Chapter 19 #3
She nodded, hair falling over the blindfold. “It’s so much,” she said, voice thin with desperation.
“That’s the idea,” I said. “You tell me if it gets to be too much.”
She whimpered but didn’t ask me to stop. I alternated the vibe between her nipples, then down her ribs, then lower, brushing the insides of her thighs. She was panting now, hips rolling, knees getting wider like she was begging.
I held it over her clit, let the hum vibrate through her, and she made a noise that was part mewl, part sob. Her arms strained at the cuffs, fingers flexing and unflexing. She tried to close her legs, but I pressed them apart, holding her open.
“Papa, please—”
I clicked the vibe to high, pressed it hard to her clit, and she lost it. Her back arched and her body folded as much as she could while suspended, and she howled my name as she came, shuddering so hard I had to hold her down to keep her from pulling too hard.
I didn’t stop. I kept the pressure on, working the vibe in slow, cruel circles until she was begging me to let up.
I dialed it down, then slid it inside her, just an inch, and she gasped again—so sensitive, so close to breaking.
I leaned in, licking her slick, and she moaned so loud I was glad the house was a quarter mile from the road.
She was a mess, sweat and tears and spit, but she was beautiful.
I set the vibe aside, wiped her down with a warm towel, then uncuffed her wrists. She sagged, boneless, in my arms. I laid her across the bed and peeled off the blindfold, and her eyes were wild, pupils blown black.
“You still okay?” I asked, voice hoarse.
She didn’t answer with words. She lunged at me, legs around my waist, arms locked behind my neck, pressing her wet heat against my stomach. She climbed me, feral and hungry, and crashed her mouth to mine.
I caught her, pressed her onto her back, and lined up at her entrance. She was still quivering, but she needed this—I could feel it in the bond. I pushed in, slow at first, letting her adjust, but she rocked her hips up, desperate for me to fill her.
I obliged. I slammed into her, hard, and she screamed again, this time in pure, raw joy.
I fucked her like I’d never get the chance again; deep, fast, relentless. She clung to me, nails digging into my shoulders, legs wrapped around my ass. I felt the orgasm build in her, tight and hot, and when it hit she shook so hard it took everything I had to keep going.
She begged me to come, begged for it with words and moans and clawing need. I flipped her over onto her stomach.
“Present yourself to your mate, Sunshine.”
She went up on her knees and looked at me over her shoulder. She looked feral.
“Take what your mate is offering, Alpha,” she said deep and raw.
Something snapped inside me when she called me her Alpha. I knew what she meant. We both understood perfectly well that Bronc was the Alpha of this pack, but she just declared that I was the Alpha of this home.
I slammed into her again as she presented her perfect ass to me.
“You are the perfect mate for me. Magnificent in every way.” I told her as I slammed into her over and over. I pulled out and stuck my finger in her pussy, getting it saturated with her wetness. Then I swirled it around her tight pucker, and her breath hitched.
“Do you trust your Alpha?”
She took a breath. “I do.”
I pressed my finger into that tight ring of muscle, and it gave way. She moaned when I also slammed my cock back into her entrance. Her moans of ecstasy told me how much she loved the feeling of being totally filled by me.
“How can it feel so good?” She cried through her moans.
I could feel my knot start to swell as I continued to pound both holes.
“I live for your pleasure, mate.”
I turned her body so she was on her back. I wanted to see her face. I looked down at where we were joined, amazed at how her body opened to make room for my knot. It was a miracle to me.
I knew she was close again, so I reached down and circled her clit with my thumb. Her release crashed over her, causing me to come in a torrent of release in a river of cum as she juddered her hips against me and I rocked as much as I could, emptying every ounce of myself into her.
We stayed like that, panting and sweating, for a long, long time.
Eventually, the knot softened, and I slipped out, rolling onto my back. Aspen curled up on my chest, hair tangled, skin flushed.
“That wasn’t too much was it? I didn’t hurt you?” I asked, stroking her hair.
She laughed, breathless. “It could never be too much.”
I held her close, kissed her forehead, and let her breathe.
She was spectacular in every way. I told her so.
When I caught my breath, I grabbed a damp warm towel and cleaned her and then tucked her under the covers.
I left for the kitchen and came back with a tray of meat, cheese, fruit, and bread. She ate, starved, giggling at the way I fussed over her.
We finished the tray, then fell asleep in each other’s arms, safe and whole.
The next day, we’d fight the world.
But tonight, she was mine, and I was hers, and nothing could touch us. If we could only keep the enemies from coming.