Chapter 74 #2
I slide the hem of his T-shirt up his abs, kissing my way north, his cock trapped inside his briefs between us as I lick a trail along his body until I reach his nipples and flick them, grazing my teeth over them, back and forth.
Mal’s whines grow, making my erection, laid alongside his with only his briefs between them, twitch in time with the sound.
I ease his shirt up and over his head, capturing his hands with it while I kiss him. “You can say no,” I whisper, “but I’d love to feel your knot.”
As if I flipped a switch he freezes, blinking up at me. “Whut?”
“I want you to fuck me shifted, baby.”
Only his chest moves, ragged breaths sawing in and out, his gaze wide and frozen. Finally, the tip of his tongue nervously flicks his upper lip. “Shifted?” he whispers, as if terrified someone might hear.
I nod. “Shifted. No is, obviously, an acceptable answer. But there are firsts we didn’t get together. I want this one, just the two of us.” I nuzzle his nose and that alone is addictive. “I’m not jealous, but I am territorial. And a bit of a romantic. I want this, all ours.”
I can’t determine what’s going through his mind with all the mental static from his frantic desire.
Just as I’m about to retract the offer, he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his cheeks flushing.
I help him finish stripping and we stretch out on our sides, his erection sliding alongside mine because of all the pre-cum he’s leaking.
He hooks a leg around mine, trying to grind on me while I cup his ass, kneading his flesh.
After a few minutes of this, I flip onto my back, Mal on top, still kissing.
He’s desperate, needy, while I slip into a calm satisfaction as I bask in his desire.
For me. Only me.
I reach over to the nightstand and locate the lube, pressing it into his hand. “There you go,” I mumble against his lips.
He lifts his head, the flush deepening in his cheeks and spreading down his chest as he takes it and sits up.
Smiling, I pull my legs up, holding them, rounding my back to give him access. “Just because I want your cock doesn’t mean I’m not in charge,” I remind him.
An adorable, strangled squeak escapes him, and he nearly drops the bottle of lube in his eagerness to open it. I direct him, my cock pulsing with each finger he works inside me.
“That’s good,” I say, eager to do this. I sit up, kiss him, and then roll over onto my knees. “Give it to me good, baby.”
His hands settle on my hips, tentative, stroking, growing more confident. I look at him over my shoulder. “You can enter me first and then shift, if you want.”
Mal’s lower lip adorably catches under his upper teeth as he nods, eyes wide, like he’s starving and I just broke his brain by presenting him with an endless buffet.
He finally fists his cock and presses forward, both of us moaning at the sensation of him sinking his full length inside me.
He’s not as thick as Jax or Shawn, but he’s got nothing to be ashamed of, either.
He leans forward, reaching around my waist, feathering his lips along my back as he slowly strokes. I wonder if he’ll even last long enough to shift, but then I feel it and hiss in pleasure as his dew claws from his front legs dig into my sides.
“That’s it,” I say, dropping my head onto my arms and arching my back to give him even better access. “Have fun and don’t hold back.”
He’s tentative at first. I love the feel of his fur along my flesh, softer and denser than Jax’s—and he’s the only one I’ve let fuck me shifted before now. Mal’s mind is a steady hum of need and excitement and desire, and I smile and listen as thoughts appear and vanish, no coherence to them.
He takes a couple of slow, shallow strokes. My cock twitches in response as he slides along my gland. I pull the towel under me because now I’m the one leaking all over the place, and I’d rather not change the sheets three or four times today.
When the switch finally flips in his brain and nature takes over, his stance changes and he starts fucking me in earnest with his warm breath blowing across the back of my neck.
He growls, plunging, pumping. I widen my knees to lower my ass and that’s the magic combo.
He grunts, sinking even deeper, his balls slapping against mine.
My toes fucking curl, it’s so good. And in seconds he’s already thickening, his knot forming, a nonstop whine rolling from him as my cock explodes.
When my ass clenches down on him it pulls his knot deeper, and if I wasn’t already deeply in love with him and marrying him, I’d be on my knees begging him to make this forever.
I don’t know if it’s deliberate or not, but his knot presses right on my sweet spot with every thrust, making impossible amounts of cum explode from me, rope after rope pooling under me.
He growls again, deeper, determined. I know he’s completely in the zone because his wolf is in charge and he’s determined to breed me every bit as hard as I bred him, like he’s trying to put a baby in me.
My cock doesn’t go soft. I fist the sheets and give up trying to fuck back against him because it’s completely his show.
His knot swells, every bit as big as Jax’s.
With another long, loud growl I feel him coming, his heat filling me with every pulse of his cock, his knot right up against my prostate and milking another orgasm from me that makes my knees tremble in a way I haven’t felt in…
Ever.
And one pulsing thought finally pushes through his mental static and fills my brain: “Mine…mine… mine…”
He’s impossibly big and amazingly fantastic, no longer able to withdraw. “That’s right,” I hoarsely manage. “I’m all yours the way you’re all mine.”
I’m a little surprised when his teeth clamp down on the back of my neck, but I shiver, loving the pain, my cock still hard even with the echoes of my second climax rippling through me.
Every bit as good as a rut.
