Page 18 of The Rust in Her Hair

"Then take me out of it," I say, my hips lifting into his touch. "Stop talking and fuck me already."

A dark chuckle rumbles in Nico's chest. "So impatient tonight." His eyes are pure black in the low light, blown wide with lust. "I like that." He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. "But don't forget who's in charge here, beta. I'll fuck you when I'm fucking ready, not a moment before."

I open my mouth to tease him, but my words are cut off when he kisses me. It's not gentle or teasing. It's a claiming kiss.

His lips crush against mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth with a possessive dominance that makes my head spin.

The taste of him is so intoxicating—dark amber and something uniquely Nico—and I moan into his mouth, my hands fisting in his hair as I try to get closer.

Nico’s hands find the waistband of my trousers while he's still kissing me as he works the button free. The zipper follows, slowly, each metallic tooth releasing with a soft hiss that makes my cock twitch in anticipation.

My whole body tingles as my alpha hooks his fingers into both my trousers and underwear, tugging them down in one smooth motion. The fabric slides down over my hips and thighs, past my knees, until I'm completely bare beneath him.

He breaks the kiss, lifting up just enough to look at me. His eyes roam over my naked form, dark with hunger.

I'm not built like my alpha mates—all carved muscle and imposing bulk. My body is leaner, defined by the athletic build of a man who stays active but doesn't live for the gym. Still, I see appreciation in my mate’s gaze as he takes in the subtle definition of my chest, the flat plane of my stomach, the muscles that tense in my thighs under his gaze.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growls, his hands tracing the lines of my body. "All mine."

His fingers wrap around my cock, and I gasp, my hips rising off the bed. He jerks me slowly, teasing, his thumb spreading the bead of pre-cum over the head.

Each stroke sends jolts of pleasure through me, making my hips buck off the bed.

"Such a responsive little beta," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So eager to please."

I can only nod in response, my body arching into his touch.

"Look at you." His voice thick with lust. "Already so desperate for it. So responsive to my touch."

I moan, unable to form words as he continues to stroke me, his movements maddeningly slow. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he shifts, lifting one of my legs and pushing my knee up to my chest. Without hesitation, I lift my other leg, pulling it up and baring my ass to my alpha.

"Good boy," Nico praises, his eyes dark with approval. "So eager to please."

He keeps stroking me as his other hand moves to tease my entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle without pushing inside. The dual sensations have me writhing, my breath coming out faster.

"Please," I beg, lifting my hips. "I need you."

Releasing my cock, Nico leans over me, reaching for the nightstand. I hear the soft click of a cap opening, then a moment later, his slick fingers are back at my entrance. The cool gel contrasts with the heat of my skin as he spreads it around my hole, his touch gentle but firm. The scent of artificial vanilla fills the air as he works the lube into me, his fingers circling, preparing me.

Then his finger pushes inside me.

Only the tip at first, then deeper, until he's buried to the knuckle.

I gasp at the intrusion, my body tensing for a moment before relaxing around him. He adds another finger, scissoring them inside me, stretching me. The lube makes the movement smooth and effortless. And I can't help but push back against his hand, silently begging for more.

"Nico," I breathe, my hands fisting in the sheets when his fingers brush my prostate.

"I know, cariño," he murmurs, his fingers stilling inside me. "I know what you need."

His fingers slowly withdraw from my body, and the drag of them against my sensitive walls makes me shudder.

My breath catches in my throat as I look at my mate.

Nico is stroking his big alpha cock, his hand moving slowly up and down the smooth shaft. It's beautiful—long and thick, with a prominent vein that runs along the underside. The head is flushed a deep purple, already leaking so much precum.

Keeping his eyes locked on me, Nico moves into place, settling between my spread legs. I feel the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance, teasing. My body tenses with anticipation, my hole clenching around nothing, already hungry for the stretch and fill of him.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demands, his voice low and commanding.