My mind spun back to last night when Kade was in rut and I’d simply… surrendered. I thought I already had, but there it was. That one final little place deep inside, grappling for control even though I knew I needed to be without it.

But choosing it here felt like so much more than last night. Here was opening my soul up to vulnerability and hurt, and it was absolutely terrifying.

The image of a rope appeared, holding down the final sail in the boat of my mind. The sea was crashing, and I had a choice here. Every part of me was shaking, but I grabbed the rope and untied it, letting the last fraction of me fly free.

Pleasure slammed into me as I dropped over the cliff into a sea of pure sensation. My body wasn’t mine, possessed by the waves rippling through me. And through it all, Avery’s voice. “There we go, baby girl. Come all over my hand. I’ve got you.”

I strained upward, arching until I was taut, orgasm ripping its exquisite claws through me one final time before I collapsed back onto the pillows.

Avery purred, still caressing my clit, even softer now, sending glittering aftershocks racing over my skin. “Good girl. You did so fucking good, baby. Thank you for trusting me.”

“That was—that was—”

“The first of many.” Avery moved slowly and steadily, removing my underwear before settling between my legs, easing his cock into me. I forgot how fucking good he felt. Not quite as long as some of the others, but he was the thickest of my pack. Not even all the way inside me and I was stretched.

All the way in, until it felt like I couldn’t breathe from the thickness. He lowered himself on top of me, at once stealing my breath and short-circuiting my brain. Weighted blanket indeed.

“Ready, baby girl?”

“I don’t know if I’ll survive that again.”

He chuckled. “Let’s find where this pretty pussy loves to be fucked.”

I didn’t have a chance to ask him what he meant. He rocked deeper into me, and I moaned. “I think it loves it all.”

“Bet your ass it does, baby girl. But I want the spot that makes you go blind.”

Pace and rhythm were even, slow and smooth, just like he’d promised, and I couldn’t even be angry because I was still so steeped in my own orgasm it all felt amazing. Avery shifted as he rocked, changing the angle slightly every time, and it all felt good.

His lips were on mine, dragging me down further into the delicious haze he was creating around us, more than his scent and my perfume. He was putting pleasure into the air. It coated my skin and made me feel high.

“Oh shit.”