Chapter 11
ELEVEN
PAX
I dragged Dray toward the house, but he was faster and stronger, and he picked me up.
The blanket fell to the ground and he was naked again.
His arm cradling my ass must have been smothered in slick soaking through my pants because the scent washed over me, signaling how much I wanted him to fuck me.
I struggled to get air in my lungs as desire streamed into my veins and my cock swelled.
Dray smirked because he had an excellent view of my crotch and the arousal that was straining the cotton fabric of my pants.
He climbed the stairs two at a time, and his length smacked his thigh with each step.
The titillating slaps had goosebumps prancing over my skin as I anticipated the night ahead.
My hands were draped around his neck or I might have reached over and grabbed his dick.
I longed to weigh it on my palm and to lick the tip before swallowing him, and afterward to have him ram his cock into my hole.
Oh gods, just thinking about him holding me as his dick slid in and out had more slick surging from me.
And was that sweat slipping between my shoulder blades and trickling down my spine?
He paused at the entrance to my room. It was no longer where I’d slept during my childhood but the master bedroom. I’d finally accepted my place as owner of the house.
My pulse quickened, and I put a hand to my chest, willing my heart to cool it.
I was nervous and excited and my poor heart wasn’t coping with the conflicting emotions.
But Dray rescued me as he had countless times since we met.
The heat from his bare skin seeped into mine and slowed my galloping heart and shooed away the goosebumps.
His scent was heightened but perhaps that was because my nose was resting on the crook of his neck.
Inhaling his intoxicating scent also soothed my nerves.
He glanced down at me, and I stared into his green eyes and brought his mouth to meet mine. Gods, savoring this man’s scent, touch, and his breath had my head spinning and was making me giddy.
“Are you sure, Pax?” He pressed his lips to mine.
Ahhh, I should have added his voice to that list as it vibrated against my skin.
I nodded, and he moved into the room and sat me gently on the bed.
The room smelled of lilac from a candle I’d burned earlier, and its reassuring aroma was similar to a hand on my elbow and calmed any remaining jitteriness.
But it was overlaid with my scent, and the two mingled with Dray’s, reminding me of a tender melody.
He didn’t remove his hand or step away from the bed, and for a second, I wondered if I’d missed a signal and I was supposed to do something.
“Don’t move. I’m memorizing every part of you.”
“Are you planning on not doing this again?”
He grinned, a smile so wicked a pink flush crept over my skin, before he lowered his lips to my ear. Waves of heat crashed over me, and I longed to be rid of my clothes.
Dray kneeled beside the bed, but his hand on my hip remained as if he needed to stay connected. Now we were at eye level, and he trailed a finger over my jaw and around my mouth. I shivered and parted my lips. He slipped the tip of his finger into my mouth, and I bit down hard.
He winced, but his chest heaved with long slow breaths, and his eyes darkened.
“I want you.”
I placed his palm on my cheek, the callouses I’d noted on that first day brushing over my skin.
“Even when I tried to fight it, I wanted you too.”
Dray guided me back onto the mattress. I adored his gentleness, but I wanted fast and furious and the flinging off of clothes, didn’t I?
I slid my track pants over my hips and revealed I wasn’t wearing underwear.
His eyes widened and matched his gaping mouth.
I grinned because I’d been told my cock, which was rock hard, was pretty impressive for an omega.
“I can’t say, ‘Now show me yours,’ because you already are.
” I strained my neck and peered over the edge of the bed and licked my lips because I wanted, no, I needed him in me.
But I was still wearing my shirt and jacket.
Once they were removed, I spread my legs to give Dray a better look at my length.
He tapped the head, and I gasped. When he lifted his finger, a drop of precum teetered at the tip. I snatched his hand and shoved the finger in my mouth, savoring the taste.
“That’s not fair.” Now his lips were on me again. “That was mine.” His teeth grazed the soft part of my ear, and I tensed, waiting for more of whatever deliciousness was forthcoming.
He kissed a trail over my throat and chest and circled a nipple. He flicked the hard tip, and I moaned and threaded my fingers through his hair as heat radiated from my pores. When he sucked the nipple and his teeth sank into the soft flesh, I scraped my nails over his scalp and tugged his hair.
We gasped in unison.
I pushed him away, first with my hands and then with a foot on his chest.
“Like that, is it?” He grabbed my foot and sat on the edge of the bed, lifting my leg high before planting kisses on my ankle and calf, and my body shuddered.
“This must give you the perfect view of my hole.” I lifted my other leg and spread it wide
Dray’s rough hands brushed over my ankle as he lowered his gaze to my entrance.
“It looks so small and tight.” He raised a brow. “Is it tight?”
I gulped as I pictured his huge length entering me and me having to adjust to his girth.
“Why don’t you find out?” I whispered.
