Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Saylor
S haw’s muscles push me into the mattress deliciously, but he doesn’t make a move to shove down his sweats so he can slip inside me.
“I want inside you so fucking bad…” He frowns, shaking his head. “I almost want to punch myself in the face for saying this, but not yet. Not if we can find some other way of bringing down your fever.”
I bite my cheek and tilt my head away from his while my eyes burn like I’m about to burst into tears. It makes no sense, considering I can feel his misery, not to mention how hard his shaft is in my grasp.
“No, don’t do that.” He bumps my face back to his, using his cheek, and simultaneously grinds into my fist. “You can feel how bad I want you, but I didn’t want to rush things. Alpha and omega biology is a real pain in the ass at times. I wanted to court you the right way. To have the chance to actually build trust and show you how much you mean to me outside of heat sex.” He sighs and goes on. “But I also can’t stand the thought of leaving you hurting.” Brushing his lips over mine, he pulls his fingers free of my core. “I haven’t been with anyone since we met.” He holds himself up on his palm and rips down his sweats. His crown bumps against my pelvis, and I’m so shocked by his declaration that I lose my hold on his shaft. “You used to love to pick on us for not dating, but I’m really fucking grateful that I get to tell you that and it’s the truth.” He rolls to the middle of the bed and lies flat next to me, nodding at his bouncing cock.
“W-What are you doing?” I ask, pushing up using my forearms. Valor’s T-shirt falls down and the hem pools around my soaked thighs.
Shaw sits up in a partial crunch and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “I told you how I wanted things to go, but this isn’t a perfect world. Life is messy, and we’re all just doing the best we can.” His thumb teases over my jaw as little crinkles appear around the edges of his blue eyes. “I won’t ever deny you me again. I had to last time, but things have changed. If you need my knot, climb on.”
My mouth goes dry as I study his handsome face. I’m still hot and achy, but I’m not as miserable as I was before I came on his fingers. Mostly, I really want to please him. Every cell in my body yearns to feel his skin brush mine and to watch him come undone the way I just did.
I’m in motion before I tell my brain to act. My mouth pushes to his, and I shove him to the mattress.
Shaw’s sticky tip bumps around the back of my thigh as I stretch out, trying to see if this is even possible. If I was a few inches shorter, I doubt it would be, but luckily, my five-foot-nine frame works well with his six-foot-three build.
Tugging my shirt up so it won’t get soaked in slick, I tuck it around my hips, then move that hand between us.
He’s so hard that it almost feels like cruel and unusual punishment not to sink down onto his swollen length, but I understand what he’s saying about rushing into sex. Okay, my impulses think it’s ridiculous to hold off, but as a person, I completely get it.
I moan as his crown hits my clit, but I get him perfectly lined up with my lower lips. I’m drenched, making it easy enough to grind him into his lower stomach.
“This doesn’t count, right?” I ask between soul-consuming kisses.
Shaw grins into the kiss and works his fingers into my hair at the base of my skull. “Nah, probably not. You’re a sneaky little thing.” He chuckles. “Dry fucking for the win.”
“Is that what this is?” I snort. “I’m soaked in my slick, and you are too.”
Capturing his mouth once more, I focus on how hard he is and how incredible it feels when his tip bumps my swollen nub. I’m not sure this will get me there, but I bring a hand between us and tease my clit.
I’m obsessed with the way the strong muscles of his chest feel as they brush my aching nipples and how he clutches my skull like maybe he’s afraid I’ll try to escape.
Fat chance of that happening.
My opening catches on his knot as I grind over him, and it clenches wildly, like it knows the appendage is within reach. Shaw’s other hand lands on my hip, and he shoves me down with even more force as he shows me how to fuck him…without ever actually being inside me.
The scent of his arousal is like a heady drug that hits my system all at once. Euphoria pulses through my nerve endings, and I end up sucking on his tongue. I wish I was more focused so I could be sure I’m pleasing him, too, but the fog is so heavy, all I can do is gyrate my hips as I chase the pleasure that’s right there.
Using his hand in my hair, Shaw tugs me up. He doesn’t stop until I’m at an angle. I’m not sure how he accomplishes it, but my best guess is, he uses his feet as leverage to allow him to buck up against my drenched sex. “Gonna come all over your pretty pussy now, princess. Next time, I’ll be balls deep. Paint every inch of your cunt in my hot cum. Aww, fuck…” His voice is low and gravelly as he continues cursing under his breath.
I brush my clit, and even the uncoordinated touch sends me over the edge. “I’m there.”
My core convulses around nothing, and my nipples ache with the force of my orgasm. His hand on my hip tightens to the point there’s no way he’s not leaving bruises as he guides me to grind over his thickening length. It’s so intense that I would give just about anything to be able to feel him stretching my inner walls as he curses and comes.
I shudder through my orgasm, surprised I’m able to keep myself upright. His hold in my hair probably helps. Both of our chests heave as we struggle to catch our breath.
Shaw loosens his hold enough that I’m able to bend down to kiss him. It’s slow and sensual but filled with emotion.
I could go on kissing him like this forever… That’s how I know it’s my instincts that lead me to crawl down his muscular body.
He makes a grab for my arms, but I brush away his hands.
My tongue wraps around the tip of his shaft, and I suck away any of the remnants of his cum before lapping at his lower stomach. His smoky campfire scent spurs me on, and I grind against his shin as I lick up every drop.
“Fucking hell, Saylor,” he growls, pulling my hair back from my face. Once his skin is clean, I grab his cock and bring him back to my lips. He’s still mostly hard, and my tongue swirling around his length makes his shaft jolt. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Such a beautiful mess.” He chuckles. “ My beautiful mess.”
I don’t know if that’s a compliment, but my instincts preen in response. This time, I don’t fight him as he moves his hands under my shoulders and pulls me up, causing his crown to fall from my lips.
He stretches up and kisses me, despite the fact he has to be able to taste his cum. I follow as he pulls back, and he laughs, giving in for one more lazy kiss.
Shaw smirks, cradling my cheek in his huge hand. “Feeling better?”
The way my heart races can’t be healthy.
Sweet baby Jesus, he’s too hot when he grins like that.
I finally manage to nod, and he guides me to lie with my face on his chest. His fingers tease through my hair as he massages my scalp, and his other hand squeezes my ass. It’s the perfect combination of sweet and naughty.
My body is just settled enough that the abdominal cramps are gone, and I’m no longer desperate for dick.
A ragged, underused purr starts in his chest, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. There are no words to describe how safe and content I feel wrapped up in his campfire scent with his purr vibrating against my cheek.
The only thing that could make this moment better would be to have Leo, Valor, and Omen all snuggled up with us.