“I…”
“Yes or no, that’s all you have to say. I’ll feed you my cock and fuck you so damn hard, either way. I’ll make sure you have everything you need, just tell me one way or the other.”
“Yes…”
Right now, I had to know. He’d wound me up in this cocoon of pleasure, and it made me greedy for more. Tobias moved like clockwork, somehow prepared for just this. A lube cap was popped, and I heard a squirt before something splattered down on my skin. The plug was put aside, then warm fingers were rubbing the lube in, making me even more slick, and then a finger was pushed in.
Weird, it was so weird. My back bowed and my head jerked back, a strangled moan escaping me, but his hand went around my throat, not squeezing, just keeping me where I was.
“Talk to me, Sage. Talk to me.”
“Uh…uh…”
Something felt like it popped through and then was withdrawn, slicker fingers returning for another go.
“Breathe in, omega.” This was the one and only time Tobias used anything even approximating his alpha bark, which had me grateful for his restraint. I sucked a breath in, feeling my whole body inflate. “When you let it out, I’ll push another finger in or you’ll tell me to stop. When you’re ready.”
I’d had so many of my assumptions corrected by being around him and Scar. I’d thought it would be all him bossing me around and using me as a footstool, and that did happen, with those who were into that.
“The sub determines what happens,” she’d told me, staring into my eyes. “You’re the one who’s really in control. We’re just there trying to keep up, fulfilling your every desire. If you want to be hurt, debased, called cruel names, or be pulled into our laps and petted like a kitten…” She shrugged. “Or both. That’s what we’re there to do—to fulfil those needs. Be clear about what you want. You’re more than capable of doing that. Communicate with your words, your breaths, your sighs, and your responses. Make him see what you need, and then let him give it to you.”
It felt like every fibre of my being let go when my head dropped down and my breath came whooshing out, and he came with it. Fingers were pressed firmly but slowly inside, the buzzing, the intrusion, the pressure against my G-spot, the feel of the head of his cock hovering right when I needed him deeper.
“Please!” My cry echoed through the whole room, shouted over and over until those fingers were abruptly withdraw and replaced by that plug, a hand reaching around to pluck at the chain right as he pressed his cock inside me.
Jesus fucking Christ, this was sensation overload. I didn’t even have a body anymore, I was just as gasping fucking mess, but while every nerve screamed, he pushed inside me. My Tobias, my mate. I could see it, feel it now, in one stabbing thrust, all he’d held back from me. In my head, I was preoccupied with the sacrifice the person submitting did in this kind of scene, but he was making a hell of a sacrifice too.
His pleasure, the desperate need I could now feel burning inside him to slam his dick in hard and claim me, he held it back, he had all afternoon, to tease me, torment me, and introduce me to whole new highs. He’d do this over and over again, until I couldn’t take anymore. I knew what was coming afterwards—he’d wrap me up, right when his limbs were shaking with the effort, and hold me close, stroking me until I came back to myself. Right now, though, I howled, all my pleasure and pain tumbling over and over inside me, getting faster and faster as he slammed home. The vibe he’d inserted inside me moved with him, rubbing insistently on the spot that craved it, and his hands moved, tapping on the plug in my arse to create vibrations, tugging at the chain to make my already tormented nipples ache more, fucking me and fucking me until…
“Last choice, Sage. It doesn’t have to happen now, but if it does? If I knot you, I’m claiming you. It’s been driving my wolf completely insane watching you walk around with my brothers’ bites, and if you give me this, I won’t be able to stop him. I’ll bite you, claim you, like the mate that you are. I. Will. Make. You. Mine.”
“Please…”
Scarlet would no doubt be upset that we made such an important decision while out of our fucking minds on hormones, but in the end, we were just wolves that wore skin sometimes. I’d never felt as in touch with my beast as when he wedged that knot up inside me, the vibe forced so freaking tight, it felt like I was swelling, swelling.
“Tobias…” My voice was high and breathy, because there was something about this pleasure… It was rising faster, harder, deeper, making my body feel like it was out of control.
“You’re going to gush.” He said those words with such reverence and then shoved the rest of his knot in.
I burst—that was the only way to describe it. It was like I’d lost control of my bodily functions, right as I felt the most perfect of pleasure rush through me. My cunt snapped down and then convulsed so wildly, something came gushing out, splattering the leather as he launched himself at me. I was forced down on the pommel horse, his suit rubbing against my skin as his teeth found my throat.
“Mine,” was all the warning I got before his jaw snapped down.
I didn’t care anymore,about my body or his, about the boardroom or the house or even the damn birds I could hear singing outside the window. All there was this. Him, that came rushing in, a fierce feeling of protectiveness that let me know exactly how his beast would relate to me. Tobias the man and the wolf would fight down anything and anyone, just for a taste of this.
For a taste of me.
Frankly, the bliss that followed humbled me.
The world went fuzzy, then hazy after that, until I heard his voice.
“There she is.”
I blinked and saw Beau standing there, staring down at me with a bottle of water in hand, and suddenly, I was so damn thirsty. I shifted slightly, something that drew a hiss from Tobias.
“Grab that remote control will you?” he asked his brother, and Beau returned with it, turning that bloody buzzing off and just leaving them. A water bottle was pressed to my lips, and I sucked it down, but mostly it was them.
“Endorphins—they can be like smack rushing through our systems,” Scar had told me. “Many street drugs are an easier way to get the same effect, with potentially problematic consequences, but when you’re flying high on them, there’s nothing like it.”