Page 104 of Packed Up In Vegas

“It’s not too fast?” he asked, droplets of water hanging on the tips of his hair as he stared down at me.

“If anything, it’s not fast enough. Take your time, though, if you need to.”

Miles laughed quietly. “I feel like you might burst if I actually took my time. I’ll go the speed you want for now, and I’ll take my time later when we’ve worn off the edge of your need.”

“What about your need?”

He kissed me, slow and deep, before smiling at me. “That’s going to be taken care of in about five seconds.”

I shifted to get into position, holding my breath as Miles lined up his cock. I’d been ready for him all day, slick practically dripping from me, my pussy eager to get an alpha inside me. This alpha in particular.

Miles fucked in slowly, easing every inch and watching my reaction the entire time. Keeping eye contact with him was a struggle when all I wanted to do was close my eyes and throw my head back. He was just a touch thicker than the others, stretching me so perfectly. I adjusted quickly with a fresh surge of slick, my heels pushing against his ass to encourage him to keep going.

This time when he kissed me, it was a dazed tangle of tongues.

“I knew the moment I felt you it was all over for me,” he whispered against my lips. His smile was soft when he got far away enough for me to see it. “You’re going to have to let me move if you want me to fuck you.”

With a whimper I adjusted my legs so they were around his waist instead of keeping him exactly where he was.

“That’s my good girl.”

His next thrust had me seeing stars. Like a treasure hunt, Miles’s cock sought out each spot that would send me over the edge, every drag and thrust unraveling me until I could hardly think and barely breathe with how hard I was shaking.

“How am I supposed to last onstage when you feel this fucking spectacular?”

Then his teeth were on my throat and I erupted. My vision slid to black as Miles kicked off my orgasm, overwhelming sparks of sensation triggering like dominoes tipping over. His hips stuttered and he fucked deep, holding still to wait out the wave. My pussy clenched on him so hard it was probably for the best not to try to move.

“Knot?” I asked between gasping breaths when I finally started to surface.

“All in good time,” Miles promised.

I moaned when he pulled back, feeling every inch of his cock leaving my body. “No.” I tried to keep him where he was, but my legs felt like they were made of jelly.

“I’m just changing positions. I noticed something in this room that will be extra fun for both of us.”

Miles rearranged me and I found myself face-to-face with my own reflection.

“I did tell you I was a fan of watching,” he said, another soft smile gracing his lips. “No reason I can’t enjoy having you and watching you at the same time.”

He pulled me up so my back was to his chest, his hands snaking up my body to cup my breasts. My lips parted in a quiet gasp when he teased my nipples.

“Perfection,” Miles purred in my ear. “Look at that beautiful face, losing yourself to pleasure.” Miles took his sweet time exploring my skin, at least until he noticed the slick dripping down my thighs. “All that for me?”

“Yes,” I whined.

One hand moved up while the other descended, his fingers carefully cradling my throat to keep me looking at the reflection while he slid through my folds to rub circles on my clit. My eyes were so wide, looking back at me. I had never watched myself before, and it was hotter than I’d expected. Miles looked wildly smug and satisfied as he coaxed more pitiful sounds out of me with his slow teasing.

“Miles, I want you to fuck me.”

“I will. Let me play with you first.”

I whimpered when he slid one finger inside me. It wasn’t nearly enough and I rocked helplessly against his hand, seeking more than he was willing to give me right now.

“I’ve seen you desperate,” he said roughly in my ear, “but having you desperate for me is a whole new sort of pleasure. Do you know how jealous I was, watching my pack have you?”

“You could have, fuck—” I broke off when he added another finger. “You could’ve had me anytime, Miles.”

“Not during your heat. Damn near killed me when you asked for me, and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it.”

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