Kayden
As soon as he said that, the tension in the kitchen shifted from a simr to a total boil. Rhys didn’t hesitate as he slid one finger deep inside my hole. One finger pushed in, then another, stretching until I let out a high-pitched gasp from my lungs.
His other hand wasn’t idle either. It reached up to grab my chest, squeezing the muscle with a grip that made my head thud against the marble.
My head rolled back. My vision swam with white spots. I gripped the side of the counter and moaned out loud, the sound echoing off the high ceiling of the kitchen.
Rhys didn’t stop. He leaned in and claid my mouth again while his fingers continued to work over.
Then, in one fluid motion, he withdrew his hand and lifted as if I weighed nothing in his arms.
He carried out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Rhys hit the couch first, sitting against the cushion, and pulled on top of him.
I wrapped my arms around him and straddled him with my head still rolled backward.
In the blink of an eye, he got rid of his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and well-sculpted abs.
I worked my hands through his trousers, unbuckling his belt and then pulling out his enormous cock.
"I am going to fuck you so badly you won’t be able to walk for days," Rhys muttered against my ear, his low, deep voice vibrating against my body and sending chills running down my spine.
I looked at him, my hand on his cock, and grinned. "I’d like to see you try and..." I didn’t get to finish as he moved , laying back against the soft fabric of the couch, his body hovering over mine.
He reached down, his hand guiding his heavy, aching cock toward my entrance.
I felt the heat of him, the massive size, and the instinctual part of scread for it—but then, suddenly, I rembered sothing important.
"Wait... Rhys, stop," I gasped out, my hands flying to his chest to hold him back.
Rhys paused, his eyes darkening, and I could see the agony he felt from his rut. He looked frustrated and rolled his eyes. "Kayden, I am clean," he said, probably thinking I was worried about health and safety. "If I weren’t clean, I wouldn’t be on this team, and that applies to you. I have no health issues, too, and I have seen your files; you are clean, too, so what the hell is..."
"That is not..." I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like it was full of sand. He was right about everything, but he was so wrong about why I was afraid.
The suppressants were good, and the injections were strong, helping to hide who I truly was, but they couldn’t rewrite my DNA. Underneath the "Alpha" act, I was still an Oga, and my body was built to carry a child, especially from a True Alpha in his rut.
It was too risky. One mistake tonight would end my career and expose everything I had fought to hide. I could get pregnant.
"Don’t you want this, Kayden?" Rhys asked, his hands on my sides and his head lowered to face . "If you are scared of..."
"It’s not. I want you. I truly do," I whispered, my voice shaking as I looked at the massive ridge of his cock so close to my hole. "Not without... we need a condom, Rhys, please."
Rhys froze at my words, his cock twitching against my entrance. He gave a questioning look, his brows furrowing in confusion and suspicion.
"A condom?" he scoffed. "Why the hell are you asking for that? I already told you we are both clean, and also, it’s not like you are going to get pregnant, Kayden. We are both Alphas."
My heart skipped a beat at the ntion of pregnancy. It was precisely why I was scared. I didn’t want that life.
A cold sweat broke out over my skin despite the heat shared between us. I was trapped in my own lie, and I couldn’t even tell him the truth.
Who knows how he will react? Everything happening now was because he wanted to fuck , not like he cared about . I already knew what his reaction would be once he found out what I was.
It would be truly over for .
"I will ask you again, Kayden. Do you not want this?" Rhys asked, and I could hear the hurt in his voice. He started to pull back, frowning. "If you are trying to find an excuse to stop , then you have succeeded because..."
"No," I cut him off, reaching up to grab the front of his shirt and pulling him back down to .
I couldn’t let him stop when we were so close to the main thing . It was only for tonight. If he ended up knotting , I would find a way to get contraceptives later. I’ll double the dosage if possible.
"I want you," I told him as I leaned in and kissed him. It was a kiss of surrender, and when I broke it, I blinked at him and, with a sultry voice, I whispered.
"Fuck , Ice Captain. Just fuck , please."
That was all it took, and the last control Rhys had snapped imdiately.
He let out a low moan and grabbed my thighs, hooking them over his broad shoulders to open up completely, and in one deep thrust, he buried his cock inside my hole.
The sensation was overwhelming. It was a blunt force that felt like it was splitting apart and filling up all at once.
I gasped, my head thumping back against the arm of the couch, my fingers digging into the cushions as I took the full length of him.
"God, Kayden..." Rhys groaned, his forehead dropping against mine as he stayed still for a mont, letting us both adjust to the tight, agonizing stretch.
Rhys was trembling, his muscles girded and hard as he looked down at where we were joined. "Fuck, you are so tight. Are you alright?"
I nodded.
Rhys said nothing as he began to move, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, while I let out a scream that didn’t sound like my voice.
He pounded inside of like a hungry Alpha, and each thrust ca with a force that made see stars and goodness, Rhys was a fucking beast not only on ice but also in bed.
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