Chapter 24
Were they really doing this?
Holy shit.
They were really doing this.
Dizzy with desire, Nessa grabbed onto the edge of the couch, staring down at Murphy with awe.
He kneeled in front of her, one of her legs draped over his shoulder. One of his hands gripped her waist while the other slid a thick finger inside her, his palm cupping her pussy.
He was touching her, and she wasn’t scared at all. She wasn’t even nervous. All she felt was pure, all-consuming need, a yearning for Murphy that ran so deep, she didn’t think it would ever ease.
She didn’t know if she’d ever wanted anything as much as she did right now. She was desperate for his touch, anxious for him to bring her fully back to life after years of living such a hollow existence. She’d starved herself of this for too long, and now she was ravenous.
Murphy’s gaze blazed an inferno over her lower body. It settled on where he’d buried his finger with such an intensity her core spasmed, eager to please him. She arched into his hand, and his finger slid in deeper, only to stop abruptly, tormenting her.
She shivered, a small moan sticking in her throat.
“Murphy,” Nessa whimpered, squirming against the couch, frantic for him to move. To do something before she lost her mind. “Please. I need you.”
His eyes trailed up, finding hers. The irises flickered, a mixture of gold and brown, before returning to normal. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of her, keeping her gaze locked with his as he lowered his head.
Warm breath fanned over her center. She gasped, unable to do anything but watch as Murphy slid his tongue between her slick folds, licking upwards toward her clit, his stubble adding to the sensations coursing through her.
He groaned, the sound deep and primal. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he licked her again, the tip of his tongue teasing that tiny bundle of nerves.
Nessa jerked her hips as pleasure exploded through her, her womb clenching as tingles slid over her skin.
With a savage growl, Murphy slipped his hands under her, grabbing her ass as he positioned her other leg over his shoulder. He lifted her until her back pressed hard into the back of the couch, angling her just how he wanted.
And then he drove his tongue into her pussy, spearing her. Greedy, dominating strokes that had her hips instinctively rocking against his face.
“Oh shit,” Nessa whined, throwing her head back as he lapped at her pussy, sliding his tongue over every inch of her.
Fervently, he caressed her, making another guttural sound as more slick dripped from her center.
He licked it up enthusiastically, eating her out like she was his last meal on Earth.
Her heart beat hard, her breaths coming in small, uncoordinated pants. She might have even gone cross-eyed, but she wasn’t sure; it was too difficult to focus on anything but the delicious sensation of Murphy’s devious tongue.
Maybe I should focus on my breathing before my heart gives out, she thought in a daze, only for a long, strangled moan to pass her lips.
Murphy lifted his head, his expression so hungry that she was tempted to grab the back of his head and shove his face back between her thighs, just to help him out. “How do you feel, little mate? You’re okay?”
Before she could answer, his head dipped down again. He found her clit and sucked, sending bolts of pleasure exploding through her core.
“I—” Nessa choked, the words turning into a strangled cry as he sucked harder, applying a firm pressure that left her reeling. Her body felt too hot, a flush starting at her face and working all the way down to her toes.
“Do you like this, Nessa?” Murphy asked, releasing her clit before giving it another lick.
A finger returned to her pussy, slipping back inside, and she released a small, keening wail. He pumped it into her, his tongue dancing over her small bundle of nerves until her legs shook. The heels of her feet dug into his upper back, pulling him closer. She needed him to keep going.
If he stopped, she might just die from sheer disappointment. How had she gone so long without this? She’d deprived herself for years, letting fear hold her back.
In a way, she’d waited for Murphy, and she couldn’t be upset about that. Especially when he was so skilled with his tongue. How long had he said he’d gone without sex? A decade? She almost couldn’t believe it, if not for the fact he attacked her vagina like a starving man.
“Nessa,” Murphy said, nipping her clit. She startled in his arms, gasping hard. He smirked, kissing away the sting. “Answer the question, little mate. Do you like this?”
Like it? She freaking loved it!
“Mm.” That was all she could muster. Her brain was foggy, too strung out on her growing desire to think clearly.
