Chapter Forty-Nine #2
“You saying that means everything, Bren. I’m proud of you.
I love you too, and I love that you let me love you my way and kidnap you to buy chickens and call you a good boy.
Playing the piano with you is fun, and we should go to more concerts.
” It just seemed to me that Brennan needed to be taken care of a little, too.
“Don’t feel like you need to wait. I’m ready whenever you are.” I may have added to my heat plan that I’d be just fine if he bonded me.
The house appeared. Finally. I pressed the button to open the garage door.
“I should probably talk it over with everyone as a courtesy, but I’m sure no one will have a problem with it.”
“Yeah, I guess we should, considering communication is key and all that.” I pulled into the garage, which was pretty empty, considering everyone was still at work. Though my pink truck sat in the driveway.
“Also, I don’t need a mating party or to be part of your wedding or anything,” he added. “You know me and big social events.”
Yep. Like after his dad left the party, he’d avoided people by using guarding Spencer’s motorcycle as a reason to be alone.
I parked, took off my helmet, and put it away. Brennan did the same. Grabbing his tie, I pulled him down and kissed him, hard. Wrapping my arms around him, I rubbed against him, letting him know that I loved and wanted him.
“Also, I accept. You’re my husband now, too. I want all the husbands. Jett as well, at some point. Now,” I kissed him again. “Let’s go to my room.”
Yep. All five of them were mine.
“Your room?” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“Yes. My room, my rules. Also, the only person who has ever dick fucked me in it is Jett. I think my room needs more dick fucking.” I laughed as he took off his shoes and mine.
“Well, since it’s not dinner yet, I’m still technically kidnapped, so okay.” He went up the back stairs, with me still over his shoulder.
We went up to my room, and he sat me gently on the bed.
“Thank you.” I kissed him, then took two socks out of my drawer to prevent interruptions. One went on the outside doorknob of my room, and the other went on the doorknob in Evan’s bathroom. I closed both of them. Do not disturb.
Brennan was all mine. I turned around and took off the T-shirt dress and leggings I’d been wearing this afternoon. Also, I moved Mr. Hippo off the bed and put him on the dresser.
“Would you like to take my clothes off?” Brennan asked.
“Yes.” Going over to him, I met his eyes as I took off his jacket, trying to show him the same care that he showed me.
Brennan had a very tender heart, more so than I think anyone other than Jett realized–even Brennan himself.
Jett did an expert job of taking care of Brennan, and I’d like to do the same.
After all, mates took care of each other. Brennan needed to be cared for differently than my other mates.
Well, at least by me.
Carefully, I put his jacket on the back of my chair. Then I took off his tie. Biting my lower lip, I undid the buttons of his shirt one by one. With each button, my want and need for him grew.
My room filled with his pine scent and his desire, but he sat there patiently, allowing me to undress him.
The tie and shirt went with his jacket.
Hmmm. Should I play tease the alpha a little? Something about Brennan made me want to be playful with him.
Getting down on my knees, I unzipped his pants, making sure I kept brushing against him.
A little growl ripped from his throat. “My patience only goes so far, Grace. Keep doing that, and you’re going to get pinned to the bed.”
I laughed as I tried to tug his pants off. Putting his pants on the chair, I dove at him, knocking him backwards onto my daybed. I was still in my bra and panties, and he was in briefs and an undershirt.
My nose touched his. “Pinned you.”
“Oh, you are not ready for this game, Little Butterfly.” Looping his fingers through mine, he flipped me over, holding my hands over my head without pinning my wrists.
I grinned. “Maybe I want to be under you.”
“Mmmm, I want you under me.” His mouth attacked mine, and my legs wrapped around his waist.
Yes, please.
“I’ll be a good girl for you, I’m just having a little fun.” I kissed him back.
“What exactly are your expectations, my small captor?” His eyes met mine as he kept me there on my back under him, my hands still above my head.
For a moment I considered this seriously. What do I want from him?
“I like how you’re gentle and considerate with me.
I mean, no one in this house isn’t. But it’s different.
I can’t explain.” I frowned, the words just not coming.
“Um, I’ve never been with just you alone.
I suppose I’d like some dick, along with some orgasms, and a knot, if you please, my captive alpha. ”
“I can do that,” he agreed. “This is your room, but I do like to be in charge, Little Butterfly. Is that okay? Safe words still apply.”
Brennan liked to be in charge? So surprised. Not.
“I’m okay with that,” I replied.
