And then he was inside her, just a little, but the walls of her cunt rejoiced to receive him, swelling around him as little by little he pushed deeper.
Stacy's breath was shallow. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might explode. She clung to Vonn, not from pain or fear, but because she needed to feel as much of him as she could.
Even when it felt like Vonn was pushing her beyond her limits, there wasn't pain. Only a sense of rightness.
Vonn finally stopped so deep inside her, it felt to Stacy as if he had reached the core of her being. It was too much and not enough. Emotions spilled from her in the tears that stung her eyes, her wordless cries, the quivering of her body.
"Now you're mine," Vonn roared in triumph.
And then he started to move for real.
Chapter Eighteen
If Vonn thought he'd reached the height of bliss the first time they made love, the next couple of days proved him wrong again and again. He didn't know how it was possible, but it kept getting better.
True, there were a few logistical issues that needed to be attended to because of Stacy's beta nature, but that was no problem. Vonn had had plenty of practice with the working girls over the years and had become an expert with the bottle of orange-scented oil, adjusting his timing for his partner.
Every time he touched Stacy, he learned more about what made her moan, what made her cry out, what made her snarl and scratch and fight until, at exactly the right moment, he reminded her of his strength—something that drove them both wild.
Sex with Stacy was everything he'd imagined, everything he'd been hoping for. When he plunged deep inside her cunt, he lost himself to the feeling of her body stretching and swelling around him, evidence of her hunger for his cock. And then there came the victorious moment of surrender when she started to come, the pulsing pressure of her cunt in time with her cries.
It was heaven.
After that first time on the kitchen counter, they made their way through the house, creating memories that would ensure that Vonn would never see his home in the same way again.
Later that night, he took her on the wool rug in front of the fire. The following day they stayed in bed for hours, exploring and savoring each other. The next evening, as the sunset gave way to twilight and the stars appeared in the sky, he led her up the path to the top of the cliff behind the cabin and spread out a blanket on the granite. There they made love in the light of a luminous moon.
Each time was better than the last. Each stroke of his cock brought them closer, inside and out. Each shattering orgasm chipped away more and more at Stacy's defenses until she was no longer battling with herself. Any resistance she offered was the kind that worked her into a frenzy, the play fighting that made her so wet she barely needed lubricating.
And when he finally entered her, she lay back with her legs open ready to accept him. Surrendering didn't extinguish the fire inside her, however. Vonn doubted there was a force on earth capable of putting out an inferno like that.
On the third day, after forty-eight hours of riding his shaft for hours, bucking and writhing to the point of exhaustion, Stacy finally waved the white flag and asked for a break.
Three days straight with an alpha—that was a feat no other beta Vonn knew of had managed to pull off. When the prostitutes finished a shift in the Boundarylands, they took several days off to recover.
For the first time, he wondered what the relationship between the mated alpha/beta lowland couple looked like. Not that it was none of his business—just as his relationship with Stacy was none of theirs.
Yes…a real relationship. For all the time Vonn had spent wishing for his own omega, he'd given scant consideration to that aspect of the union, but now it was all he thought about. His attraction to Stacy went far beyond merely sexual. Every day, it seemed to be branching out into something more complex.
Between the bouts of passion, when they took breaks to rest and eat and bathe, they talked. Sometimes about her past. Sometimes about his. She confided how her mother complained over her lack of grandchildren. He told her about hunting with three generations of men in his family, his grandfather's endless patience teaching him and his brother how to track and dress game, his father's quiet pride.
Eventually, they began to talk about how life had changed for both of them when the beta blockade had closed the borders. Stacy described the relentless propaganda campaign, the flourishing of hate groups on the internet, increased pressure on women to be tested. And Vonn reluctantly described the pall that had fallen over the settlement, the anger and agitation in addition to the shortages and dangers of black market trade.
Vonn was cautiously heartened by Stacy's receptiveness to the stories he told. He didn't expect her to come around to his point of view right away, but at least she was listening. It had taken years for Stacy to be indoctrinated with her fierce hatred of his world, and it would take time to undo it.
But this was a good start.
Vonn decided to take her out for target practice the next morning. Their daily walks had made her more comfortable with the forest, learning his land and how to move through it without disturbing the other creatures who made it their home. This time he would free her from the pressure of bagging their dinner, letting her relax and focus on the feeling of the bow in her arms.
"Hold the string steady," he murmured against her ear, his hands guiding her body into the proper stance…and enjoying the warmth
