He tried to push his fingers inside me, but the denim wasn’t forgiving enough. When I went to do something about that, he’d already set up a terrible rhythm. My eyes flicked open and caught his staring into mine, perfectly silver right now.
“You’re gonna come for me. I need that from you right now. When you come, when the pleasure rushes through you and fills your whole body, I taste it on my tongue. The need inside me, the one that demands I satisfy you in every fucking way, it dies down, just for a second when I taste that. That’s when I feel like a fucking king.” His voice took on a deeper, throatier growl and my heartbeat skittered as it felt like I faced down his beast, not Ben. “Give us what we need, beta.”
His fingers became punishing, flicking my clit, pinching my nipple until the fire roared higher. My mouth fell open and just a few little pants escaped as it all came crashing down.
Slow, sweet pleasure so intense that my teeth locked down and my groan came out strangled as my body jerked to his tune. A heaviness settled over me, pressing me into the couch, into him, forcing me to feel every second of sensation. All tension was washed away. My bones felt like they had been turned to molasses, my movements sluggish as the final waves passed through.
I was scooped up then, forced to straddle his hips, his mouth on mine, tasting me until my fingers dug into his hair. But, as before, awakening one pleasure seemed to just make me reach for another when I was with him.
I sucked his lips until they were swollen and sore, my tongue scraping across his, but that wasn’t enough. I slipped down his body, kissing my way and his hand came to rest on my head.
“Something you need, beta?”
I looked up from where I was now sitting between his thighs, bleary eyed and not entirely comprehending the instincts that were beating down on me, but he did. He smiled lazily, looking like the perfect golden boy, right before he undid his belt and pulled down his fly.
“This what you need?”
His perfect thick cock throbbed in the air between us and I followed the slow progress of a drop of precum with my eyes before I swept in and licked it off. His taste exploded on my tongue, making me growl in response.
“Yeah, you need me, just like I need you.” This was rasped out, his voice cutting off when I wrapped my hand around his shaft. “Take me, Lils. Fucking take me.”
The same need seemed to burn inside me, forcing my head down, my throat straining to relax for him.
“Don’t try and take me too deep,” he warned. “I don’t want… Fuck!”
I’d played with a lot of alphas since the last time we were together and that had pretty much destroyed my gag reflex. I sucked in a breath and then forced him deeper, something that had him groaning way too loud.
There had been something furtive about what we were doing, every word delivered like a hushed secret, but not now. He couldn’t stay silent about this, his hips flexing instinctively with my strokes, willing me to take more of him and I did. I was forced to pull away regularly, strings of saliva joining my mouth to his cock, leading me back once I caught my breath, until his hands clapped down on my skull, preventing me from pulling away.
“You’re gonna drink every drop down, aren’t you, beta? Because I’m gonna fill you with my cum. Grab my knot, baby. Squeeze it. Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so fucking well. You blow my mind with what you’re doing to my cock. Your throat is fucking strangling it and—”
The ending of his litany was all the warning I got as he sucked in a breath, then groaned. Cum splashed across my tonsils and I was forced to frantically swallow. His cock jerked and spasmed, his knot slowly deflating under my hand as I squeezed.
“Fuck, Lily…”
That was all the feedback I got as he swept me up into his arms and then carried me down to my bedroom. He laid me down on the bed in a way that made me giggle, remembering the last time he did just this.
“You need more,” he insisted. “Everything I’ve got to give. I feel it like an ache in my balls. I can start by licking your sweet little pussy.” My boots were pulled off at that, then my jeans were undone and yanked down my legs. “Then when you’re all wet and soft, I’ll work myself inside you. I want to feel you snap down around my knot again, love. No one’s ever done that, not before, not since. And when we’re locked together, I’ll stroke your clit, nice and slow, make you come and keep on coming until morning.”
That was the point when the spell broke.
There was little to no risk of Evie discovering us in the lounge room. Once she fell asleep, she stayed that way. But Ben felt me stiffen at his words and he pulled back, looking down at me.
“Ben, we can’t—”
“Evie will know I slept over.” His statement, the cold hard reality of that hit both of us, dashing away lust and replacing it with responsibility. “She’ll make assumptions and…”
“This is all so confusing and destabilising for her.” I scrambled back, throwing the quilt over my exposed legs, creating a barrier between us. “I’ve never had anyone in here before.”
“I know.” He smiled sheepishly when I stared. “I came into your room, when you went out with Damon, and sniffed around. When I didn’t scent any other men, alphas or otherwise, it made me…” He looked down at his hands then. “I rushed things. I’m trying not to, but my beast is clawing at me.” His eyes bled silver as he stared at me. “He smells you, catches the way your scent changes when me or my brothers are in the room.”
His hand moved across the bed, over my quilt, until he found the shape of my leg underneath it, then it slid upwards.
“I want to be a good dad, to move slowly and let Evie adjust to me being around. I don’t want to unsettle her or throw what you’ve built here in disarray. But Lily…” He tipped his head to one side, then darted closer. “I’m your mate as well as her dad. We have to find a way to balance that.”
I just stared at him as he got to his feet, watching him with way too much interest as he tucked his cock away and zipped himself up.
Mate?