Page 65 of His Prodigal Alpha

And it really, truly did.

Epilogue – Damon

“On your knees.”

They were my favorite three little words, especially when drawled out by my sexy mate. I scrambled to obey.

Ollie and Beck were looking after Cam overnight, with the tradeoff being that Rex and I would form part of the guard for the kids and other vulnerable shifters during the following night’s pack run, and I was taking full advantage of a childfree night at home.

Kneeling naked on the bed, already gagged and blindfolded, and holding a bell in my hand in case I needed to safe word, I was practically vibrating with desperate excitement already.

I could hear Rex’s quiet movements around the side of the bed, but I couldn’t see him. Through the bond, I could feel his answering enjoyment of this scene, though.

There was something equal parts arousing and relaxing in letting Rex tie me up. Sometimes, we went with basic bondage, but when we got the chance, I loved letting him decoratemy body in intricate shibari patterns before rendering me immobile and fucking me senseless.

With Cam staying at Beck and Ollie’s, this was one of those times.

The silken shibari rope caressed my heated flesh as Rex began the first tie of the night, wrapping around my chest. I tried to follow his slow, deliberate movements, picturing the design in my head. As he crisscrossed over my shoulders and around my pecs, weaving decorative knots, I guessed it was a diamond chest harness – one of my favorite shibari patterns to look at.

Once finished with my chest, he repeated a similar pattern around my waist, down over my abdomen and then framing my crotch. I was leaking slick down the insides of my thighs, but with the tightening rope surrounding my cock and balls, I was achingly hard and leaking precum, too.

Through it all, I kept as silent as possible, made easier to achieve with the gag in my mouth. But, even so, I was still vibrating out of my skin with the need to see Rex’s artwork. He was a master with rope, after all.

Cowboys and rope, I thought happily,a match made in heaven.

“Good boy,” Rex said when he finished tying the last of the knots. “I think you deserve a reward.”

I whimpered as he removed the gag from my mouth, but instead of taking away my blindfold, he ran the sticky, blood-hot head of his cock over my lips. I sucked him into my mouth greedily, delighting in his resulting moan, and in the way his fingers carded through my hair, holding my head in place.

“That’s it, kitten. Fuck, just like that.”

I sucked and licked and bobbed my head as though this prize would be taken from me at any second. Knowing Rex, it justmight.

I could feel more of my slick trickling down the insides of my thighs, my arousal incited by the pleasure I could feel through the bond. Rex’s pleasure, which I was responsible for.

When he pulled away, I whined in protest.

He chuckled. “Hold on, darlin’. I want you to see how beautiful you are.”

The fingers in my hair moved to pull the blindfold up and off my head. I blinked a bit to adjust to the low light of the room again, and then looked towards the mirrored wardrobe doors, directly across the room from the foot of the bed.

He was right; I did look damn good all trussed up in his decorative bondage.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he murmured, then took hold of my wrists and brought them behind my back.

My cock jerked and dribbled with anticipation.

Yes.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of completely submitting as Rex tied my wrists together, then my ankles, then the two separate ties as one. I was hogtied while kneeling, and I couldn’t even be bothered snarking about a cowboy’s choice to hogtie his partner, because it felt too damn good.

Then it gotbetter.

After reclining on the bed, Rex used his alpha strength to manhandle me until I was straddling his lap, the latex-covered tip of his cock teasing at my slick hole. He held me steady by my hips and thrust into me, causing us to both cry out at the sensations of ecstasy zipping through the bond on feedback loop. He held me in place as he rocked up into me, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking.

Flesh slapping flesh, the wet sound of my slick squelchingaround his cock, our panted breaths and quiet groans…it was nothing short of perfect. I couldn’t move my hands or legs, and my head was floaty from just how cherished I felt.

“I’m…I’m gonna come…” I warned him as the building pleasure became almost unbearable. I knew he could feel the tightening coil of pending release through the bond, but I couldn’t help babbling anyway. “Rex…please…right there…” I tried to bounce in place andoh, God, yes!

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