Chapter 46 #2
“I’m going to get started on some meal prep,” Wyatt announced. “Luckily outside is a giant freezer so it won’t take long to cool everything down. Does anyone want to help?”
“Me! Me!” Paisley raised her hand.
“Come on then, Princess Paisley. We have lots of stuff that needs chopping.”
She wriggled free and gave me one more hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Wyatt took her hand, leading her down the hall and presumably to the kitchen.
Cody got a nice long cuddle hug before going with Colt to help pack.
Nora lingered longer, but when she got restless, Carter took her down to play with the dogs.
He returned a moment later with a tiny syringe in his hand. “Bry, let’s get you dosed on your birth control in case she flares.”
I had never seen anyone take birth control before, so I watched, fascinated.
“We have an emergency stash for the alphas and me, just in case. There are pills, too,” Carter explained as he injected Bryan, “but this one lasts for about a month so we’ll be good to go whenever your heat triggers. I’ve already dosed everyone else and myself so you’ll be good to go.”
“Thank you.” I kissed him before he went back downstairs.
That left Bryan. I patted the bed and he climbed in to curl up with me in my nest. I’d thought Carter had been joking when he’d commented that I might want to get frisky, but as soon as Bryan got close I was plastering myself against him.
“What can I do to help you be more comfortable?” Bryan asked.
There was so much I hadn’t yet been able to do with this pack.
Between the trauma and recovery, we had been keeping things on the more PG end.
I never lacked for contact, and while I was healing, I certainly didn’t mind hitting pause on the more intense interactions with my pack, but now we were about to go from zero to sixty.
Bryan had made me come, but he hadn’t been inside me before. “Do you think we could ease into it? I want to experience you before I lose myself to the heat.”
A surge of lust and affection tumbled down the bond. “I would be honored.”
“Close the curtains, please.” While he sprinted away to do that, I stripped down and climbed into the nest. When he returned and saw me, the undercurrent of desire in the bond had me squeezing my thighs together. “You should definitely join me, with fewer clothes.”
He stripped down as well, climbing into the mountain of bedding.
I welcomed his kiss as he wiggled under the blankets next to me, my body thrumming at the fog of his warm amber scent.
He didn’t stay focused on my mouth for long, easing down to my throat where he explored the expanse of skin.
He took his time while I squirmed, slick making my thighs slippery until I was whimpering, clutching at him.
His fingers traced down my center line and when I opened my thighs in a blatant invitation, he slipped between them.
I gasped out his name, lifting my hips into his touch. I rocked against the gentle caress until I couldn’t think between that, his scent in my nose, and his mouth on my skin. It was all too much and not enough.
“Please.”
He worked one finger into me, then two, while focusing on my face. It made my cheeks burn to be under such direct attention, but I did appreciate how carefully he was watching me. He had the bond to let him know, but evidently he wanted more than that to ensure I was enjoying myself.
I closed my hand over his, hooking around a third finger and nudging it to join the first two. The pressure had me panting. I knew it was nothing compared to what an alpha cock or a knot would give me, but I hadn’t done that for weeks, and my experience with Wyatt had been my first in that regard.
Bryan’s breath shuddered as he finger-fucked me with a slow, steady pace. I held onto his hand still, rocking to meet each thrust. I wasn’t aiming to reach the peak, only to let myself adapt.
“More,” I whispered, guiding another of his fingers to join the rest.
With a quick adjustment to reposition himself, he kneeled between my thighs, propping one of my ankles on his shoulder as he continued to slowly finger-fuck me.
He added his thumb when I demanded more again.
The sensation was an exquisite torture, teasing me while pushing my limits until my skin was prickling with sweat and the sound of his fingers driving into my dripping slick got so obscene I almost started to giggle just listening to myself.
Every inch of me tingled with the need to be touched. “More.”
“Does that mean start using two hands or are we switching over to my cock?”
“Cock.”
I let out a low moan as his desire crashed against me in the bond, using my ankle on his shoulder to pull him down. The warmth and strength of him cocooned me.
“You’re absolutely sure?”
“I need you to fuck me. I feel like I’m going to lose it if I don’t get to touch all of you.” My breath choked off at the first tease of his tip against me. “Don’t stop.”
I hooked all four limbs around him so I could be in contact with as much skin as possible.
He whispered against my hair what I assumed were sweet nothings, but I was entirely too focused on the sensation of him filling me up for the first time.
The stretch had me whimpering, and I dug my fingernails into his ass cheeks when he asked if it was too much.
Heat blossomed through my core, the world around me wavering.
I recognized it for what it was. The heat was rising up to claim me, but this time I wasn’t afraid.
My bondmate was here, and my pack would come for me.
They would take care of me. I knew they would carry me to the other side of this, and that was all I needed to surrender.