11. ELEVEN
ELEVEN
Colton
I try to hold back my groan as Natalia climbs into my lap, brushing her warmth and softness against the tip of my erection, but it’s impossible.
The way her round curves rub up against me and her heavy breasts press against my chest excites me in a way that has my cock surging to full thickness and my hands squeezing deliciously thick thighs.
I angle my mouth, seeking more from her, licking at the sweetness of her lips and tongue and trying to memorize her kiss.
I felt frozen at first, unable to scent her desire and not knowing whether she really wanted this or not.
The longer we kiss, the richer her scent grows until I’m left with no doubt.
She wants this. She wants me. At least on a physical level.
This is no longer just about feeding Jayden.
Which is exactly what I need. I know maybe not everyone would feel this way, but I couldn't do this unless I thought she wanted it too.
I slide shaking hands up and down her thighs, desperate to reach beneath the tiny shorts she’s wearing to test just how wet she is.
But we never talked about me touching her like that, and I don’t want to cross a line.
I don’t want to scare her off. Especially not after she opened up to me today about her recent heartbreak.
This probably isn’t the time to hit her with how deep my feelings already go.
How much I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.
I don’t stop her when she carefully slides off my lap and onto the floor.
I figure we have a whole week of this, and I’m going to let her go at her own pace tonight, making sure not to push her.
If she were to call the whole thing off now, I’ve already tasted more of her than I hoped to anytime soon.
Any further thoughts scatter like spooked rabbits as she takes a firm grip of my cock and licks up the underside, finishing at the most sensitive part beneath the head. I groan aloud, in a deep, thundering bellow, and then I clap my hand over my mouth, afraid of startling her or waking the baby.
She grins up at me and repeats the motion, and I’ve already gone from zero to one hundred in the space of a few minutes. A pulse of pleasure throbs through every full vein stretching around my shaft. My balls tighten and my toes curl.
When she slides her lips around me and takes me into her mouth, I have to stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from waking the whole street.
Gods she feels good, so impossibly good I already feel the first drops of precum leak onto her tongue.
She laps them up, pulling back to lick her lips in surprise.
“It tastes so good.” She grazes the pad of her thumb over the slit at the top, gathering another bead of moisture and bringing it to her mouth to suckle.
“Mmm. Like vanilla ice cream and cotton candy.”
I can hardly force the words out through teeth I’m gritting in an attempt to hold onto my control. “Shifter magic.”
Going at her pace. We’re doing this her way. I repeat this to myself like a mantra, over and over to stop myself from just lifting her up, pulling her into my lap, and spearing her with my aching cock.
I’m so excited I forget we haven’t talked about shifter anatomy.
Natalia pauses with a frown. “Ah, is that bad?” She gestures with a nod of her head to where the base of my cock has started swelling into my knot.
I swallow thickly. “No. It’s very good. I—how much do you want to know?”
“More shifter stuff?”
I nod.
“Tell me.”
She strokes me and even the movement of her small hand is impossibly distracting. I grit my teeth and try to concentrate on explaining. “Shifter alphas have a knot at the base. It swells as we cum and locks us to an omega for breeding and to end their heat.”
“Heat?” She blinks.
Her mouth is so close, and I can hardly think. “Ugh, long story. Nothing you need to worry about.”
Natalia dips her head again, this time sucking on me like a lollipop, smacking her lips as she pulls back and swirling the head with her tongue when she returns to her task.
My hips are restless. I’m longing to move. To match the pace of the deep strokes of her mouth as she dips her head over and over, taking me inside. Her lips are soft, her tongue dipping to the base of my shaft, right to the top of my knot. When she gently grasps my sac, I nearly lose my mind.
I grunt. My hips flex, and before I can stop myself I’ve pushed further into her mouth.
A little gagging sound freezes me in my tracks. I’m too big. I’ve hurt her, scared her.
But her hands grab my ass when I try to withdraw, and she forces herself down further until I’m all the way inside her throat, until the tight muscles squeeze me and work me with every swallow.
