Page 31 of The Alpha's Surrogate

“Hey,” he said quietly, kissing her. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, hm?” He kissed her again and led his hands up her thighs. She reached for his jeans again and this time he let her.

She undid the zipper and pushed the jeans down his waist. Her hand felt cold as it grabbed his hardness and her shocked gasp amused him. “Wow,” she mused. “Was it always this…big?”

Callahan smiled and picked her up, steadying her legs inside the crook of his arms. Josie reached for his shaft and guided it slowly inside her. She let out a soft cry as it buried deep inside her, all the way to the hilt.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest. She was tight and he filled her completely. The tightness and wetness of her was enough to drive Callahan crazy.

His thrusts were gentle and slow. He carried her easily, moving her gently along the length of his hardness. Her tears were hot on his chest, and her muffled cries filled him with fire. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her was beautiful music to his ears.

Deep, satisfied moans rolled out from him, mixing with Josie’s soft cries in a beautiful symphony. His arms started to burn from the effort and his thighs screamed in pain, but he ignored them. No pain was so intense for him to want to quit this.

For the first time in a month, he wasn’t dreaming anymore. He was awake, and this was real. Josie wanted him too, and that made everything twice as good. He moved faster despite the pain in his thighs, and Josie’s quiet moans turned into loud, wailing cries.

She cursed like a sailor, and he could swear he’d never heard her use such language before. And then she started to scream. Callahan was certain she could be heard in town. He ripped in and out of her with smooth strokes, smashing against her walls as he did so.

Her nails dug even deeper into his back and sweat mixed with blood, making it sting. She was leaving scars faster than he could heal, but he didn’t mind. He could take it. Just as she was taking it.

He felt her walls tighten, and her body went rigid. Her arms tightened like a vise around his neck and his shaft suffered worse inside her. It took everything inside him to stay upright—the pain was blinding and he squeezed his eyes shut as sweat poured down his head.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she released, shuddering violently as she did so. She spasmed and twitched, and made inhuman sounds, and then she went lax, like a doll.

Callahan was breathless, his heart slamming into his ribcage. He’d never witnessed anything so intense before, and he didn’t have the words to explain it. He shuffled slowly toward the living room, his jeans still bunched around his ankles.

His thighs screamed with every step he took, and his arms were numb with pain. He set Josie down gently on the couch, and slid out of her. A warm trickle poured out of her in his wake, soaking the cushion under her.

He sat heavily beside her prone body and drew in a ragged breath. He felt the muscles of his arms and legs knitting themselves together. For a long time, all he did was breathe slowly. There was a wild storm raging inside him, and he fought to bring it under control.

“Where the hell did that come from?” Josie asked in a shaky voice. Her voice soothed him, stilling the storm inside him. She stretched a foot and set it on his legs. “That was amazing.”

He didn’t know what to say to that. “Are you okay?” He knew he’d worked her hard, and to her credit, she’d taken it better than he could have expected.

“I feel great,” she said in the same shaky voice. “Although I do feel like someone has been poking inside me with a chainsaw.”

He laughed. “Ouch. I’m sorry.”

She smirked. “Why? I don’t remember complaining.” She fell quiet for a moment. “You’re so kind. You don’t want to offend me, you don’t want to hurt me. You treat me like I’m a spooked little bird who will fly away if you move too quickly.” Her tone wasn’t accusatory—she sounded like she was speaking more to herself than to him.

She was right, of course. About everything. Everything he’d done and said since meeting her again, he’d done intentionally. She was a spooked little bird, but she didn’t know it.

She thought she wanted him to push more, but what she didn’t know was that she would disappear if he did so. He knew it and it killed him. Having her close was better than not having her at all. He’d come to accept that, even though he knew she would never understand.

“Don’t you go brooding on me,” she said, sitting up. She groaned softly and he reached for her. She slapped his hand away, smiling. “I’m fine, Callahan. My insides are just…well, you know.”

She moved closer to him and kissed him. He leaned back on the arm of the couch so she could lie on top of him. He ran his fingers through her hair gently, straightening out the tangles in it.

She kissed him again and wrapped a hand around his shaft. It was still rock-hard. She broke the kiss and looked up at him. “You didn’t finish?” He shook his head. She smiled and shook her head. “You never push…”

She moved on the couch and settled her head on his lap. She held his hardness delicately, like a piece of fine china. He tilted his head over the back of the couch in anticipation and let out a soft moan as her fingers tightened around his cock.

Her mouth was cold and lovely as she took him inside her. He ran a hand gently through her hair and sighed with relief. Josie made erotic sounds that mingled with the slurping noises as her mouth worked.

She clearly knew what she was doing, and had gotten better with time. That wasn’t surprising. Callahan had picked up a thing or two along the way himself.

He was thinking too much. He emptied his thoughts, focusing only on Josie’s wet mouth wrapped around his shaft.

He shut his eyes and fell into a trance. He was awake, but his mind had traveled far away. He could feel nothing except Josie’s mouth and the sweet music it was making. His toes curled as she fumbled with his sack, toying gently with his marbles.

His breathing became fast and ragged, and his body went tight as a spring. Josie squeezed his shaft and sucked dangerously on the tip. The action drove him wild and he squeezed her hair rougher than he planned to.

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