We are in my quarters. I moved you with a portal," he said, amusement lacing his tone. "Saves me trips."
"Dex…" she murmured, her voice lazy, still wrapped in the comfort of his presence.
"What?" He leaned closer, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin.
"Your bed is so much more comfortable than the ones in the infirmary," she admitted, stretching luxuriously, feeling the soft sheets beneath her.
Dex's laughter rumbled low in his chest, a warm vibration against her skin as he pressed his lips to her temple.
She shifted, rolling onto her back to gaze up at him.
Without waiting, he captured her mouth in a kiss that struck him like a thunderbolt.
The kiss deepened, slow and hungry, igniting a fire within him. His tongue sought entry, and she parted for him.
Hunger clawed, sharpening his senses and his hands roamed her body, leaving a heat that spread through her like wildfire. He squeezed her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the thin fabric of her top, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
Lower still, his fingers dipped between her thighs, pressing against the heat radiating from her core.
A soft sound escaped her as he started kissing down her neck. He stopped at her breast, mouth closing over her nipple.
At that moment, he smelled her arousal and that was it.
Abruptly, he sat up, pulling her with him, her back against his chest. It was easier to keep his wolf at bay this way, the closeness grounding him even as desire surged.
With one hand roaming up her camisole to find her breasts, the other ventured down the front of her shorts, seeking the sensitive bud between her legs. He slid a finger inside her, circling her with his thumb, and she gasped at the sensation.
"Dex... I..." she started, her voice breathy, overwhelmed by the rush of sensations flooding her.
He cut her off.
"Let me touch you," he murmured against her ear. "I want to make you feel good."
She wanted him to. She did. But this was new territory.
Before she fully realized it, her body responded, hips moving with his hand, riding the finger inside her, the rhythm instinctive. Her head fell back against the crook of his neck, surrendering her weight to him.
"That's it," he murmured, hunger threading through his voice, both thrilling and terrifying her.
His dominance turned her on more than she realized it would. A moan tore from her throat. Her body arched into his touch.
Pressure built inside her core. One she had never experienced before.
She writhed against him, her hips shifting as if chasing more. She was close, and she didn't want to fight it. She wanted to let go, to surrender to it.
"Cum for me, Serena. Let me feel you," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Her body responded as pressure turned into an all-consuming blaze, and then it hit.
She convulsed in his embrace as pleasure ripped through her.
"Just like that," he whispered, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her release.
She was unaware of just how much discipline he was showing in that moment. The amount of restraint it took to take her was completely unraveling him, thread by thread.
He wanted to taste her. He needed it; the compulsion was primal.
He flipped her onto the bed. Then, at alpha speed, he tore her shorts off and ripped her camisole in half.
"Was that necessary?" she said, laughter bubbling up at how ridiculous he was.
His mind didn't hear her, breath hitching at how ungodly perfect she was.
She flushed under his gaze.
"So fucking beautiful," he said to himself, then immediately started kissing down her neck. He lowered to her breasts, sucking on her nipple.
She moaned at the sensation.
He continued down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin.
Serena's pulse thundered realizing he was going to kiss her down there. He pressed his lips to her. Gentle at first, then he sucked her clit hard, arousing her to a degree she hadn't realized was possible.
Tension coiled rapidly. She was already climbing toward the edge again, her body aching for release.
He slid his tongue inside her while his thumb circled her clit.
She gasped at that and release crashed into her instantly. She writhed as his tongue fucked her, mimicking the rhythm she craved.
She tasted even better than he imagined, if that were even possible.
In a blur, his briefs were off, and he was on top of her. His naked body over hers, skin touching skin, his hard length pressing against her.
Serena's breath hitched at the sensation.
She froze, hesitating, trying to untangle the whirlwind of nerves and desire.
Dex could feel her hesitation through the matebond.
"Tell me to stop, and I will."
The words hung between them. An out. A choice.
She didn't take it.
With a slow, controlled push, he began to enter her.
Serena winced, a sharp sting blooming where pleasure had reigned moments before.
He was large. Very large.
"Serena, you're not taken yet," he said, his voice strained.
He now understood her whirlwind of emotions. She was inexperienced, well beyond what he thought.
He attempted to hold still, to let her get used to it, but the sensation was too much.
She winced as he pushed himself into her further.
"Hang on to me, baby," he whispered, surprising himself. 'Baby' slipped out of his mouth, but it felt so natural.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You are so tight," he rasped, already fighting the urge to cum, even while holding still.
Unable to wait a second longer, he pushed himself into her fully.
She gasped again, tensing.
"Relax for me," he whispered. "I've got you."
He started thrusting, trying to be as gentle as possible with great effort.
The pain she had felt started to shift into something electric, and she relaxed more.
Her body started moving with his.
"Does it feel good, baby?" he whispered in her ear. The word slipped out again because it took all his concentration not to go harder.
"Yes... don't stop," she whispered.
At her words, a release tore through him. The one he'd been fighting since he entered her.
Too fast. Too soon.
A first.
But to his shock, he was already hard again. His hips continued moving as if that didn't just happen. Involuntary. Automatic.
He felt she was about to climax through the matebond, and arousal laced her scent.
His thrusts became more urgent, more insistent. Fuller. Harder. Faster.
She started to writhe under him, and he told her exactly what he wanted as he fucked her relentlessly.
"Cum for me, Serena. Milk my cock with that virgin cunt."
His dirty talk shocked her, heat flooding her face. But her body seized immediately at the command, and blinding waves of ecstasy ripped through her.
He felt her orgasm, destroying all of his control.
"Fuck," he rasped, spilling into her again, his body jerking with each pulse.
Again, too fast.
Twice in a row.
Another first.
A sound tore from his lips as another wave of release was building impossibly fast.
His wolf surged aggressively.
"Serena…" he gasped. "I'm fighting the urge to mark you..."
He strained, his body still pumping into her. His eyes started to change to gold.
And then he lost control.
Right when her climax hit, she felt a sting on her neck. Then intense pleasure as his venom surged through her bloodstream.
Ecstasy.
His body locked, cum pouring into her. This time it was deeper, longer.
He couldn't let go of her neck, his body stuck in an extended release unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Beneath him, she trembled, caught in waves of sensation from his venom as it flooded her system.
Finally, he let go and pulled out of her just as her eyes fluttered closed.
He saw gold blood where his mark was, and he licked it instinctively.
"You're mine."