Chapter 35 #2
I withdrew my finger and slipped a second inside him. With the pads of two fingers, I massaged his prostate until his cock had leaked a thick string that stuck to my stomach.
I was relentless, chasing him with smooth, firm strokes until I felt his toes curl and his feet bury beneath my knees. His muscles were bunching up. He clung to me with every bit of him that he could.
When he was soft and slick around my fingers—well, it was tempting to keep going, to keep worshipping him like this until he came apart, but he said he wanted me inside, and it was my job to make sure he got exactly what he wanted.
I pulled out, and he hissed, flexing his hips desperately.
I stared up at him, awed, as his cock leaked more and he whined.
“Were you going to come?” I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t help it. My mate was a miracle.
He worried his lip with his teeth for a second, then rolled his eyes. “Maybe. Yes. Fine, we can try that later. But I need you, Jax. I need you in me.”
The declaration was staggering. It stole my smile, not because I was unhappy—far from it—but because every thought in my head had turned serious and intent. All that mattered in this world was giving my mate exactly what he needed.
I gripped the base of my needy cock and squeezed. I didn’t want to come too fast, and this was a lot to take in—Dakota’s words, the roll of his hips and the sensuous lines of his body, the warmth of his skin.
I only wanted to come exactly when he wanted—when he needed me to let loose and pump him full and bring us down together.
Thankfully, I didn’t think he’d last long.
I dragged the leaking head of my cock down his crease. His puckered skin teased my tip, and he threw his head back and whined.
Before I could tease him more, Dakota’s inner thighs tensed. He thrust down, taking in the first inch of me as I held myself steady for him.
I looked between our bodies and watched as my cock disappeared behind his tight balls. His own stood out straight and pretty for me as he worked to take me deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered as I watched him. His lips were hanging slack, his brow furrowed in the middle, but his eyes were locked on mine as he worked himself down on my dick. “Take what you need.”
He rode me, rocking on my cock, and the grip of his ass—fuck, there was nothing better in this world than having my dick buried in my mate and feeling his pleasure sing with mine across our bond.
I sat up, and he braced himself on my shoulders, gasping for air. The new position trapped his cock between us, and I moved one hand to grip his ass. A whole damn cheek fit in my palm, and I used the leverage to help him move.
His fingers threaded into my hair again, and he kissed me, more whining and panting than true kissing.
He came between us, his dick jerking against my stomach. The mess he made smeared out skins and every move he made rubbed it in. My wolf fucking liked that, and I dragged him in, pulling him down and burying deep as I came too.
His ass flexed around me, and I didn’t know if he meant to or if that was just his body riding the wave, but it was incredible.
Sated, I dropped back on the floor and tightened my arm around his waist to pull him with me.
We laid there, panting against each other, until my softening cock slipped out of his ass.
“Baby?”
Dakota hummed without lifting his head, so I kissed the top of it.
“I need you to know—Grant doesn’t want you. He wants the power our pack has. There’s nothing you or I could have done to keep those greedy fuckers from being greedy fuckers.”
He glanced up at me, a scowl on his face. Was I upsetting him? I didn’t mean to, but maybe naked and on the floor wasn’t the best time to talk about this kind of thing.
There was nothing for it—I had more to say and I’d never known an alpha who didn’t love the sound of his own voice.
“They don’t realize the power they want, we’ve already got. We didn’t take it or demand anything, we built it. Together. We know how to use it. So they’re going to have a damn hard time taking anything from us, okay?”
Finally, Dakota’s lips curved. He gave me a dazed smile before he snuggled back into my chest and I couldn’t see his face anymore.
“Yeah,” he mumbled sweetly.
A second later, he shoved the heel of his palm into my chest and pushed hard enough to get a breathy, punched-out laugh from me.
“But stop talking in full sentences while I’m enjoying my afterglow,” he chided.
I laughed in earnest, wrapping my arms around him. At some point, I was going to have to peel us off the floor and get my mate to bed, but for a little while, I was going to enjoy his full weight pressing down on me while I held him close.
“How about this one?” I asked.
Dakota grumbled on my chest, and I felt the twitch in his cheek from his frown. “Which one?”
“I love you,” I whispered into his dark hair.
The tension in his cheek disappeared. Shit, the tension in his whole body just melted. He went warm and limber against me, snuggling in even closer.
“I love you too.”