His tongue swirled over her, and her pussy clenched around the finger still pumping inside of her, desperately seeking relief.
He added another, stretching her as he began a sensual rhythm, a pressure building in her core that she hadn’t felt in years.
Curling his fingers inside her, he stroked her G-spot, and she bucked into his hand, a shocked cry leaving her throat.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive, Nessa. I love it.” His teeth grazed over her inner thigh. “Are you ready to orgasm?”
“Y-Yes, Murphy, please.”
His fingers picked up a torturous motion, pounding into her as his thumb moved to her clit, rubbing over it in smooth, steady circles. Needing something to cling to, she grabbed his forearms, the sensation of the fabric of his sweater pulling her slightly from her lust-filled haze.
She didn’t want his clothes in the way—she wanted to feel him. Needed his skin pressed against hers, even if she was still wearing her shirt too.
“Murphy—”
“I’m your Alpha right now, Nessa,” Murphy growled, leaning over her as he fucked her deeper, harder, until she knew her slick had to be drenching his hand.
That thought only made her hotter, made that pressure in her womb amplify until she felt like she was dangling on the edge of a precipice, ready to free-fall into another dimension.
“You’ll call me that when I’m inside you. Do you understand?”
Oh, god.
Her pussy spasmed in response, her orgasm rising up and drawing near. Murphy closed the distance between them, plastering his body over hers, and stretching her legs until her knees touched her chest, her ankles resting on his shoulders.
He kissed her, his tongue sliding past her lips.
She tasted herself on him, a shudder wracking down her frame.
Burying her hands in his hair, she returned his kiss fiercely, moaning into his mouth as his strokes took on a frantic edge.
Wet, sucking sounds filled her ears with each push of his hand, but she was too delirious with pleasure to feel even slightly embarrassed by the noises he elicited from her body.
“Tell me, Nes,” Murphy murmured, pulling away from her mouth to nuzzle her cheek with his nose. His warm breath fanned her face, adding to the heat encompassing her. “Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” she began hesitantly, sending him a shy look from between her lashes. “Alpha.”
Murphy’s eyes blazed molten gold, and a deep, feral growl built in his chest. He slammed his mouth over hers, plunging his fingers into her over and over.
She wailed around his tongue, her legs slipping from his shoulders and dangling over his forearms. The muscles in her thighs trembled, her toes curling as her orgasm became a tsunami building inside her.
“Be a good little mate, Nes, and cum for your Alpha,” Murphy ordered against her lips, his breathing as labored as hers. “Will you do that for me, sweetheart? Will you cum all over my hand?”
Nessa shattered, her pussy clamping around his fingers as the world around her flashed bright white, pleasure completely blinding her.
She cried out, rocking eagerly against Murphy’s palm, desperate to take more of him, to ride out her orgasm until she was nothing left but atoms to be scattered across the universe.
“Good girl, Nessa,” Murphy praised, his voice heavy with lust. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good breaking apart on my fingers.”
She tightened around him, her pussy spasming hard as a smaller orgasm detonated, taking her in its grip.
Slowly, the world around her returned, and she moaned in protest as Murphy pulled his hand from between her thighs, rising slowly to his feet. “Don’t move, Nes. I’m going to grab something to get you cleaned up.”
Don’t move?
That wouldn’t be a problem. Her legs felt like jelly. Hell, her entire body felt like jelly. If she tried to stand, she’d likely fall flat on her ass.
She snorted, relaxing back into the couch as he left the room. She blinked slowly, her brain completely fried.
A few moments later, Murphy returned, the thick bulge in his jeans drawing her attention. Her mouth watered at the sight, and the newly awakened sexual deviant inside her wanted to reach for it, to take his cock in her hand and see if she could make him cum just as hard as she had.
She didn’t think she could be so bold, though. Not yet.
She hadn’t even realized he’d brought a damp wash cloth with him until he kneeled in front of her again, gently parting her thighs.
She blushed but did as he silently commanded, leaving herself exposed to him.
He began cleaning her up, just like he had promised, sending her a small, cocky grin when he noticed her watching him.
“How are you feeling? You still okay with what we did?”
