Page 37 of Indigo

“I can’t even wrap my hand around you,” she whispers, her fist working me.

“I’ll fit, baby. I promise I’ll fit.” My voice breaks. I can’t even imagine if she decides not to take a risk on me. Jesus, I can’t think about that.

“I used to look at you and think you’re too big. You could kill me with your own hands if you wanted. That’s why I tried to stay away from you.”

It pains me to hear it, and I shake my head. “These hands?” I show them to her. “They work in your name. I’ll never hurt you, only protect you. I’m yours, Indie. You can do whatever you want with me.”

She covers my cheek with her palm. “I know. I’m only saying this because… I used to fear your strength, but now…”

Indigo bites her bottom lip, trailing off as her hands start to wander over my chest. I hold myself trembling, waiting for her to finish that thought. Does she mean she’s not scared anymore? Please, please, don’t be scared.

When she still doesn’t give me an answer, I grip her chin between my fingers, making her look, though her eyes take a second longer to leave my chest.

“You’re not scared?”

Indie shakes her head. I sigh in relief, and she must see how scared of rejection I was, but she chooses to giggle at my pain. I don’t mind that. As long as she’s happy, I don’t care about anything else. She leans against me and kisses me softly.

“Help me to take you, Hank,” she whispers against my lips.

There’s no sweeter request. She lifts on her knees as I bring my cock up and down her slit, mouth watering when she sucks in a breath every time I get close to her clit. She asked me to help her take me, right? Making sure she’s wet and ready is step one.

A drop of sweat runs between her breasts, and she shakes with need. She’s ready. Controlling her descent, I let her sink just an inch, carefully watching her face. It’s not an easy thing to do. She looks absolutely gorgeous taking my cock, and my muscles strain from the effort of not thrusting in with all I have.

She takes another inch, and I bring my fingers down to her clit, playing with her until she’s moaning, and I can push more into her. She bites down her bottom lip, frowns between her brows, and sweat comes down her temple. I kiss her slowly, wanting to take that concentrated look off her face. I know I’m big, and she’s doubtful, but I was born for her. I have no worries.

Indigo gets lost in the kiss, melting in my arms, and I thrust all the way to my knot. It’s such a tight squeeze my vision goes blank for a second, and I groan her name. Fuck, she feels so good.

My mouth trails down to her neck. I take time to appreciate the flavor of her skin on my tongue. She grips my shoulder, dazed and smiling. I’m so lost in that smile of hers that it catches me by surprise when she starts moving. Taking all the control, she rides me, and I watch in awe.

Those nipples tip up and bounce. I can’t take much longer until I hold her waist and dip my head down to take one into my mouth. She whimpers and rides faster, harder, louder.

Her urgency fuels mine, and sitting back and watching her take me is not enough anymore. I take control. I push up, fucking her from under.

“God, Hank, yes.”

My name on her lips is a gift I’ve never thought I was going to get. She calls out to me in ecstasy, calls me to push harder into her and keep this connection alive. I push her down into my cock like a fuck doll, and she lets me, her head lolly at every thrust. Her muscles are soft, her orgasm nearing, yet it’s not enough.

“Are you ready to take my knot, baby?”

Her beautiful eyes flash to mine. I’m careful, thinking I might see fear in them, but instead I see fire. Indigo bites down her lip, her fingers curl over my skin, scratching it softly, and she nods. Eager, needy, and perfect.

My hands span around her waist, and I take a breath before bringing her all the way up just to drop her down with a groan. Her pussy is so fucking warm and tight. Her moans are the best thing I’ve ever heard. My knot hits her relentlessly, begging for passage, and to my surprise, she lowers and tries to take as much as she can.

“Fuck baby, yes, please take all of me.”

The words stumble from my lips. The request is the most genuine. It’s not just my knot I need her to take. This moment is loaded with hope. I can’t stop myself. It was never going to be just about fucking her out of the heat. I’ve watched her with theothers, and that only fed into the impossible hope growing inside my heart.

When my knot fits inside her, I beg with all I have.Please, love me.

Losing a parent early did the opposite of what everyone expected. They thought I was quiet and closed off. My dads pressured me into therapy because I was just shy of fifteen when she was gone. I know what everyone thought. I was going to close myself off, grieve, and carry my scars.

But that’s not how it went down. Yes, I’m not a talker, but that’s just me. I have four dads who did everything to help me through it even though they were grieving their mate. I have a packmate who refuses to give up hope and another one who is always ready to lighten up the mood with something ridiculous.

All that pain I put into volunteer work because I knew my mother loved me, but she was sick and couldn’t stay. Yes, I’m careful, and I try my best to take care of people, but I always thought my past didn’t determine my future.

Until Indigo.

I saw her down in that pool, and I dove in without thinking about the consequences. The alarm I felt when she didn’t come back to the surface can’t be described. Need beyond earthly need.