His hand slipped around my throat, stilling me completely. I was the one who yielded. There was no pressure in his fingers. The gesture alone was enough to make me shudder and gasp, surrendering.

The brush of his lips and breath raised goosebumps all over my body. My nipples hardened even further and between my legs there was a flood of exactly what he wanted. Arousal and wetness, all slick and scent.

Luke’s voice was calm and even, just like it always was, and his free hand skimmed down as he moved, reaching to tease my clit.

My hips arched into his hand. “I want you to feel so good, sweetheart.” He circled my clit with agonizing slowness. “You’re going to come. Hard.”

“Yes.”

“But I also want you to do everything I say. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded. My hands were still on his shoulders, and somewhere my logical brain was surprised Luke was one of the dominant ones, and the rest of me wasn’t surprised at all. The rest of me craved it.

In the periphery, I could sense the rest of the pack, and I looked at them only for my face to be guided firmly back. “All of us are absolutely yours. But right now you’re mine. You’re only going to look at me.”

Yes. I locked my eyes with his, struggling to keep them open as his fingers still moved, teasing me and guiding me toward another impossible peak.

“Luke,” my mouth found his skin, and I tasted him, licking wherever I could find. I loved the salt and flavor of him. Of all of them. I wasn’t sure I was going to survive days of this. It was too good and too overwhelming. “I can’t—I can’t—” my words cut off and morphed into a moan stifled by my mouth on his shoulder.

All at once he moved over me again, sliding into me balls deep. I was too far gone. Dizzying pleasure spun around me as I came around his cock. I was so wet he was having trouble keeping his cock inside me, and I knew it was what he wanted.

He fucked me slow and hard, taking his time touching me. And I wanted to obey him and what he’d said desperately but I also couldn’t wait. I couldn’t take slow. I needed more of him. I needed faster and harder. I needed his knot.

“Later,” I began to beg. “I’ll do whatever you want later. Just take me, Luke. Make it feel better. I’m so empty without your knot, please.”

Something in his eyes shifted, and he gave me everything I wanted. His hand returned to my throat, and he buried himself in me ruthlessly. Over and over again until I came, and came again. I was delirious, and overcome with sensation and need.