Chapter 29 #2
I retreat, pulling almost all the way off, then suck him in again, giving him the slightest scrape of my fangs. Troy hisses, then grabs my fur tighter and moves his hips, fucking my face for real.
It’s a fast, messy blow job, and I’m loving every moment of it.
When Troy takes over and sets the rhythm, I drop one hand to my aching cock and stroke it fast, needing to come with him.
His snarls fill the bathroom, and his legs tremble from the force of holding back.
I want to tell him he’s safe, that he can use me however he wants me, but my mouth is full of his cock, so I glance all the way up and find him watching me, his fangs bared, his harsh features twisted with need.
“You look good on my cock,” he growls. He snaps his hips forward, until his knot bumps my snout. “I’m gonna give you so much cum, and you’ll drink it all down, won’t you?”
I glare at him. Teasing his alpha like this is a mistake I won’t let slide so easily. I wrap my hand around his knot more firmly and give him a powerful squeeze, and at the same time, I clamp onto his cock with my molars, giving him just enough pressure.
Troy cries out in surprise, then stills completely. Having his dick stuck between sharp fangs would probably be enough to scare anyone into obedience, and my mate is no exception. I’ll release him in a moment—I only wanted to show him who’s in charge.
Troy stares down at me, his mouth open, his breaths heaving, and loosens his grip on my fur slightly.
“Why does that feel so good, Carter?” he groans, rolling his hips just a little, as if he can’t stop himself. “It must mean I trust you with my life if I’m so fucking turned on by you chomping down on my cock.”
I give a snort, then loosen my grip on him and pop off his dick. “You’re impossible.”
His scarred face lights up in a grin. “Yeah. And you’re amazing.”
“Stop talking,” I tell him, “and give me your cum like you promised.”
With that, I suck him down again, deep into my throat, and clench my hand hard around his knot.
Troy’s back bows from the pleasure, and I know he’s close, so I hollow out my cheeks and suck on his cockhead, tasting his salty precum.
My dick twitches, my thighs trembling from the need to come, and when I stroke my shaft once, twice, I know I’m close.
“Come, Carter,” Troy coaxes me. “I want your cum on my feet when I blow in your mouth.”
My eyes roll back, and my ass clenches in anticipation of my orgasm.
Then Troy digs his fingers into my fur and yanks, hard, forcing my head back and to the side.
He reaches down and rubs his thumb over the mating bite he gave me all those years ago when we first met and mated, reminding me I belong to him as much as he belongs to me.
Pleasure roars through my veins, and I come, my knot pulsing under my palm.
I unload on Troy’s feet, just as he asked.
Then he shouts, and the first spurt of hot cum jets into my throat, choking me.
I rear back and suck on his cockhead, massaging his knot, barely keeping it together for him because my body is limp and loose from my orgasm.
“Fuck!” Troy cups my cheek and forces my jaw wider, then rolls his hips forward to deep-throat me one last time. “Fuck, Alpha!”
Then the bathroom is silent apart from our heaving breaths and the sound of the rushing water.
I slip off Troy’s cock and wipe my hand over my face, sure that some cum escaped my lips.
Troy’s smile is soft. He reaches down and tilts my head to the side to allow the spray to wash me clean.
Then he offers me his hand and pulls me to my feet.
I expect a joke and a quick thanks, but Troy crowds me against the wall and kisses me deeply, sucking on my tongue and caressing me with languid flicks of his tongue.
Then he steps back and looks me right in the eyes. “I don’t want to be alpha. I would never challenge you.”
“Okay,” I say, still slightly dazed from what just happened. “Yeah, I know that.”
“I could never hurt you,” he adds, his voice gruff.
He starts to move away, but I grab his arm and yank him back, forcing him to focus on me again.
“I know, Troy,” I repeat. “You’re the kindest, gentlest guy.”
He looks as if he doesn’t believe me. He must be thinking about his previous pack—and the fight with his former alpha. The fight he won.
“You fought that asshole because you needed to protect your pack,” I say softly.
“You saw injustice, you saw people getting hurt, and you did what you had to. I would never fault you for that. I’m not afraid that you will do the same to me, not even for a second.
You’re loyal to me. And I’ll spend my life striving to be the kind of man who deserves your trust.”
Troy stares at me for a long moment, his throat bobbing as he swallows. Then he nods once, as if accepting my words to be true. The next moment, he wraps me in another hug, squishing me against the wall.
“Whoa.” I laugh, hugging him back. “It’s okay. We’ll make it through this full moon, baby. Less than two hours to go, and the next one will be much easier.”
“Yeah.” He steps back and shuts off the water. “I hope so, because I want to enjoy it, not worry all the time that I’ll accidentally break Emma.”
I’m reaching for my towel when a sharp cry breaks the quiet. It’s Emma, and my hackles go up at the distress apparent in her voice.
Then Sebastian’s voice rings down the hall, “Carter? Troy? You need to get back here now!”