Page 41 of His Prodigal Alpha

Suddenly, I had even more reason to be glad for the Shifters Sanctuary pack. Together, we’d keep Damon safe. We’d keep all the vulnerable people here safe.

Chapter Eleven – Damon

Rex drove me home after the Christmas party became subdued, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that his protective instincts were in overdrive. From his eyes darting towards every shadow that moved, to the possessive hand on my back as we walked from the truck to the apartment building, the tension was vibrating within him.

“We’re okay,” I assured him as he led me into my apartment, even as he turned to lock the door and draw the chain across as well. I placed my hand on his bicep. “Rex, we’re not in danger right now.”

He spun around to face me so abruptly that I stumbled back a few steps. The expression on his face was the most serious I’d ever seen there. “I don’t think you understand what I’m feelin’ right now,” he said, and I could tell he was choosing his words and tone carefully. He rubbed at his chest. “Just the thought of somethin’ happening to you —to our son— because of what I am…” Pausing, he shook his head and took a steadying breath. “We’re takin’ things at your pace, Damon,but that doesn’t change the way I care about you.”

I swallowed convulsively, turned on by the steel in his voice. The timing was inappropriate, considering what we were discussing, but damn I did love an older man who could take charge of me…when I allowed it, of course.

“I care about you, too,” I admitted, a little afraid to reveal that much. But, honestly, if he hadn’t worked it out over the past couple of weeks of us dating, then he was an idiot. “And if those cult people come for you like they came for Beck…” I shuddered.

From what I knew of Ollie and Beck’s story, I knew I wouldn’t cope if the Moonmusic people got their hands on Rex. He couldn’t even shift yet!

“We’re gonna keep each other safe, kitten.” Rex’s answer was everything I needed to hear. I hadn’t even realized how tense I was until his firm assurance washed over me.

And, man, it was so stupidly hot that he included me in the equation. It wasn’t just the big, macho alpha protecting his helpless pregnant partner. It was that he saw us as equals in this mess, looking out for each other.

I squirmed in place, feeling myself slick up some more.

“You okay, darlin’?” His piercing blue gaze swept over me. Even though we were in the safety of my room, it was obvious that he was still on edge, determined to fight off even an invisible foe.

I smothered a snicker of amusement. The only foe here was my hormone imbalance.

But, fuck, his sudden confidence and possessive vibes were really doing it for me.

“I’m good,” the words came out a bit breathy and I squirmed again as he raised an eyebrow in silent question. “Just…finding this whole…” I waved my hand over his form —back straightened, shoulders broad, expression stony— and sighed, “alphavibesuper attractive right now.”

Rex’s eyes shone with understanding and then turned darker with lust. His voice dipped lower, “That your way of tellin’ me you need me right now, kitten?”

It was like we’d been transported back to the night we met. He was confident and assertive back then, too. It was like he had instinctively known which buttons to press and when to back off.

“Fuck yes.”

All thoughts and talk about the threat from Morstein and his people ceased to exist and Rex dropped his lips to mine, kissing me hungrily. It was exactly what I needed. Sure, I loved it when he was soft and gentle, too, treating me with a respect and patience that nobody else ever had. But I also needed this side of him: unbridled, dominating, wild.

We moved the short distance to the couch, shedding our clothes with abandon along the way. At first I assumed Rex was going to bend me over the armrest, but he sat down and turned me to face the tv, nudging my legs apart.

“Gonna make sure you’re ready for me, darlin’,” he said, then gently bent me forward, holding me steady with one big hand while the other parted my cheeks.

I could see us in the reflection of the blackened tv screen, and worked out Rex’s intentions only moments before I felt the first burst of his warm, moist breath over my dripping hole.

“So slick for me,” he murmured appreciatively, before bringing the flat of his tongue to my rim.

I can’t even describe the sound I made, but if Rex hadn’tbeen holding me in place, I would have fallen forward.

He licked at me with long, firm laps of his tongue until I was almost sobbing, and then he changed tactics and speared the talented muscle inside me, making me cry out in ecstasy. “Fuck, Rex,more!”

My hands scrabbled back to grip at his where they were holding my hips, and I rocked back and forth on his tongue, fucking myself on it over and over again to the sounds of his appreciative moans. My dick was hard and leaking, begging for attention, and I knew that I must be practically drowning Rex with my slick. But, the more aroused I got, the more intense the thrusts of his tongue became, and I could only assume he was enjoying himself just as much as I was.

Then, just as I was on the precipice of orgasm, he pulled back. I whined, “Nooo,” pushing backwards in his hold.

Rex chuckled. He flexed his fingers on my hips and kissed my ass cheeks teasingly. “Need more, baby?”

“You know I do.”

I was pouting and he leaned to the side to grin at me in the reflection of the TV screen. “I’ve got you, kitten, I promise.”

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