Nessa nodded, struggling to form a coherent thought. “Yeah. I didn’t think it would be so …” She trailed off, furrowing her brow.
Murphy removed the cloth from between her thighs, kissing her knees. “So what?”
“Easy,” she admitted, pursing her lips. “I thought I’d have some hesitancy or reservations.” To be honest, she thought that she wouldn’t be able to go through with it at all, too hung up on the past.
Instead, she’d forgotten everything from before, completely wrapped up in the moment with Murphy. Wholly focused on him and the way he made her feel.
The monsters that lurked in her mind hadn’t been allowed to take up even a second of her thoughts while he had explored her body. And it was …
Amazing.
Surreal.
Shocking.
“I guess I just feel lucky,” she added softly, her throat clogging with emotion. Lucky at how normal it had all seemed. A lot of people didn’t get to experience that kind of normal after enduring sexual abuse, and after everything she’d endured, she’d assumed she would be one of them.
To know she wasn’t, at least not entirely, gave her hope. A lot more damned hope than she’d let herself have in a long time. Hope at a normal life, hope that someday she could be the mate Murphy deserved.
She wanted that more than anything.
“I feel lucky, too,” Murphy told her, laying another kiss on her upper thigh. “Lucky that you’re my mate. And that you taste sublime,” he added, playfully nipping her.
It didn’t hurt, but he looked completely ridiculous, and she laughed, feeling lighter.
“I think I want to take a shower.” Although cleaning her off was a sweet gesture, relaxing under the hot spray of a showerhead sounded amazing. “You might have to hold me up, though, because I don’t think my legs are working right.”
Murphy tensed beside her, the playfulness draining from his face.
Immediately, she was on alert, sitting up. When he leaned back on his heels to distance himself from her, she grabbed onto his sweater, pulling him back toward her. “Murphy, what’s wrong?”
He’d acted weird when she’d mentioned a shower last night, but his reaction tonight was even more obvious.
A muscle jumped in his cheek, and he was silent for so long she didn’t think he’d answer her. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you seeing me naked,” he stated eventually, his mouth snapping closed in sudden aggravation.
“Why not? You’ve seen me naked.” Well, mostly. She was still wearing a shirt, but her boobs were a lot less majestic than her vagina, so he’d already seen everything that really mattered.
“I know, and I’m honored you’ve shared yourself with me. I—” Murphy closed his eyes, shaking his head hard. “I’m afraid you’ll be repulsed when you see me.”
Repulsed? How could she ever find Murphy repulsive? The thought was ludicrous.
“Hey.” Nessa cupped his face in both of her hands. “Look at me, Murphy. What’s wrong?”
Slowly, he did, his dark brown eyes full of anguish. “I have scars.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. “Too many. A lot are unpleasant to look at, Nessa.”
Oh, Murphy.
“There is nothing repulsive about you, Murphy.” Nessa kissed him softly, her heart breaking as he took a shuddering breath.
“I think you’re handsome, and wonderful, and a bit of a jackass when you want to be—”his lips formed into a small smile“—and nothing you can show me will change how I feel about you.”
She paused, a random thought popping into her head. Hoping to lighten the mood, she added, “Unless I ever see your bear again and he’s developed some kind of medical condition where he’s gone bald. A bald bear just feels wrong, you know?”
Murphy laughed abruptly, the hurt she’d seen in his eyes slowly fading. “So you draw the line at bald bears?”
She shrugged. “Depends on how cute your bear is, I guess. Bald is beautiful, and all that. Did you know that with hairless cats and dogs, you’re supposed to rub some kind of lubricant on them to keep their skin moisturized?” She grimaced. “If you think I’m lubing up your bald bear, you’re crazy.”
His brows flew up in mock surprise. “Not even if I ask you nicely?”
“Hm.” She slid her lips over his again, relishing in how easy it felt to do so. “Maybe if you ask me really nicely.”
Murphy stood suddenly, pulling her up from the couch and into his arms. “Come on, Loch Ness.”
Nessa groaned at the nickname, wrapping herself around him. “Where are we going?”
He stilled for a moment before moving toward the hall. “To take a shower.”