Page 78 of Rut Bar

She makes a noise of appreciation in the back of her throat as she drags her nails through the dark hair on my chest and wiggles until her center rubs against my morning stiff cock. It thumps to life when her hot, slick core slides against it. There’s a desperate edge to her movements as she moves her hips and twists her tongue around mine. As if she can’t wait another moment to have me in her. When she fumbles for my cock, I grab her hips and lift her to help her get a better angle.

Veronica sinks onto me, and I groan. She sighs as her tight, wet heat envelops me. Her hands cover mine as she traps them on her hips and tosses her hair out of her face, her eyes sliding shut and her teeth cutting into her lip again as she rides me.

The others stir awake beside us, but all they do is watch as she gyrates, her hips making circles that do nothing for me but seem to do a whole hell of a lot for her. I don’t mind letting her use my cock for her pleasure, not when she makes those whimpers of delight.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so big,” she says as she drops her hands to my chest for leverage so she can lift herself up only to come back down. Her movements get frantic. Choppy. As if she’s racing to a finish line and can’t wait to get there.

From the way her brow pinches and she winces, I worry that I’mtoobig. That we didn’t spend enough time warming her up. If she’s struggling to take my cock, she’s not going to handle my knot unless she’s all slicked up in a full-blown bout of heat delirium.

“Stop, sweetheart. You’re wincing. What’s the rush?” I grab her hips and make her go still, then set her back to her grinding. She liked that.

“I want to remember our first time, and I might not if…”

If she’s in the throes of it.So she’s trying to take my cock without being fully aroused yet, because her arousal might trigger her heat. The logic is sound, but it’s crazy. My cock loses interest at the thought of her not being fully into this. Into me.

I pin her hips so they’re still as my softening cock threatens to slip out of her. “I don’t fully understand, sweetheart, but I’d like to. Can you walk me through it?”

She frowns and looks away. “It has a way of making me want things I might not normally enjoy.”

Me. I’m the thing she might not normally enjoy.Yeah, that does it.My cock completely deflates.

We pushed her too hard, too fast. I should never have come. She knows Anthony and Jamie. Me? I’m practically a total stranger. I’m damaged goods, and she’s already got an alpha. A younger one who isn’t crippled whenever it rains. Of course she changed her mind the first time she surfaced for air. Hormones aren’t love, and a scent match doesn’t guarantee a happily ever after.

My chest pinches as I wrap my arms around her and roll us onto our sides. And then I do the hardest thing ever—I let her go. My alpha instincts roar at me to flip her onto her belly and make her want us, to prove my worth in the only way it knows how.

But I’m better than that. Being an alpha isn’t about strength, or violence, or rutting. It’s about family. Providing for them. Sheltering them. And sometimes that means protecting them from yourself.

I won’t make her ask me to leave. That’s one indignity I can spare her from. “I see.” When I pull away from her and roll to slide out of bed, she stops me by grabbing my arm.

“Wait, are you leaving? Because I won’t… Really?” She sounds hurt, which makes me frown and glance back at her and search her face for answers.

Anthony groans and throws an arm over his eyes. “Baby, it’s too early for all this angst. Brendan, dude, sit the fuck down. She’s not telling you to get the fuck out. She’s saying she wants to top you until the heat hits her and it makes her want to bottom again. If you don’t wanna do it, then roll her over to Jamie.”

Anthony sighs like he’s weary. “Can I go the fuck back to sleep now? Jesus Christ.” He rolls over and buries his face in the pillow and mumbles something insensible.

I look at Veronica for confirmation, but she refuses to look me in the eye and her cheeks are pink. “Really? Is that all?” I ask her.

“I want the first time I remember to be my way,” she mutters.

My lips curl as I lie back down and hook my arm around her hips. “Sweetheart, if you want to ride my cock, I won’t complain. Come here.” Before she can get too awkward and self conscious about it, I pull her into my side and claim her lips.

It doesn’t take long for our sweet kisses to turn deeper. Desperate. While her tongue explores my mouth and twists with mine, I run my hands over her. She’s curved in all the right places, but she could be softer. Anthony’s not making her eat enough. Her nipples are taut nubs and I play with them before sliding lower and teasing her between her legs.

She moans into my mouth when I work a finger between her folds and rub her dampening slit. Her hips and tongue make a matching rhythm as she thrusts her slippery pussy against my hand. I press my middle finger in and find her clit. She moans into my mouth. Her rubbing gets faster. Desperate.

What a way to wake up. If I woke up to her like this every single day, I’d never have a bad day again.

Veronica whimpers against my lips, then breaks our kiss and presses her forehead to mine. She’s breathing hard, and her hips jerk as she tries to find what her body craves most. To be filled. Friction.

On her next slide, I push lower until I find her slick hole and press in. She arches against me, her nails digging into my shoulder as she tilts her body to take my finger deeper. Each thrust makes her slicker. Readies her for me. I add a second and pump them deeper in a pantomime of fucking, and then I scissor them apart and stretch her.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she groans as she rides my hand. “I need you inside me.”

A deep, rumbling purr breaks loose in my chest as my heart stutters at her words. She needs me.Me.“Then have me, sweetheart.”

As if that’s all she was waiting for, she crawls over me, her movements knocking my hand away. I cup her thigh to steady her as she mounts me and grabs my cock like she owns it.

After this, she probably does.

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