Page 56 of Sold to the Alphas

Of course, it was ridiculous. It had been a mistake. I knew that. I wouldn’t apologize for being in the way of August’s claws, though, because Mily would have suffered in my stead if I hadn’t been there. That was an outcome that would have been unacceptable to me, and the injury I had to heal from was going to be a reminder to each of the alphas that there wasnothingI wasn’t willing to do for my sister.

But it wasn’t Marshall’s fault, and I wouldn’t make him feel bad about it.

I nodded, and I leaned close, gently breathing on the head of his cock. “I know, Marshall. I understand.”

Then I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and he let out a low groan as I flicked my tongue against the slit there, testing his responses.

I took my time exploring him. His girth stretched my lips to their capacity, and my jaw started aching almost as soon as I took hislength all the way into my mouth, as far as it would go. Of course, I couldn’t fit his entire length, but that was okay. I kept my hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, and his soft grunts and moans were all the encouragement I needed to keep up my teasing and playing, stroking his shaft with my lips and tongue and enjoying how much harder his cock got with each soft touch.

“You’re so fucking good at that, baby,” Marshall finally rasped. His hand had found its way into my hair, and his fingers flexed against the back of my head as I pulled away, his cock slipping free of my lips with a soft ‘pop.’

I grinned up at him smugly. “I’ll be better with practice. You’ll just have to suffer while I learn.”

He chuckled, and his fingers tugged on my hair, carefully pulling me up until I was straddling his hips, our faces level.

“I’m sure I can suffer through your practice sessions if I really have to,” he murmured, his voice teasing, his eyes gleaming contentedly.

Then he kissed me, and god, I was wet. Sucking his cock had gotten me almost as wet as being touched did, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against the shaft of his cock, the friction making my clit sing. Marshall growled against my lips, and I nipped at him before I reached under myself and positioned him at my entrance, pulling away just enough that I could look him in the eye.

“Okay?” I asked softly, because he was always so thoughtful to check in with me before we had sex, and I was going to offer the same courtesy and respect to him. Every. Time.

“Yes, of course,” he breathed.

Then we let out twin moans as I started to seat myself on his cock. The blunt head stretched me almost uncomfortably wide, the way slick enough from my arousal, and I slowly worked my way up and down his cock until the head was all the way in, and the pressure eased some.

Marshall was watching me with a soft expression of reverence on his face, and I whimpered softly as I slowly worked my way down his shaft. He was so fuckingbig, and this time there were no other alphas to distract me from the way he stretched me wide and deep and turned my insides all the way out.

“Fuck, Alpha,” I managed, my voice tight.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he immediately soothed. His hands found my hips, and he helped me, gently rocking me back and forth so that I took more of him inside me, a little bit at a time. “There you go. Good girl. You’re such a good omega for me, sweetheart. God, you feel so fucking good.”

He continued the soft encouragement until he was all the way inside me, and then I started to roll my hips slowly. His cock rubbed up against my G-spot with each roll of my hips, and my eyes slid into the back of my head at the pleasure of it, my hands planted on his chest to give me a little more leverage.

“Fuck, there you go,” Marshall breathed. “Take what you need from me, baby. Take whatever you fucking want.”

The surrender in his voice nearly broke me, and I tipped my head back so I could watch him from under half-lidded eyes as I began to ride him in earnest. In the back of my head, I wonderedif I would be able to keep riding him—or any of them, really—like this as my pregnancy advanced.

Just as quickly, though, I shut the thought into a box at the back of my mind where I could examine it later. I didn’t want anything ruining this moment between Marshall and me, let alone any thoughts of reality.

Marshall waited until I was panting and whimpering out my pleasure with each grinding thrust of my hips, and then his fingers tightened on my hips, and he started to give as good as I took. He thrust up, meeting me every time I ground down, and the new pressure tore a desperate, helpless whine from my lips.

“Alpha, please...” I begged, babbling helplessly as I started to properlyfuckhim.

Marshall’s expression was tight, and I could tell he was riding the very edge of his self-control. Good. I wanted him to fall over into oblivion with me.

His cock twitched inside me, and I clamped down on him, riding him harder and leaning down so that we were chest to chest and face to face. Our breaths mingled in the small space between us, and his scent filled my nose, making me clench down on his cock and drive myself closer to orgasm.

“I want to feel you come inside me,” I whimpered. “Please, Marshall. Help me forget. Make me feel something.”

Then I sealed our lips together, and Marshall’s low growl was a balm to my terrified nerves. He fucked up into me harder, taking over the rhythm of our interaction, and all I could do was cling to him as his cock twitched and throbbed inside of me, and heshoved both of us closer to orgasm. The pleasure of his cock grinding up against my G-spot with each thrust eradicated every thought from my mind, and there was only me and my alpha and this beautiful, quiet moment between the two of us where nothing else mattered.

“I’m close, baby,” he growled. “I want you to come with me. Can you do that for me? Can you squeeze this perfect pussy around my cock and help me forget, too? God, I need you, Elisabed, please...”

It was the way that he begged me that shoved me over the edge. He slammed home, and I gasped before I let out a low wail at the orgasm that wracked my body suddenly and completely. I slammed our lips together in an aggressive kiss, and his fingers dug into my hips as he thrust into me a few more times before he stiffened and fell over the edge himself.

I knew that there would be bruises on my hips the next day from the way he was holding me so tightly, but I didn’t care. I wanted them. Ineededthem. The reminder of this moment between the two of us was something I would hold precious, especially in the coming days, which I could already tell would challenge us.

I fairly collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me as the two of us panted in the aftermath of our orgasms. His hands stroked tenderly up and down my back, and I listened to the thump of his heart under my cheek, letting my own heart rate settle before I carefully rolled to the side and snuggled up against him.

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