“Good. Also, talk to me. You are tiny compared to Jett and Evan, and I don’t want to harm you by accident. Are there any limits we haven’t previously discussed that I should know?”
“With me? I don’t think so. What about you? Do you like being tickled? What about raspberries on your belly?” I wanted to know more about him.
“Oh.” His head cocked. “I don’t like being tickled. I don't know what the other is?”
Wriggling out of his grasp, I pushed him over, pulled up his undershirt and blew on his belly. I looked up at him.
He thought for a moment. “I have no idea how I feel about that. I don’t like my feet touched unless I’m getting a foot massage. Well, when you hook your foot around mine at night, that’s okay.”
“When did I do that?” I looked up at him, laying over his chest, trapping him.
“The night you were a tiny ball of anxiety. At some point you curled into Jett, but your foot reached out, like it was searching for me, and then caught mine. I like it. You did it once or twice in the nest during Evan’s heat, too.” His smile went bashful.
Awww.
“I like Jett, as well,” I said softly. “I enjoy being with the two of you, and the three of you. But I like being with everyone individually, too.”
Brennan kissed my forehead. “That’s not a problem. Speak up if you’re not getting enough of someone, okay?”
“Same. I don’t want anyone to feel neglected.” I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Oh, and while I know you playing with my piercings makes you feel relaxed and sleepy, it makes me want to fuck you.” His voice grew low and growly, which did things to me.
“Maybe I like being fucked to sleep.” I laughed and kissed his nose.
“Um, thank you for the message in the bear. I just found it this morning, when I was making the bed. Though Jett found it a while ago and was waiting for me to discover it.”
I stroked his hair. “Evan once said he got different things from everyone in the pack. And I do, too. I’d like to think I give everyone something different, something they need and don’t get from anyone else, as well.”
A smile played on his lips. “Right now, I need to get you naked.”
Reaching around me, he expertly unhooked my bra. Making eye contact, he moved me and took off my panties. He put both of them on the chair. For a moment he just stood there, looking at me like I was an ice cream sundae.
“Just look at you.” Hunger flashed in his eyes as he pounced on me and started covering every inch of me with kisses.
I giggled as his lips explored my body, given some places tickled. But I didn’t mind. Not one bit.
Brennan kissed the inside of my thigh, then his tongue lightly caressed my clit, and I sighed.
“Someone likes their pussy eaten first, right?” he murmured as he spread my thighs wide.
“I do like my oven preheated, thanks.” I tangled my fingers in his dark hair as he went down on me, in that very deliberate way he did everything with…
…oh. I gasped as two fingers entered me as he continued to explore my pussy with his face. His fingers curved, and an orgasm shook me.
“Good boy,” I sighed, as he slid another finger inside me.
“Come for me again, Little Butterfly, so I can fuck you, knot you, and let you know how happy I am that you’re here with us,” Brennan murmured as his tongue flicked my clit.
“Yes, Alpha.” I wrapped my legs around him to keep him close.
Both his tongue and fingers picked up the pace. I gripped his hair tight. A moan ripped from my throat as another orgasm thundered through me.
He looked up at me and smirked, his face glistening with my juices. “Good girl. Would you like my cock now? Or do you need another first?”
Decisions, decisions.
“Please, fuck me, Alpha.” Yes, I wanted that beautiful, pierced cock to slowly slip inside me.
“Mmmm, so sweet.” Brennan straddled me and kissed me, letting me taste myself on him.
I could feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach as he leaned forward and kissed me again.
But he didn’t enter me, no, he took his time, kissing my breasts, my neck, my lips, until I wanted to take that cock and stuff it in me. Now I know why he asked if I wanted another orgasm.
“You are so patient. I love that you’re such a good listener,” he murmured in my ear as one hand reached down to play with my pussy.
“Yes,” I breathed as he continued to touch me, molten heat pooling between my thighs.
Withdrawing his hand, he grabbed his pierced dick, knot fully inflated, and slowly worked it inside me. As he entered me, inch by maddening inch, his lips continued to conquer my upper half.
Languidly he started to thrust as we continued to make out, my hands in his hair as his fingers found my clit.
“Bren,” I gasped as he sucked on my neck. What would it feel like when he bonded with me one day?
His body rocked mine, slowly, maddening as another orgasm crested, then another, until I was gasping underneath him, wet and wanting his knot. His pace got faster and faster, the kisses more fervent until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, please knot me,” I begged, pleasure so overwhelming part of me wanted to rip his fingers away from my clit, the other part of me wanted to drown in it.
I needed all of him. Now.