Page 63 of His Prodigal Alpha

Oh, yeah. Sex.

Sex with Damon.

Fuck, had I missed sex with Damon.

“The baby…” I protested, looking at the monitor as though our beautiful —but potentially evil if his sleep schedule was any indication— child would wake up at any second.

Damon laughed and climbed onto the bed beside me, sliding beneath the covers before reaching for my hardening cock. “I just put him down. He’ll be good for a couple of hours.”

With his hand squeezing me through the thin cotton of my underwear, I caught maybe five words of that. Not that I had any plans to argue with him. “Fuck, kitten…” I bucked my hips. I flashed back to the last time we’d had sex and almost whined. “Please don’t tell me you need me to tie you up tonight. I don’t have the patience.”

I’d promised him we’d experiment more with rope play after the baby was born, but there was no way I’d hold out to do it right. Not at that moment.

Damon chuckled and the sound went straight to my dick. “We’ll need to get Beck and Ollie to babysit if we wanna do that,” he said, and I ignored the stab of anxiety at the thought of handing our son over to someone else for a night. “Tonight,” he continued, whispering sensually and mouthing at my neck, “I just want you inside me. I need your knot, alpha.”

I’ve never scrambled to get naked so fast in my whole damn life.

“On your back, darlin’,” I instructed, having avery clear idea of how I wanted this to go down, so to speak. “Let me take care of you.”

With the exception of that last time, where his legs had been tied and splayed out, or the few times he had ridden me with his belly in between us, we’d never made love face-to-face before. That was what my alpha was demanding I do, and I was going to take my time worshipping Damon the way I should have when I first met him. I’d thought he deserved more than a quick bathroom fuck at the time, and now I was going to make up for that.

The heat in Damon’s gaze softened into affection, even though his eyes still burned with lust, and he lay back on his pillow. “Yes, alpha,” he answered teasingly.

Fuck, but he had to know that it went straight to my cock when he did that.

I kissed him deeply, showing him with my actions how I felt for him when I still couldn’t quite say the words.

“Rex…” he breathed my name against my lips when we parted for air, and the words tumbled out anyway.

“I love you.”

There was a moment of stunned silence and then he grinned, grabbed my face in his hands and tugged me down for another deep, delicious kiss. “I love you, too,” he whispered afterwards, the confession ghosting over my skin in the scant space between us. “Now, please, get inside me.”

“Not yet.”

“Wh—”

I cut off his question with another kiss, then pulled back to pepper more down his cheeks, his neck, his chest, and his abdomen. His breathing hitched when I got to his leaking erection, and I didn’t waste any time sucking him into mymouth from tip to root.

His ecstatic cry was cut off and muffled as he grabbed for my pillow and held it over his face, making me chuckle around his dick. That made him moan and writhe some more. It was glorious.

While he mewled and complained into my pillow, I continued to suck, then brought my fingers to his slick hole. He was almost as wet at the day we’d met, practically dripping for me, and I moaned to find him so ready and aroused.

“Mmphk mmmmee,” he begged, still trying to keep his sounds muffled with the pillow over his face.

I smirked and slowly pulled off from his cock. “What was that, kitten?”

He yanked the pillow from his face and hit me with it. “I said fuck me, damn it.”

“Ask nicely, darlin’.” I pumped my fingers in and out of him, watching as he threw his head back and bit back another moan. “Say ‘please, alpha’ like a good boy.”

The gush of extra slick coating my fingers told me that he liked that as much as I did.

“Please, alpha,” he repeated, rocking his hips. “Please. I need your knot.”

“Good boy,” I repeated as I withdrew my fingers, sucking the slick from them while he watched, open-mouthed. I crawled into position over him, then froze as the baby monitor caught my eye.

“He’s still asleep,” Damon huffed impatiently.

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