Then his big climax hits. He throws back his head, howling long and loud and making me shudder with another orgasm from every pulse of his cock inside me, every tug.
Holy shit!
He moves, pushes up like he’s going to rise, but I reach back and grab a front leg. “No,” I hoarsely say. “Ride it out, baby. Don’t shift back yet.”
He shivers and drops onto me, nearly limp as his cock which, with a mind of its own, still fills me. Cum’s leaking out of me, hotly dripping down my thighs. Then he does the most adorable thing and licks the back of my neck. I realize what he’s doing—he must have left a mark.
I can barely speak; it feels so good. “That’s fine,” I manage. “I like you biting me. I’m not the only one who gets to mark what’s his.” I know I’ll be fucking him in short order because he shudders again and starts licking across my shoulders, nuzzling the back of my head.
He occasionally tugs, making my cock jump in response, and both of us moan. It’s a good twenty minutes at least before his knot shrinks enough he finally slips out. I roll over under him as he shifts back and grab his hips so I can sink home inside him.
His eyes widen but his lips crash over mine. He doesn’t need lube—another blessing of omega males is getting slick like this in heats and apparently while pregnant—and I hold him fully impaled on my cock despite him wanting to move and fuck me.
He braces his hands on my shoulders and stares down at me with heavy, hooded eyes, his wolf not far from the surface. “I love you,” he whispers.
Fierce possession sweeps through me. I hook a hand around his neck to pull him into another kiss. “You’re stuck with me for life,” I swear, meaning it. “I’ll kill and die for you.” I slowly thrust into him, savoring this. “No one will ever hurt you. Ever.”
Mal rides me, matching my tempo, his forehead pressed against mine so he can stare into my eyes. A fine sheen of sweat covers both of us and it drips into my face—
Until I realize it’s tears.
I pause, cupping his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing,” he chokes out. “Not a fucking goddamned thing. That’s what scares me.”
Without pulling out I wrap him in my arms and roll onto our sides. He hooks a leg over my hips for traction, and with him nestled in the crook of my arm, I make love to him.
“After your initiation, if you want us to not play with—”
He presses a finger to my lips. “I want it—I want all of it. Everything. I feel how much you love me. I’ve never felt like this about anyone or had them feel this way about me.”
Trapped between our bodies, his erection rubs against our abs, and I sense he’s close again.
When he makes little noises that tell me my cock’s stroking the right spot, I focus on that, driving him up the hill again.
I want to feel him come all over my cock.
I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
I want this moment to last forever.
He nips my lower lip. “I hate the whys that brought me here, but I can’t imagine any other life except with you.”
“Can you come again for me like this?”
He nods. “Almost,” he whispers.
I hold his hip and revel in his climb, his eyes, his soft, sexy gasps. His ass begins contracting around my cock, and I realize he remembers our playtime and is trying to milk it out of himself.
Now I’m suddenly closer to the edge than I realized, and I struggle to hold back. But then his cock explodes between us and I dig in, fucking, grinding, quickly joining and filling him.
Kissing him again, I hold him, not withdrawing, savoring the echoes of pleasure pinballing through both of us. I think maybe he’s about to fall asleep when his stomach grumbles, making me laugh.
I lift my head. “Can I make you anything, baby? Sandwich? Snack?”
His sleepy, sexy smile wraps me around his heart and soul. “If you can still talk, much less walk, I guess I didn’t do a very good job, did I?”
Snickering as I remember our first time and what I said, I kiss him again. “On the contrary, that was fucking amazing.”
He snuggles against me, a yawn catching him off guard. “Why am I so sleepy? I thought I’d want to fuck all afternoon.”
“I forgot to mention knotting takes a bit more energy out of you than regular fucking.”
He snorts. “Now you tell me.”
“And you’re pregnant.”
“Dude, do not say I’m fucking for two!”
I laugh. “Nooo, I was not going to say that.” I make him meet my gaze. “Are you okay?”
Another of those smiles. “I am sooo okay right now I could fall asleep in this massive cum puddle. I think we need waterproof sheets or a tarp or something.” He snuggles in even more. “I’m glad you were the first,” he softly says.
“Me, too.”
“That was…” He sighs. “I think I want to save that just for you. Our thing.”
“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”
“I wish you could fuck me shifted.”
I laugh. “So do I. I’ve never been able to fuck shifted.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm.”
I study him. “What are you thinking?”
He shrugs. “Obviously, you can’t shift in here. But maybe we need to go for a run and we can see if I can jerk you off.”
My cock needs a little time to recover, but it still gives an interested twitch. “I’m game if you are.” I don’t understand why he snorts and then howls with laughter. “What?”
It takes him a moment. “‘Game’? You know…GAME?” He points a finger gun at me. “Like, Bambi kind of game?”
I roll my eyes and sit up. “If you’re going to make bad puns I might retract the sammich offer.”
“Nooo!” He smiles. “How’s your grilled cheese game?”
“Better than your pun game.”
He sticks that adorable tongue out at me, but the smile on his face is more than worth it.
Because it’s the kind of smile I never imagined the Mal I met that first night could ever wear.
And I know I’m the reason he’s wearing it.
Damn, if that isn’t the most powerful feeling in the world, I don’t know what is.