The tip of his tongue poked between his lips. Gods, he was going to eat me. The universe was rewarding me for being good and all my Christmases were happening at once.
“Maybe I will.” He placed my legs on the bed with my knees raised. The knot of anticipation in my belly was making my legs tremble, and I fisted the sheets.
Dray slid a hand over my ankle and knee and stroked my thigh.
“Do it,” I begged. “Shove your finger in me.”
“I want your eyes on me.”
He eased one finger in, probably up to the first knuckle. I tried to keep my eyes open but desire clamped them shut. I pleaded for more, and he gave me two fingers, then three, maybe four. I lost count as waves of ecstasy consumed me.
Dray pushed in deeper, and I arched my back and spread my legs further. I wanted more. More of him, his fingers and finally his cock.
He pushed in and out, changing the speed and frustrating me with slow strokes before finger-fucking me hard. He curled them, my ass lifted off the mattress, and I groaned. He was masterful at finger-fucking, and I opened one eye and asked if his cock was as proficient.
“Wanna find out?”
“Maybe.”
He hovered over me and licked a trail from my belly button to the base of my throat. “Maybe?”
Damn, his husky voice made every inch of me tingle.
“Or yes, please.”
He flipped me over so fast I yelped, but I turned onto my back again.
“Like this for our first time.” I took hold of his length in both hands. “Let me.”
My hands trembled as I guided his cock to my hole and probed it. Gods, he was big, as I was small. With my chest heaving, I pulled the tip inside me. I panted and closed my eyes while adjusting to the size of his length.
“Are you okay?”
My eyes snapped open. “More than.” I smiled to reassure him. “Over to you.”
He fell forward so his face was an inch from mine. “So I get to take over?” He squeezed my thigh.
“Mmmm.” That was all I could manage, because while I wanted him to fuck me hard, I was overcome with the love I had for this man.
He slipped inside me but slowly, not ramming his cock into me as I’d imagined, and when he was buried deep, he kissed my nose. Every nerve ending lit up and forced multiple sensations to wash over me, and my synapses were on fire.
“Now fuck me.”
He pulled out, and I regretted telling him to because I liked him being buried in me.
I was suffering withdrawal symptoms, but he slammed back inside me and my body lifted off the bed.
I flung my legs around him, wanting him closer and deeper because I needed to scent the fire on his breath that ignited something in me.
“You’re small and tighter than I imagined, and I love being inside of you.”
I squeezed around him, and he paused and rested his chin on my chest.
“You like that?” I loved having this much power over him.
He tugged my nipple with his teeth, and I cried out. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting him to go deeper and to be more connected to him. Dray stared at me and then slammed into me. Gods, it felt so good.
He slowed his pace, too slow for me, and it was agonizing. He slid in, and when he was snugly in my depths, he withdrew just as slowly. But a smile played on his lips, and he rammed his cock back inside me.
I slapped his ass, and the sharp sound echoed around the room. He cocked a brow. “I wouldn’t mind a bit of spanking.”
Damn. I didn’t have that on my bingo card.
I reached down as he pulled out and stroked his shaft that was coated in my slick. He was so thick I wanted to possess that cock and every part of him, from his lips to his nipples to his fingertips.
I tweaked his nipple, wanting him to groan or grimace. I needed to see the passion in his eyes and to witness them smoldering because we’d spent too long dancing around one another and now was about fucking.
And jerking off. I took hold of his hand and wrapped his long fingers around my length. He smirked as I told him I wanted double the fun. He tugged my cock, and I grunted as he thrust into me at the same time. The bed rattled, and I pressed my legs against him, urging him to go faster and deeper.
We groaned and whimpered as his cock went in and out, and with each thrust I thought this was it. Our lovemaking couldn’t get any better. But I was wrong. I placed my hand over his as he pumped me because I wanted us to be doing everything together, for always.
My eyes closed, and my world was panting, skin on skin, and sensory overload as we both pumped my length. Slippery slapping sounds formed the background to our lovemaking as we grunted and cried out.
I knew when it happened, when I couldn’t hold back, and I allowed my body to take over, and the mind, with its questions and constant needling, stayed back.
I was on a ride of pure pleasure, and when my orgasm carried me over the edge, I had Dray’s name on my lips.
Cum spurted over both of us, as if it too was celebrating.
My mind was jelly, and I floated on fuzzy pink clouds while Dray filled me once and twice and three times before he stiffened, flung his head back, and came.
I gasped as his knot swelled and filled me, and we whispered more I-love-yous.
“It’s time.” I was taking the lead now.
We had our mating tattoos, but I needed his mark that bonded us. He chose his talons rather than his fangs and scratched a mark on my neck, claiming me and linking us together.
Dray held me tight, and I never wanted him to let me go.