Holy fucking clover fields, I might be lost. I might be ruined for any other female before I even get inside her perfect pussy.
I try to hold on. I try not to embarrass myself, but far too soon, cum surges toward the tip of my aching cock and my belly tightens. “Oh fuck. Are you sure about this? I’m going to—”
She tugs on my balls.
My hips tilt forward again, and her gaze snaps up to mine. I’m still swimming in the intensity of it when I absolutely flood her mouth with cum. I’m held there, a captive to her as the first wave recedes. My muscles relax only to contract again, and I shoot even more cum into her waiting mouth.
By this point it’s dripping from the corners of her lips, but she hangs on, searing me with her determined look as she swallows it down.
For a horrible moment I worry I’ve somehow knotted her mouth and she’ll choke on me, but then she pulls back, wiping up the last drops and licking them off her fingers with a little giggle.
I’m breathing hard and frankly speechless.
A drop of my cum has spilled onto her right breast, beading against the pink satin fabric of her pajamas, and I swear I could almost go again.
I want it on her skin—covering her, making her smell of me.
I want to paint her in it. I want to scoop up that stray drop and feed it to her just to feel her lips on my fingers.
She stands, looking flushed and pleased with herself. “Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.”
Wow is right. Everything about her: her gorgeous goddess figure, her soft thighs, the way she uses her mouth.
I shut my eyes and groan the groan of a bull who has been well and truly drained.
“I’ll um… I’ll go clean up and head to bed.”
I sit quickly, my head spinning from the intense orgasm. “Wait, Natalia…” I want to ask if I can return the favor, but I also don’t want to stampede across yet another line.
I hesitate.
She tips her head to the side, still waiting and I force out something just to end the awkward silence. “Thank you.”
It’s nowhere near enough.
She brushes off my comment with a swipe of her hand. “You don’t have to thank me. I wanted this too, remember? I’m excited to see if it works.”
Right. If the magic works.
Dragged back to reality, a little of my buoyancy fades, leaving me feeling heavy, limbs half numb and lethargic.
This was never about me. Of course it wasn’t.
It wasn’t about love or lust or fate or whatever this potent cocktail of emotions I’m feeling is.
It was about Jayden. That should be more than enough, but somehow, after drowning in her eyes as I unloaded into her mouth, I’m not sure anything else will ever be enough for me again. “Yeah. The magic. Uh… me too.”
I should be telling her how she practically blew my mind. Instead I just stare at her, my head a scramble of thoughts and feelings.
“Well goodnight.” She gives me a smile over her shoulder as she heads past the kitchen, switching off the light as she goes and leaving me in the soft lamplight from the lounge.
“Goodnight.” Why can’t I do a better job of putting my feelings into words? Trouble is, they feel too large for words. They grow every moment I’m around her in a way that should be alarming but just feels… right.
Everything about having Natalia in my life feels right. There must be a reason for that. If I didn’t know better, I’d say what I was feeling were the first stirrings of the mate connection. But that’s not possible. Natalia is human. Only shifters have fated mates.
Too tired and dazed to figure out the puzzle tonight, I drag myself up, pull up my pants, and shuffle off to bed.
Natalia agreed to take tonight’s shift with Jayden since I’m recovering post-gameday, and the gratitude I feel at dropping into bed knowing I don’t have to get up until morning is only surpassed by the wonder I feel at what she did for me tonight.
It wasn’t just the pleasure—don’t get me wrong, the pleasure was amazing.
It’s the fact that she accepted the explanation of the magic so easily.
It’s easy to forget she’s so new to the world of shifters and must find all of it so strange.
A different human might have questioned my motives or accused me of making things up.
That’s yet another amazing thing about Natalia. She takes to my world like it’s perfectly natural, like there’s a part of her that’s known deep down about magic all her life.
With a huge yawn, I switch off the light and flop onto the pillow.
Goddamn, a whole night’s sleep! I won’t know what to do with myself in the morning.