Chapter 31 Faye #3
Our eyes meet and he leans in, pausing for my permission before our lips brush, the movie still playing in the background.
This is different from our last kiss, when we were swept away in a moment of heat.
His probing lips are slow and sensual, filled with a thousand promises.
It’s been amazing, spending time getting to know each other better, but as our kiss deepens, my body craves more.
I clamber onto his lap rather clumsily, my foot knocking over my glass of precariously balanced red wine off the sofa arm.
“Shit!” I gasp, watching it spill all over the white rug. “That’s gonna stain!”
Cole’s a clean freak. Is he going to be mad?
“Fuck the carpet.” Cole throws me back onto the cushions then climbs on top of me. He smirks when the heady smell of my perfume fills the room.
“Is all that sweet slick for me, little omega?” His raspy voice sends trembles racing through me.
I clutch onto him, thrilling at the way his rippling muscles flex as his lips slide down my neck, leaving small kisses in their wake. I sigh as his teeth gently rake over my skin, just like the actor in the movie did.
“Yes,” I moan, gyrating my hips into him. “All for you.”
My whole body tenses as his massive erection presses against my stomach. Wow. He’s even bigger than I remember.
He pulls back, balancing on his muscular elbows. “Do you trust me, Faye?”
“Yes, it’s just… “ I moisten my lips. “I don’t have much experience. The first time I had sex was during heat with you guys.”
“We’ll take it slow.” His kind tone is reassuring. “I’ve got you. If you want me to stop at any time, tell me. I want you to let me know what you like and what you don’t. I’m going to spend the evening worshipping you.”
When I nod, Cole’s hand slides under my tee and over my bra.
I follow his lead, tentatively trailing my hands across his rippling back then across his broad shoulders while staring into each other’s eyes.
Unlike when I was in heat, when my body begged for knots, I take my time, caressing every deep groove of his muscles.
With the need simmering in my veins building, I tug at the hem of his T-shirt until he gets the hint and pulls it over his head.
My fingers immediately gravitate to the wolf head tattoo on his right bicep, just like the one on the banner above his bed and on the patch he gave me.
He didn’t strike me as an ink guy, but it’s insanely hot.
“What do you think?” he asks. “All the guys are going to get matching ones.”
“I love it.”
His mouth descends on mine again. By his tender touch and soft kisses, I can tell that he’s holding back, and I love him for that. He wants to make sure I’m comfortable before we go further.
“You look so hot in my shirt.” His fingers slither up my thigh. “I want you to cover it in slick for me, okay?”
I moan as his fingers find my panty’s edge. Even my super-strength liner has no chance of containing my slick. He hooks his finger under the fabric and meets my wetness, gently stroking my entrance.
“Is this okay?”
“Y-yes,” I mewl.
I almost whine when he retreats to his knees, glad I didn’t when he parts my legs and pulls my panties down. Self-conscious, I shut my eyes, knowing that he’s looking at me. All of me. I know it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but this is different.
“Fuck, Faye,” he groans. “You’re making my knot pulse just looking at you.”
I steal a glance at his crotch. He’s not lying.
The bulge in his pants seems to have doubled in size.
He buries his face between my knees, kissing up my delicate inner thighs until his mouth meets my heat.
He grabs my hips possessively before pulling my pussy onto his face.
A gasp escapes me when his tongue slides over my clit before lapping up the slick like he’s trying to devour an ice cream before it melts.
“Do you like me tasting you, little omega?” he pauses to ask.
“Yes.” It’s hard to find the right words to describe how incredible he makes me feel. “It feels … amazing.” Amazing is an understatement; I already feel like I’ll come after only a few seconds.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He licks his lips. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers too, little omega?”
“Yes.” Unable to reach him, I grip the sofa beneath me. “Fuck me with them.”
He circles my entrance with one. “How does that feel?”
“More,” I beg. It turns out I can be pretty needy and impatient when an orgasm is at stake. “Fuck, yes. Like that.”
He chuckles, slowly pushing one finger inside me before adding another, swirling them around to stretch me. Slick coats him as he fucks me with them, adjusting his position to match his pace with his tongue licking my clit. The combination of motions takes me right to the edge.
“Come for me, little omega,” Cole purrs. “Ride my face, and soak me in your slick.”
I grab his head and hold him there, grinding against his face as he sucks on my clit and coaxes an orgasm from me. I come hard, crying out, my thighs clamping around his head as my entire body judders.
As soon as the first wave ebbs, Cole slides back up my body and kisses me. Fuck, tasting myself on his tongue is a huge turn on.
“Can I…?” I feel his giant swell pressing into me. “Can I taste you?”
“Little omega, I’d love nothing more than feeling your lips wrapped around my cock.”
I lean up on my elbows to watch as he takes off his pants, giving me the chance to take in every delicious detail of his body—his flawless abs, the deep V of his Apollo’s belt, a trail of light brown hair leading down to his mammoth member.
My eyes widen at his sheer size and girth, wondering how that was even able to fit inside me.
“I-I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admit as I shuffle up from the couch, halting when I’m face-to-face with his shockingly large cock. “C-can you show me what you like?”
“Cover your hands in slick first,” he orders.
I do as he asks, watching as he puts his strong hands over mine then guides them onto his shaft. I have to use both hands to fully wrap around him. He moves my hands up and down him in long, rhythmic strokes. He groans as I continue, removing his hands once my confidence grows.
“Mm, yeah. Just like that.” I internally preen at his praise. “Now use your tongue. Just the tip.”
I inhale his addictive scent—clean sheets mixed with dirty, hot leather—and want more. I lick away a bead of salty pre-cum from his tip, then eagerly wrap my whole mouth around him, attempting to take in as much of him as I can.
“You’re an impatient, little omega,” he groans, fisting my hair. “Take your time. Breathe through it, okay? Take me into your mouth while you keep moving your hands.”
I fall into a rhythm. My jaw will ache by the end of this, but I desperately want to please him. Cole spends all of his time looking out for everyone else. I want to do something just for him.
“Your pretty little mouth feels so good.” His thighs tauten beneath me. “Now suck a little and move your tongue at the same time.”
I play around, enjoying experimenting with varying pressures and flicks of my tongue. His balls twitch when I cup them, curious to know how they feel.
“Gentle pressure,” he instructs. “Good little omega.”
Knowing that I’m pleasing him, I moan, which must unlock something in the primal part of his alpha brain because he grabs my hair and growls in response. I quicken my movements, slathering him in spit and glance up to see his eyes clamped shut and his lips parted.
“Do you want to taste my cum, little omega?”
My mouth’s full, so I make a garbling noise in reply that I hope resembles a yes. Whether he understands me or not, my willingness should make it clear that his cum is exactly what I want.
With a sudden buck of his hips, Cole blasts his load down my throat. I gag a little but manage to swallow most of it, not wanting to waste a drop. After tasting him, I can now understand the appeal my slick has for them.
“That was so fucking hot,” he hums when I pull back. “You look like an angel, but you have a dirty mouth, little omega. Did you like the taste of me?”
I wipe a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth with my little finger. “Yes, alpha.”
“Do you want more?”
His cock hardens again. That’s one amazing thing about alphas—they have incredible stamina and can keep going for hours. When sex is this good, I question how bonded packs ever stop.
“Yes,” I plead. If my words aren’t indication enough, the amount of slick I’m producing is a real giveaway.
He stands, stark naked, then scoops me up into his arms.
“We’re going to drive the guys wild with your scent down here when they get home.” He nuzzles into my hair. “Now I want my bed to smell of you too.”