128. Chapter One-Hundred-Twenty-Seven
Chapter One-Hundred-Twenty-Seven
Riley
Somewhere between licking Scarlett and letting her mark me, a hint of trepidation entered my body, and I can’t seem to find a way to let it out. I know this is my true mate in front of me, and I want to claim her, but something inside me is afraid.
I don’t understand why.
I’ve been ready for this kind of commitment for a long time.
And Scarlett feels exactly like I imagined the woman I was waiting for would.
She’s smart and sexy, fearless and wild.
So, why am I suddenly so fucking tense?
I have no reason to be freaking out.
None.
Except …
I swore I’d never let that teenager have this kinda hold over my life.
And I barely ever thought about her, so I was winning that fight.
But that was when I was drowning her memory in alcohol.
If I can’t claim Scarlett because I’m sober, I’m gonna be pissed.
She doesn’t seem to notice my inner turmoil, and I do my best to force it out of my system as she moves her soft, sweet hands over my cock and balls, stroking and squeezing.
Her touches are exploratory, and they feel so different to the way I would touch myself.
It’s almost like a tease, which doesn’t seem like her style, but what the fuck would I know?
When she dips her head down and flicks her tongue over my shaft, I close my eyes, concentrating on sensation, and ignoring everything else.
If anything can make my body relax, it’s a well-handled blow job.
Her teasing touches come from her lips and tongue now.
Her feather light licks and kisses are agonisingly soft.
So, when she wraps her lips around the tip, and starts to sink down, the sudden change of gears makes me gasp out a breath, while my heart starts to pound loudly in my ears.
I open my eyes, because there’s no way in hell I want to miss out on watching her suck me.
She takes way more than I expect her to, and that alone is a huge fucking turn on.
Moaning around my cock, she starts to move up and down, just enough so she can breathe while she keeps me inside her mouth. The urge to bury my length down her slender throat comes and goes. She’s taking so much already.
If she has a gag-reflex, it’s not present right now.
I wrap my fingers in her hair and watch as she controls her movements.
When she looks up at me, while I’m rammed down her throat, I see nothing but lust in those bright eyes. She closes them and tears of effort run down her gorgeous face.
She doesn’t stop. She just moves faster, and to my complete surprise, takes me deeper.
“Oh, holy fuck!” I mutter, as my breathing starts to quicken.
She’s almost taking all of me, and it’s making my cock think it’s time to knot.
I can feel the start of that swelling happening while she moans around me.
It only takes one more well-timed thrust forward for me to come.
I shudder while I feel it happen, hearing and seeing her swallow again and again while I cum right down her throat.
I gasp out a breath as she lets my cock go, letting it slip out of her mouth as she moves back.
She stands up and wipes her lips.
While my cock swells in the fresh air, so close to knotting that I can hardly handle the feeling.
I want her so fucking badly. My body’s ready to claim her.
So, why the hell do I feel like I’m frozen in place?
She steps in close, pushes onto her toes and kisses me.
I can’t even respond.
I’m just … completely frozen.
She sighs softly as she steps back.
“You’re not okay,” she tells me. “I wish I could make you feel better.”
I take in a deep breath. I know this is because of that teenager.
She made me feel things I didn’t want to feel for her.
It felt good, that’s the fucked-up part.
She made me knot, and she made me come.
Then, I took over and I came over and over again.
It’s the most out of control I’ve ever felt, and I hate myself for not being able to stop.
I hate my body for wanting more. I hate how much I was into it.
But that was all because it was something I didn’t want.
This isn’t the same thing.
It’s not even close.
“I’m working on it,” I admit. “I want you, Scarlett. More than anything.”
My cock is still swelling like it’s trying to knot. It’s been so long since I did anything with anyone that I could come for hours, for sure.
She looks down for a few seconds and when she looks back up at me, it’s with a sparkle in her eyes that wasn’t there before.
“You know what? I don’t think it counts as a claiming if you don’t knot me,” she says, hand squeezing my cock.
“Uh …” I’m not sure what to say, but I don’t think I can be goaded into this.
“I mean, we could just fuck,” she suggests, clearing up my confusion. “Save the claiming for some other time.”
Her expression is hopeful, and my cock stops swelling when I realize she’s taken the pressure out of the moment. We don’t have to do anything that feels like too much. We can just enjoy each other.
“Lay down,” I ask, ready to do this.
She smiles before she does what I ask, sitting first and spreading her legs wide, then arching her back while she props herself up on her elbows.
Every move is effortlessly sexy.
I get down on my knees and take a minute to admire her body before I enter her.
When I grasp her ass and thrust forward, my cock throbs, ready to swell up.
I hold my breath, not wanting to ruin the moment before we even get started.
The walls of her pussy clench around my cock, as if they’re warning it.
“I only want to be fucked,” she reminds me, one eyebrow arching as if she’s pissed.
“Of course,” I agree, shocked at how easily my cock obeys that order.
It stops trying to swell, and I start moving slowly.
She feels incredible.
Wet, tight, warm.
Her soft moans spur me on, while I breathe in her delicious perfume.
The marks on her throat are so fresh and new and knowing they make her part of my pack makes my heart soar. She belongs with us now. Nothing could feel better than that.
“Riley,” she murmurs.
“Mm hm?” I ask.
“I’m about to come,” she whispers, before her pussy clenches hard around me.
She moans and clings to me tightly as she climaxes.
My cock wants to swell, but I don’t let it happen.
I’m in control here, and I’m giving my mate exactly what she wants.
She doesn’t want my knot. She wants my cock.
So that’s what I give her, pushing back against every instinct I have.
I ignore the intoxicating scent of her perfume that’s trying to convince me to knot.
I ignore the slight loosening of her pussy while her slick makes her wet enough to stretch to accommodate a thickening shaft.
I ignore the voice inside me that tells me she wants my knot, no matter what she said.
And when I come, buried deep inside her, I feel so fucking good that I retained my control the entire fucking time. So fucking good, that I don’t understand why I was so worried about knotting in the first place.
“You good?” she asks, as I slow to a stop.
“I’m better than good,” I admit. “I’m ready to claim you, if you’re ready to be claimed.”
She smiles. “I’m so beyond ready.”
My knot swells inside her, and finally, I’m claiming my one true mate.