“Beau…”
My eyes flicked open, and he nodded in approval.
“You took that so well. A bit more of a stretch.” He tapped at the plug base and watched me squirm. “Now it’s time to come, love.”
“Yes…yes…”
He settled down between my legs, flicking his tongue across my clit. I wanted it, the pleasure that was surely coming, coiling between my legs, awaiting Beau’s call. I wanted him burying his face in me, groaning out his pleasure as he sucked on my clit. I even wanted the persistent buzz of the vibe inside me, reminding me of what I had and what I still needed, and the solid lump of the plug. Beau’s hands moved restively now, teasing each one of them in and out of me as I got closer and closer. When I came, though, it was just the beginning, I knew that. I gasped out one pant after another in the cool London hotel room, the wintery sun beating down on us like a mild benediction, until finally, I was coming to pieces.
Now I needed Beau to put me back together.
“Mm…that hit you hard.” The vibe was pulled free and tossed onto the bed once it was turned off, his fingers teasing the place it had just been. “How about I push these in and see if I can make you squirt?”
“No, Beau, please…”
I broke the hold of the cuffs and reached for him, pulling him down onto top of me and just holding him there. For a moment, all we could do was listen to each other’s frantic heartbeats and breaths.
“Beau, I need—”
“I know what you need, omega.”
“No, I need—”
“I know.”
He stared down at me then, propped up on one arm that vibrated with the effort, his mouth open to reveal his fangs.
“You need me.” I nodded furiously. “You need to be as full of me as my heart is of you.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then my lips. “I’ll always give you everything you need, Sage. You only have to ask.”
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He’d strewn sex toys and aids all over the bed, but right now, they were superfluous. What I needed couldn’t be bought in a shop or activated with batteries. He collected me up into his arms, holding me straddling his thighs as I felt the head of his cock nudge my entrance.
“Yes…” I breathed that out, my spine going loose as I sank down, feeling the most delicious of stretches.
“Fuck, Sage…” He sounded destroyed, traumatised almost, but when I opened my eyes, they gazed deep into mine. “You feel so fucking good, love. Take more, love.” I made a little bouncing movement, which provoked a deep groan from him. “That’s it, baby. Work yourself on my cock, up and down, until…”
Beau might have been willing to be patient about this, but the wolf? He snarled at me, grabbing my shoulders, and shoved me down. I gasped as I felt him drive deep, my cunt flexing and twitching in response to the sudden intrusion, but not from pain. I could feel that deep glow of pleasure spark to life at this, one that would only grow the further we went. I gripped his shoulders tight, my nails turning to claws as I ground myself down.
“Fuck, yes, Sage. Fuck… You feel so fucking good. Just like that. That’s it. You’re taking me, sucking me in. I just want to bury myself inside you and never fucking come out until…”
We didn’t make a sound when he forced his knot in, just letting whatever this was sink in, but while the humans might need time, the wolves didn’t. My mouth opened because I could feel a hunger there, my teeth aching with it. I didn’t call his name or ask for what I needed, because he knew, I knew.
“I’ll love you forever,” he told me. “From now until the end of time, there’ll only be one woman for me—you, Sage, always you.”
We kissed then, slowly and with a kind of fragility, right before the storm began to build, because kissing meant moving, and I felt him, felt the plug shift with me, reminding me I had a body. When he kissed me, stroked me, held me close and locked tight in his arms, I was reminded I had a mate. So to meet both of them head-on, I began to move more deliberately, testing the knot that tied us together by pulling away as far as I could go before slamming back down again. Apart and together, apart and together, we moved with a rollicking rhythm until we reached the point where we’d never be apart again.
“Sage!”
He clutched me tight as my cunt snapped down, squeezing his knot with all its worth as ecstasy raged inside me, triggering his own. He said my name one more time, almost in question, before he struck. He buried his fangs in my flesh, imprinting me, forcing my body to mark the incredible sweetness of this pleasure and be doomed to feel its echo over and over each time one of them touched it. I panted out my response, and then my teeth locked down on him, marking this perfect man as mine indelibly.
A quiet fell over us afterwards, one punctuated by tiny, tiny kisses, just little grazing touches, checking in with the other person and soaking in their presence, but Beau could never just let things settle. His hand slid down between us, the very fingertips grazing my clit.
“This is why I spend so much time training you to keep coming. You need to milk my knot dry before I can pull free of you, and I have a long, pampering day set up for you tomorrow. You can come again, can’t you, omega? Give that to your alpha.”
His voice wavered on the words, because even though he’d said similar things before, this time…he was my alpha. He always had been, I’d just needed to get to the point where I could let him in, and now he was, as deep as any man had ever been. I was full of him, the deep satisfaction at this bond, full of my alpha. So I leaned over and kissed him and then worked to give him what he needed.
Several days later.