Solana

CHAPTER FOUR

SOLANA

He pulled back only far enough to rise onto his knees behind me. 

I stayed as he had left me, shivering, chest pressed to the sheets, with my hips still raised. The air was cold against my soaked and swollen skin. I felt like a pomegranate, scraped raw and bruised, but in a good way, perhaps a confusing way. He made me feel more pleasure than I’d ever felt in my entire life, and I found it hard to understand.

He growled, low in his chest, and pulled out his cock. 

I swallowed at the sight of it, watching the soft glide of his hand stroking once, then twice. He coated the thick head with my wetness, and my stomach tightened as he leaned forward, making the mattress dip. His heat seeped into me, and I grew even more lightheaded. 

His heavy hand settled on my back, pinning me in place, and his blunt, hot head pressed against my core.

Every instinct screamed for me to cover my legs, to cover myself and hide, but he did not let me. 

“Solana.” My name came out roughly, and I blinked in shock that he knew it.

Then, he pushed in, and I screamed his name. “RONAN!”

My lungs burned, but the stretch burned hotter and sharper. My fingers clawed at the sheets. My nails sank deeper into his shoulders as he sank deeper into me, jaws tight, eyes flickering from gold to blue, and gold again, locked on mine. The realisation threaded through my spine. His wolf was right there with him, pacing under his skin, reaching for mine. His arm trembled, yet he stayed gentle until he was fully seated in me.

“Fuck.” He groaned, staring at me with wide eyes.

I was shaking, full of him, and stretched where it almost bordered on pain, yet my body pulled him in hungrier. His knot was already beginning to swell at the base, a heavy pressure against my entrance. I didn’t understand it. I’d never been knotted before, and my thoughts had faded into nothingness.

Then, he started to move, and all my thoughts bled away like ash. 

His slow, deep thrusts dragged inside me, making stars burst behind my eyes. I moaned helplessly, wrapping my legs around his hips without permission. I’d forgotten myself, but he growled in response, and I felt it vibrate through my chest. 

His hips snapped forward, driving me forcefully into the bed. One hand fisted my hair and tilted my head back so he could drag his mouth over my throat. I felt the moment his control slipped, the way his thrusts lengthened, the way his eyes turned gold completely right before he bit down hard enough to break my skin.

He claimed me, and it burned like fire and pleasure all at once. 

I came apart with a scream, clamping around him tightly. He followed with a strangled groan as he buried himself to the root, his knot locking deeper in me as hot pulses of his release spilt into my womb. Sweat trickled down my spine as I felt every thick spurt, every throb as he emptied himself in me. 

For a moment, he stayed frozen above me while I shivered beneath him, boobs aching.

Confusion flooded his expression, and his eyes kept shifting as if he could not understand what was happening. 

“You’re taking me.” He muttered, almost to himself. “All of me – no one – no one has ever –” 

His words broke apart as his cock twitched inside me, still hard, and buried deep inside the thick knot. His wolf was still hungry. My hips lifted to meet his stroke as my hand slid down his back, pulling him closer.

The room had gone too warm, and the air had thickened with the haze of sex and the scent of sweat. My thoughts kept slipping away. I hadn’t known what to expect, but it certainly hadn’t been this. 

He dragged his mouth over my neck, grabbing on hard to my ass, and he fucked me through the knot in short and brutal thrusts. His mouth latched on to my swollen nipple, and his cock ground hard against my swollen clit. There was no gentleness left behind, only possessiveness. He bit my nipples hard, and before claiming my mouth, he fondled my tender breast. Every snap of his hips forced another broken moan out of me. 

My own wolf had stopped fighting entirely; she was rolling under my skin, drunk on him. I was gone. I disintegrated into nothingness but pleasure. I could not tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. My body took everything he gave: his size, his knot and the relentless drive of his cock. I broke apart a million ways, and he came again with a growl which shook the bed. 

He kept rutting through his orgasms with small thrusts as his knot held us together, dragging it out until my vision flickered at the edges. 

The last thing I saw before the pleasure dragged me under was his face above mine, staring at me with raw, stunned confusion. 

I was the first woman to survive the night, the first to take him twice, and I had no idea what that meant.