Page 70 of Mating at Midnight: Book 1

“That’s two,” Braxton tallies, standing. “Which leaves me with one more.”

I’m so spent, I can’t coherently calculate the numbers. Hell, if he said it was fifty, my ass would have agreed.

Braxton steps in between my legs, holding his monster of a cock in his hand. I bite my bottom lip as he slowly and methodically drags the bulbous head from the top of my clit to my waterfall. I hiss as he enters me, stretching my walls.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my dick,” Braxton moans once he’s fully buried inside of me. “Nyah,” he shouts as Iconstrict my muscles. “You’re going to pay for that,” he promises before demonstrating to me why he is my Alpha.

Braxton’s nails, which I can only assume has turned into claws, dig into my skin as he works my vagina over. I should grab his wrists to stop the onslaught, but it’s feeling so good, I would be depriving myself.

Just as things were getting good, and I’m ready to let orgasm number three take me to the world beyond, Braxton withdraws my happy manipulation. He chuckles as I give him the death look as he continues to stimulate me by doing the same ministrations but just enough to take me over the edge. He slows down.

“Braxton,” I plead, ready to be put out of my misery.

“No,” Braxton growls. “I told you three, and three is what I’m going to get.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as his tempo goes from one hundred to off the scale. My mouth hangs open. I can’t say if anything is coming out, but when Braxton connects with my sweet spot, I know the words,“You better not stop,”leaves me.

With his wolf’s eyes dancing in front of me, Braxton says, “I don’t plan to.”

Chapter 38

Braxton

I don’t know how I went so many years not thinking that the women I used to lay with satisfied me. I know now that none of them could ever compare to my mate. None has ever made my wolf try to break lose while fucking and to feel him just under my skin, lets me know, there is no turning back for us. Nyah and I are a complete package. I will start World War III to keep her by my side.

“Braxton,” Nyah whimpers, digging her nails into my forearms then moving to my back as she constricts her walls around my shaft.

A sadistic smile forms as her nails break skin.

“Fuck,” I hiss, rotating my hips to make sure my pelvic area hits her clit every time I surge forward.

For maximum penetration, I push Nyah’s legs back as far as they will go. Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers and wildly kiss her, while fucking her harder. Nyah moans against my lips before biting the bottom and drawing blood. The coppery taste fills our mouths as the kiss becomes feral.

I released a deep growl as I fuck her like a mad man. The wet sound of my dick moving in and out of her canal sounds like the most beautiful love ballad I have ever heard.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” Nyah chants as her body begins to tremble under me.

“I know, baby. I can feel you. I’m ready too.”

With the last bit of energy, I give her everything I have left. Our bodies are so connected, I don’t know where hers start and mine end. Sweat drips from my forehead onto Nyah’s. I lick it off of her as I am seconds away from giving us both the much needed release.

Nyah cums first, drenching my lower torso and thighs with her sweet nectar. Her walls constrict around my dick like a python, causing me to empty my sac deep inside of her.

“My Alpha,” Nyah whispers as I slow my rhythm.

“My Queen,” I return, passionately kissing her.

Slowly, I readjust Nyah’s legs and wrap them around my waist. She removes her hands from my back, then hugs my neck tightly. Palming her luscious ass, I lift her off of the table.

Still buried inside of her, I tell Nyah, “Let’s go back to the creek and get re-cleaned up. After that, I’ll feed my mate before getting the stuff out of the shed.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she giggles. “We’re going to need some nourishment because I don’t think we’ll be getting much sleep tonight.”

I swat her ass cheek when the little temptress rubs her breasts against my chest. I thought after what we just experienced, Nyah would want to eat, then fall into a peaceful night of sleep, but I guess I was wrong.

Walking towards the creek, I chuckle, “Then there’s no need to dry any of the fish. We’re going to need all of it to eat in between our love sessions.”

“It’s going to be a long night,” Nyah continues to laugh.

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