the hair and yanked, curving my back. “I said stay!” he barked, ignoring my whimper of protest.

Unbearable pressure against my vulnerable opening made me grit my teeth. Slowly but surely my pussy stretched for him, until—

“Oh! Oh my god, ow! Oh, yes! Fuck!” I cried out as my body swallowed his hand with a wet slurp, sensations of pain and mind-bending pleasure blending into wonderful, terrible unity.

It was a thicker penetration than even an alpha cock, but not as unbearable as a knot, even if the hardness of his bones made me shudder with every inch he pushed deeper.

When he closed his hand into an unyielding fist inside of me, dark spots danced before my eyes, and I knew he’d been right. This—this was what it would take to break my heat.

Spreading my thighs as wide as they would go, I submitted to the alpha who was going to save me from hell.

Modi snarled again, approvingly this time, and the sound made liquid trickle from my stuffed pussy.

“Yes!”

He pushed his fist deep in one long, smooth stroke, forcing a cry from me as he opened my pelvis.

“F-uck!”

It hurt, but it hurt good.

“More! Alpha, more!” I commanded even though he was the one in control.

Another snarl, and then he gave me exactly what I’d asked for.

His fist barreled through my clutching sheath fast and hard, his knuckles rubbing savagely against my G-spot and tender walls.

I shrieked with every thrust, clawing at the cheap bedding as I took his fist over and over again. The heat in my blood flamed, sweat dripping from my every pore, but all I cared about was that ruthless penetration.

If I hadn’t been in heat, I would have hated every second, but I was. And I never wanted it to end.

I rubbed my clit to orgasm more times than I could count, and still Modi fucked me on his fist, never easing, never pausing while I wailed in pleasure and clamped down on him in climax.

He fisted me until my vision blurred and I no longer had the fortitude to stay on my knees, the fire that had given me strength finally dousing.

“No more.” It was a raspy whimper as I trembled in the throes of my final orgasm, sprawled on the bed where my jellied muscles had given up on supporting me. Where seconds ago his fist had felt so good, now it was too big, the stretch of his knuckles too wide.

“Please, Modi. No more.”

He paused, breathing heavily with his hand still pressed deep inside of me, and for a moment I thought he was going to ignore my plea.

Thankfully, mercifully, I was wrong.

Slowly he pulled his fist out of my still-trembling pussy, drawing a whimper from me as it popped from my stretched lips.

Heavy weight settled on my back, warm muscle encompassing me from all sides. His cock was hard and huge against the small of my back, his breath harsh in my ear, his skin too hot—but I accepted his closeness.

There wasn’t peace in his embrace like there had been every other time I’d let an alpha mount me. He wasn’t sated, and where I’d normally be feeling the afterglow, tied by a knot to my lover, now there was only emptiness.

It was a curious sensation—feeling this sore and exhausted from a multitude of orgasms, and yet completely unsatisfied. He’d calmed my heat, and