Chapter 53 Mal
Chapter Fifty-Three
Mal
Turn and face the strange
Oooooohhhhh.
Myyyyyyy.
Goddesssssss.
Todd’s teasing me, drawing this out, refusing to start fucking me as hard as I want him to. Broken bed or not—hell, I’ll reimburse him if he wants—I have a visceral need to feel him pound me into a puddle of happy goo.
It literally feels like my life depends on it.
The silent communication thing has to mean something big, right? I never thought anything about it because I’ve only run with wolves in my birth pack, and most of us could communicate, especially when related by blood.
He slowly long-strokes me with that magnificent cock, withdrawing just to the head, a darkly sexy smile playing across his lips as he takes his time thrusting again. Over and over, with his fingers clamped over my shoulders.
I roll my back to adjust the angle of my hips and then…
THEN.
My eyes nearly roll back during his next stroke.
He chuckles, nipping my throat. “Found your button, didn’t I?”
I wrap my fingers around his biceps and hold on.
Now I realize what he meant about guys being able to come just like this.
Yes, there’s some friction against my cock between our bodies, and I’m already leaking pre-cum all over both of us, but yes, I’m going to come like this, just from him fucking me.
“Please!” I gasp, and he stops moving, buried inside me.
I look up at him, one eyebrow arched in a sexy way, and I realize what he wants.
“Please fuck me!” I think to him, and I would kill a bitch to keep him smiling like that, happy, pleased.
“That’s better, baby.”
He finally—finally!—picks up the pace but still takes his time doing it, patiently, with more goddamned self-control than I’d ever thought possible in anyone.
I’m doing my best to rock with him when I realize that’s pointless because he’s completely in control now.
All I can do is roll my hips and do my best to maintain that perfect contact with his cock.
And believe me, it’s working. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
Damned sure never felt a connection like this with anyone before.
But just like our play with the butt plug, I have a feeling when I make it over I will keep coming for a while.
Now I’m desperately glad he played with me like that last night, so I can better appreciate this.
Better appreciate him.
Then his hips start to piston, slamming into me, a hard, rolling sensation I’ve never experienced before, and the entire bed shakes. It’s only a few thrusts before he’s jackhammering into me, and I hear colors and taste sounds.
It’s.
That.
Good.
Oh, I make it over, all right. The look of triumph on his face when he feels me come earns me a low, throaty rumble in addition to his deep grunts vibrating through my body.
And I keep coming.
I hang on for dear life. Even through my unending pleasure, I have just enough stray brain cells that aren’t drunk on dopamine that realize this is what he meant by a rut.
Got it.
Rut good.
Very goooood.
And still I’m coming. Like during our play, it’s not the intense one-and-done of a normal orgasm, but a rolling, sweeping pleasure that curls my toes and were I to die right this second, I’d consider my life complete.
That good.
“Got you now,” he rumbles in my brain as a dark, wild fire burns in his brown gaze. “You will never forget this moment, will you?”
“No, sir!”
I don’t know which pleases him more, speaking to him silently or calling him “sir,” but I’d kill or die to keep earning that sexy smile from him.
He could’ve been fucking me for minutes or hours, for all I know, but he downshifts into another gear and changes his angle, and now I see why he broke a bed.
Were he not holding my shoulders, I would’ve been driven through the headboard already, and the heavy wooden bed frame is suspiciously creaking and groaning in protest.
It’s just jealous because that magnificent cock is fucking me, owning me, ruining me for any other guy, because…yeah.
Even if I have to leave here, there will never be another man to match this moment. It’ll fucking break my heart, too, because there will never be a more perfect moment than this.
Just when I think my orgasm is ending, he yanks me toward him so I’m jammed against his thighs, my back rolled even more, and he pauses only long enough to toss my legs over his shoulders before he resumes plowing me.
I’m certain I’m making noises because there’s no way I can’t be with how good it feels, and with the explosions once again going off behind my eyes, the pleasure spiking through my body in a way I never imagined possible.
Our play was amazing, the orgasms intense and wonderful.
But this?
Holy shit, this is sooo much more.
Maybe it’s because I’m coming all over his cock and the triumphant fire in his eyes has drawn me into a deep, dark place I’m not sure I ever want to emerge from, but it’s nearly an out-of-body experience.
His weight curls over me and pins me deep into the mattress, and he’s completely driving now. Fortunately, being bent nearly into a pretzel is an even better position for his cock to glide along my prostate. I helplessly lie there and stare into his face, trying to memorize every molecule.
He’s right—I never will forget this moment, the magic of it.
The first time I’ve truly felt…connected to someone.
