Chapter Sixteen
Rue
Our lovemaking the first time had been more than magical. And it had been beyond difficult to keep from begging him to mark me, to tilt my head at just the angle to show him I wanted his teeth to rip into my throat and leave a scar that would tell everyone I was his.
But I had held out because if we’d done that, he’d have been forced to pick up the alpha responsibilities that went with being mates.
I didn’t want him to stay here just because I wanted to.
Or because in a moment of passion, he’d done what came naturally, but he didn’t necessarily understand what was happening.
I’d gladly have made love with him tonight without the commitment, but knowing we’d be mated tonight made it hard to concentrate on his delicious dinner.
“Don’t you like the roast?” Pascal was watching me with concern. “You do eat meat. I’ve seen you eat meat.”
“I do like it.” To prove the point, I forked a piece in my mouth and chewed, making yummy sounds. “So good.”
“If I didn’t know better, omega, I’d say you were wanting to skip the dinner I went to so much work to make in favor of sating another hunger?”
“It isn’t easy,” I agreed, “but I don’t want to waste all your hard work. Because it is delicious.” At least I thought it was because it was nearly impossible for my brain to register anything with the amped-up scent my alpha was emitting.
“We can always put it away and reheat it afterward.” My alpha had the best ideas. “But you probably should eat a little more because you’re going to need your energy for what I have planned.”
“I’m so intrigued.” I shoveled a few more bites in, chewing and swallowing before asking, “What do you have planned?”
“It’s a surprise. Eat your veggies, omega.”
With his teasing encouragement, I managed to gobble the contents of my plate, but as gorgeous as the cake was, we’d be having it after. Pushing my plate away, I looked at my alpha’s meal, which was nearly untouched. “Hey, don’t you need your energy?”
“I have all the energy I need, just looking at you.” Pascal stood up and held out a hand. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“What about the dishes?” I didn’t want him getting stuck having to clean up alone.
“I’ll wash them in the morning or throw them away. I don’t care at all.”
“You can always buy a set from the shop. We get a remarkable number of nice dish sets there.”
“Maybe I will.” He linked our fingers and tugged me away from the table and into his arms. “But first, we have other things to do.”
His room was nearly dark, but he clicked on a bedside lamp before going about the business of undressing me.
And it truly was businesslike but in the sexiest way possible.
My mate removed each item of clothing and folded it neatly before laying it on a chair, while I vibrated with anticipation.
I protested once, said, “I can just do it,” but he ignored me and went about the slow process.
I was so hard, I was afraid my cock might snap off when he knelt to draw my undershorts down and gently lifted each leg to take them off.
Shorts folded on the chair, he remained on his knees, wrapped his arms around my hips, and took me deep in his throat in one gulp.
Then he proved to me that the rumors about alphas not having the skills omegas did for blow jobs were about as true as any other rumors.
Or maybe it was just mine. I braced my hands on his shoulders and held on tight while he sucked and licked me into an explosive orgasm then eased me down onto the edge of the bed.
“Want a break?” He kissed me hard then studied my face. “You look a little stunned.”
“No break.” I pulled my knees high, exposing my hole for him. “Deep in my other hole.”
He trailed two fingers through my ass crack and held them up, shiny with slick. “Let’s do this mating thing.”
I couldn’t help laughing, but that cut off when his hard cock prodded at the tight muscle ring.
I hadn’t been with many alphas and not for a long time.
Which was probably why he groaned, “So tight,” as he sank deep into my body.
I clung to my knees, helping him get deeper, wanting every inch of him inside me.
He thrust again and again, deeper than the first time, deeper than I knew it was possible to go and with each new bit he conquered. And then he was balls deep and paused, letting me adjust. But I wasn’t having it. “Alpha, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He panted, but his smile said it all and he was driving into me again, rubbing my prostate with each pass.
My second orgasm was my first ever with no direct cock contact, and it preceded his by a fraction of a second. His knot swelled this time, and as we were bound together, he bent and sank his teeth into my throat, marking me his and changing my life forever.