“Look, I think—”
“Can you take it?” Jasper asked me, his eyes boring into mine.
“I…”
“When you spend some time stretching your tight little pussy out, can you take it? You fight it, the pinch, that feeling of too much. Way too much. But with one of these buzzing on your clit.” He picked up a slender vibe and turned it on, the low hum filling the air. “Too much starts to feel like not enough.”
“Yeah,” I replied finally, “I can take it. It requires work, hard work.”
“So maybe not tonight, then.” He looked a little disappointed as he set it back down, some of the grey bleeding back into his eyes. “But we’ve got enough to work with here.”
The small vibrating bullet was brought down with slow emphasis and the moment it touched my mound, I jumped. He smiled at that, just tracing the very outer edges of my cunt with the device until I began to squirm.
“So you’d slide this over your clit, just lightly at first.” He did just that, the low rumbles creating waves of a kind of comforting pleasure I was familiar with. There was an edge to it though, because it wasn’t me doing the playing, it was him. “Not too close to the tip at first, but edging closer and closer.”
His strokes grew longer, my hips jerking back every time he reached somewhere too sensitive, then relaxed back when he pulled away. He set up a rhythm then, playing me like a fiddle, and the noises coming out from me were somewhat similar. Long keening little moans he encouraged.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Spread your thighs wider. You’re starting to feel the ache, aren’t you?” I nodded furiously. “Your clit is humming now, but that just reminds you of how empty you are.” I let out a little whine in response to that, the uncomfortable feeling intruding in all this lovely sweetness. “Hold this here. Good girl.”
His hand went over mine, keeping the vibe just where it was and then pressing down harder a little so the pleasure bloomed. He pulled away slightly and I dimly heard the pop of the lube bottle cap, then the wet sound of it being applied.
At the first brush, I felt something cold and slick skate across my overheated folds, but as the vibe danced across my clit, he pushed it in. Thick and blunt, but not as much as the alpha dildo, I groaned as it entered me. Then he turned it on. Rumbly deep vibrations blossomed deep inside me, creating a decadent kind of pleasure. My fingers began to loosen on the little bullet until he firmed my grip, then positioned me exactly where I needed them.
“We’re not done yet,” he promised. “I want you full, feeling more pleasure than you can handle before you drop off to sleep. We don’t have time to string it out, so we need to make you come as hard as you can now.”
He shifted my hips forward slightly, then the lube cap opened again before something slick drizzled across my arsehole. Fingers quickly massaged that across me, then began to push in.
“Jasper…”
“I know what you need, beta,” he told me. “And I’m going to make sure you get it. Just think about it while I do this. What it’ll be like when you finally decide to accept us. One of us will be working your clit.” His spare hand covered my fingers, rubbing the bullet vibe in small circles. “One of us will be slamming inside you.” The bigger vibe in me was withdrawn, then shoved back in with a brutality I now craved. “And I’ll be here at the back, claiming a part of you none of my brothers have taken.”
Something hard, cold and slippery replaced his fingers, tracing the ring of muscle before starting to work its way in.
“Oh fuck…” I hissed. DP was my secret alpha weakness and talented practitioners always got a return visit from me when I found them on Howlr. I’d been introduced to the pleasure by two alphas one night and part of me had craved it ever since. “Jasper… Jasper!”
“I know, beta. We know. We keep telling you we know what you need, that we’ve got it, but you won’t believe it until we’ve shown you. So we will. Over and over until you see.”
I couldn’t focus on his words now. I was full, so damn full. He pushed my hands away, forcing them to lie spread across the mattress, taking control of my pleasure entirely. He’d done a bloody good job of replicating my bedtime wind-down routine, but with a twist. The fact I had to do nothing, strive for nothing was one element, letting me sink down, down into the sensations of my body. The other was that he was able to work out what I needed and he took pleasure in giving it to me. Right now I felt bathed in a kind of endless warmth, my body meshing with the soft mattress. But then he began to move.
The bullet vibe moved in tighter and tighter circles on my clit, the movements getting faster and faster. With that came spikier and spikier waves of pleasure, lapping so fast on the shore of my body they’d become a blur. But that was punctuated by the heavy drag of the bigger one inside me. It created a kind of friction I’d come to crave, one that was insistent and impossible to ignore.
“That’s it, baby. You’re gonna come for me. Come for your alpha.”
My eyes flicked open at that, his boring into mine. Jasper stared down at me with eyes of silver, but even his beast was a soft creature. He watched me come apart like I was the cleverest, most amazing woman in the world and what I was doing was simply incredible.
Well, for me, it was.
This was a kind of savagely selfish pleasure. He was sitting there, aching in his jeans, waiting for me to touch him, but I couldn’t. He bombarded me with everything I’d ever needed but never assumed anyone would want to do for me, and that broke me. My back arched, my fingers clawing at the bed, and he moved faster, seeming to know how close I was. I teetered at the edge of something intense and he was ready to push me over.
“Jasper... Jasper…”
“That’s it. Call my name. Always call out for me, love, and I’ll come running, but you need to give this to me.” His fangs flashed as he growled out the words. “Come, Lily.”
His alpha bark hit me like a slap, but I craved the sting as my whole body bucked against the bed. Bliss slammed into me like a torrent, washing everything else away. The pain and frustration and confusion and desperation I’d felt today was bundled up and thrown out of me, leaving only this.
He kissed me as I came down, little peppering things all over my skin, but I could barely respond. He’d emptied everything out of me, and sleep was already dragging me down. Sex toys were removed, cleaned up and put away, then his arms went around me, holding me close as he pulled the blankets over us. I turned instinctively towards him, rewarded by a long sigh.
“Sleep now, love,” he ordered in the softest of voices and I couldn’t bring myself to argue.