Ever.
He leans in and presses his face to the side of my neck without losing stride. I feel him breathing, licking my flesh. “Beg me for it. If you really want me to give it to you, tell me what you want me to do.”
“Please breed my ass!” I mentally beg. “I need to feel you come inside me, please! I don’t care if I get in trouble for it—please be the first to do it!”
Oh, I still want to go through initiation and definitely hope I get to sample Jax’s knot, but right now I’m controlled by an urge so deep and powerful I can’t explain it, but I need him.
I need Todd’s cum inside me. I want him to pump me full of his hot juices, and I want to hear the sound of him coming.
Is this a mate bond?
I don’t know, but I damned sure hope we get enough time together to find out, because if it’s not, I’m going to cry, and I don’t mean happy tears, either.
His lips crash over mine, hungry, wordless grunts and growls and even bellowing from him piercing through the haze of pleasure that’s shrunk my world down to a bubble that only includes him and me and his precariously creaking bed.
Our tongues duel, and I suck his breath into my lungs. I want him to fill me from both ends. I want to be possessed, owned, absorbed by him.
Another wave of pleasure slams into me—my balls must be close to empty by now—and it’s sharper, focused, and as my ass clamps down on him, he lets out a long, loud bellow and pounds me even harder and faster than he already was.
I hold on, my nails raking down his back, and I can feel him coming.
That massive cock throbs, hot and hard and completely bottoming out inside me.
When he falls still his lips still own mine, we’re both covered with sweat, and shudders of pleasure continue rippling through me as my ass spasms around his cock.
Which, to be honest, doesn’t feel like it’s going very soft.
He’s breathing heavy, kissing me, and that’s when I process that he’s moving again. Slower this time, but with a strong thrust at the bottom of each stroke, and it takes me half a breath to realize he’s completely hard and that this ride has not yet come to a complete stop.
In fact, it appears to be ramping up again.
Yay!
I grip his head, my fingers buried in his hair, holding on and not letting him sit up and end this kiss. I don’t want to let go of him. I’m terrified I’ll wake up and it’ll be just another dream, a fantasy.
He chuckles. “You’re not dreaming. Neither am I. Not this time.”
Okay, yeah, mental communication very convenient.
Me likey.
Means he doesn’t have to stop kissing me to speak to each other.
Multi-tasking, for the win.
He laughs, memorizing the topography of my lips and mouth and tongue even as he starts plowing me hard again.
It feels fantastic, but I’m thinking I’m likely not going to come again like this, until he pauses, adjusts position, and then—
Oh, shit!
“Got your number, baby. Just lie there and enjoy it. Gonna give you the ride of your life.”
He ain’t kidding, either. Who needs a fucking machine when they’ve got a well-hung elk hunk to do the job quite nicely, thank you very much.
I’ll be lucky if I can even walk by the time he finishes with me.
Not a complaint, mind you, just an observation.
Did I think I had been fucked before?
Ha! Man, was I ever wrong!
The comparisons of my past experiences to this Nirvana-level pleasure are like comparing a kid shoplifting a candy bar to the Vikings pillaging Britain.
In other words, there is no comparison.
I’ve never wished I wasn’t born an omega. I never had the desire to kick ass and take names, never wanted to lead a pack. Just wanted to lead my life and find happiness. Even as much as I knew my father hated male omegas.
I had no idea being an omega would have such unexpected benefits, especially when I never learned about them growing up.
“Oh, baby, I’m going to teach you sooo much, you have no idea,” he rumbles in my mind.
Now that I realize how deeply we’re connected, I can’t seem to stop broadcasting every thought in my head to him. That kind of scares me because I’ve never experienced this level of intimacy before, physically, mentally, or emotionally.
Another wave of pleasure slams into me, and that trips him over the edge again. This time, when he falls still, he starts to soften, and I know we’re both a mess.
Don’t care, either.
He rolls to his side with me in his arms, and I can stretch out against him. And he’s still kissing me, a couple of starving men filling each other’s empty spaces.
No pun intended.
I feel safe. I feel loved.
What do I even do with all that when I don’t know what will happen in the immediate future?
I look up into his eyes, and he gently cups my cheek. This time, he whispers aloud. “If you think I’m letting you go, or letting you get away from me, then you need to forget it. Because I’m not. I don’t care what we have to do, I can’t lose you.”
Shivers ripple through my soul, raising gooseflesh all over my body. It’s the perfect kind of terrifying.
It’s strange and yet the most comfortable I’ve ever felt.
“Is this what a mate bond feels like?” I ask.
He smiles. “I sure fuckin’ hope so.”