Chapter 43 – Lumen #2
He smirks as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. His playful look disappears, and he seems much more serious as he leans close. He slides his hands up my thighs until his fingers brush my panties. He hooks them under the material, yanking the garment down.
He holds himself up with the knee near the cushion and waits for me to kick out of my underwear.
It’s kinda ridiculous how agile he is, but I also love it. It tells me we’ll be able to get up to some pretty crazy positions as things progress between us.
Once my underwear is out of the way, he climbs down the couch, loops his arms under my thighs, and buries his face in my pussy. He nips at my hood before sucking each of my lower lips into his mouth one by one.
The couch makes it difficult, but I loop my feet around his shoulders. Hopefully my heels digging into his back won’t be too uncomfortable, but he’s the one who failed to pull me out of them.
“I’ve been dying to do this,” he growls, flicking his tongue over my swollen nub.
My hand falls to his hair as my top half arches off the couch. “Jesus, Mal.”
I’m not sure if I should be annoyed or grateful at how skilled he is.
It’s definitely both.
His hand flattens on my pelvis, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
Some men eat pussy because they feel obligated to.
Others don’t bother.
Mal is so enthusiastic, there’s no way he’s not enjoying himself.
A few seconds pass, and he yanks the other arm from under my thigh, teasing two fingers just barely inside me.
I groan. “Don’t tease me.”
I swear I can feel the curve of his smile against my sex.
“Just enjoy the ride,” Mal says. “I’m already jacked up. I need to make sure I can get you there before I do.” He dives back down, swirling his tongue like he wants to drive me insane.
It doesn’t take long until he’s slamming his fingers against my G-spot with no remorse while applying pressure to my lower stomach with his giant palm. I have no idea why that feels so incredible, but it makes my legs shake.
“More,” I groan, nodding frantically.
“Oh, baby doll.” He chuckles darkly. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He crooks his fingers, stretching them on the way out. “I wanna hear you scream for me.”
My inner walls quiver, and I writhe around the couch, begging for more.
It’s intense, and I’m so close.
Malcolm yanks his hand free of my core, and his tongue disappears too. He moves until he’s kneeling between my thighs, and my legs fall to the couch as he shoves his jeans down.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about this exact moment.
” His chest heaves, and he looks a little dangerous with his hair falling around his face.
He lubes his shaft with his hand that was just buried inside me.
“I’m trying so hard to stay clear, but your scent is doing my fucking head in. ”
Yeah…
Seeing his cock glisten with my pussy is frying my brain too.
His hand hits the couch cushion next to my head, and his crown bumps my lower lips as he stretches out over me. “Just a reminder. The whole fucking without a condom thing is new to me. If I come crazy fast, I’ll make it up to you.”
“I don’t have to come every time to enjoy myself—” I cut off when his mouth falls to mine.
Honestly, it would probably feel like a compliment if he came super fast.
I have no doubt he wouldn’t stop until he made me come too, but sometimes I like being used. It’s kinda hot to walk around hyper-aroused. Only when I know I’m going to get fucked again soon, but I’m down for a little torture in the form of edging. I enjoy the anticipation and slight discomfort.
Something tells me that would be more Kincaid’s domain.
“Don’t let me hurt you. I’m feeling fully feral, and…” He shakes his head. “I want this to be good for you too. Just smack the hell out of me if I get too rough.”
Malcolm’s bare skin presses against my front, and I wish I would have pulled my shirt and bra down, but he slams inside me, and all complaints disappear.
I moan, my mouth falling open as my eyes clench shut.
The stretch is extreme but so good.
Amazing.
Having him inside me is even better than I imagined.
“That’s it, handsome,” I tell him. “You feel so good. So hard.”
“This is going to sound so cliché, but it really does feel completely different without a condom.” He pulls from me completely, dipping back inside.
We both let out agonized groans.
“I’m going to get addicted to fucking you raw,” he growls. “Goddamn.”
My fingers dig into his muscular shoulders, and I loop my feet around the backs of his thighs. My heels end up pushing against his jeans. It could be uncomfortable, but hopefully with the material covering his skin, I won’t have to worry about injuring him with my shoes.
“Thank God you can’t hear my thoughts. My instincts are screaming at me to do some pretty ridiculous shit,” he says, shaking his head. “Fuck. I just need to not talk.”
My eyes pop open, and I study his face.
His jaw is tight with tension, but his eyes are hazy.
That might be a bad sign.
Alphas can slip into rut. It’s a hypersexual state where they get lost to the fog. The result is a lot of knotting their partner, but I think that only happens when omega pheromones are involved.
Hell.
I don’t know.
I’m a beta.
I never even took the alpha and omega dynamics class in high school.
Mal tugs all the way out, slamming deeper with every thrust back inside me.
I finally get to test out that dermal piercing of his. It feels different from his warm skin, but I like it a lot.
Mal cradles my cheek in his huge palm, providing a sense of safety and protection as he fucks me up the couch cushion.
He might be scared of what he’ll do, but I trust him. I love how tiny I feel in comparison to him, and his electric scent makes my body hum with need.
I’m stretched to capacity and loving every second of how hard he is.
“Damn, baby doll. You’re wicked tight,” he groans against my lips. His tip bumps the bottom of my pussy as his knot brushes my lower lips. “Does that hurt? It feels fucking fantastic to me…”
“I’m good,” I groan, reaching between us to pull down my shirt and bra. His chest teasing my nipples only amps up my need. “Don’t worry. You’re not going to hurt me.”
“You’ve got too much faith in me when I’m hanging on by a thread.” Mal’s face falls to my throat, and he licks and sucks, making sure his pelvis teases my clit on every powerful thrust. “Your pussy is magic. This is so dangerous. My teeth are aching.”
A normal person might be alarmed.
Bonding is for life.
Every cell in my body wishes he would sink his teeth in, and it’s so unexpected that I seal my lips closed to keep from begging for his bite.
I settle for running my fingers through his hair as he nips at my throat.
I’m saved by an unexpected orgasm washing over me. My inner walls clamp down on his length, and he growls.
The sound vibrates out of his chest, teasing my nipples, which only intensifies the pleasure coursing through my nerve endings.
“Goddamn. You’re milking my cock so good,” he growls. “Sweet little pussy stretched to capacity… Jesus, Lumen.”
My whole body trembles, and Mal bucks into me, working me through my orgasm.
I shiver and shake under him, like my nerve endings are overstimulated.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” I choke out.
Mal pulls free of me and yanks me up with him without further warning.
My sweaty hair falls around my face as my chest heaves.
“Ass up,” Mal growls, quirking an eyebrow. “I wanna hit it from the back.”
I barely know which direction is up, but I scramble to get into position. My hands land on the cool leather, and Mal growls.
Goose bumps erupt on my skin, but I can’t muster even an ounce of fear.
His hands tease over my ass, pulling my cheeks forward a bit. It opens me up, and he notches at my opening.
“Just keep your teeth out of her, and you’ll be fine,” he mutters under his breath.
Well, shit.
He might be further gone than I realized.