As Ben pulled away I finally saw Kade in all his glory. I was right. His tattoos went everywhere. There was hardly any bare skin left on him. Tentacles curled over his shoulders and around his arms and ribs like there was a giant octopus on his back. They reached into a void of darkness and stars not so unlike what I’d tried to recreate here in the nest. I saw trees on his legs and there were more details too, but I couldn’t focus because his scent was all around me, and his cock—his pierced cock—was hard and ready.

Studs lined the top of his shaft. It curved upward, thick and long, and his hand stroked it lazily as he looked at me. The possession in his eyes undid me. He hadn’t even touched me and I felt like I was his. My perfume exploded along with brand new wetness on my thighs.

I was moving before he even said the words. “Present for your Alpha.” They were backed with a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr.

My ass was already in the air and I clawed at the cushions, needing to beg and knowing he would do exactly what he wanted even if I did.

His hands came down hard on my hips and he sheathed himself in one brutal, delicious thrust. I nearly came then, my voice filling the nest. If there weren’t so many soft things in here, my voice would have echoed.

Kade didn’t hold back, fucking me hard and fast. I push up on my hands to move and press back into him, fuck him just as hard as he was driving into me. His hand slid up my spine, keeping my chest flush to the pillows. “Stay there, Omega.”

Everything evaporated. His weight came down on that hand, holding me in place while he thrust deeper, the curve of his cock hitting and the piercings dragging against me in absolute. Fucking. Perfection.

A white-hot orgasm exploded, and somewhere far away I heard the sounds I was making. Raw, pure sounds of pleasure and pleading. Everything about this I loved—had dreamed about—and I needed more. “Please,” I found the word somewhere in my brain. “Please, please, please.”

Kade was still fucking me, working me with long, hard strokes. He’d never stopped, and I was shaking from the aftermath of pleasure and ready for the next round. It was so entirely different from the half-heats I’d put myself through and it was the beginning… I couldn’t breathe. I was gone. Not in my right mind, and I didn’t care.

Any concerns or shame I had were back at my house, abandoned.

“Please.”

His body covered mine from behind, voice closer now as he moved. “Please what, baby?”

“Hold me down. I love it when you hold me down.”