Page 13 of Lost and Pound

I stroked with a firm grip, the slick still coating my fingers making his cock glide through my digits. There, I watched as my hips moved, burying myself into him, over his perfect dick, smooth chest, chiseled jawline. When I locked eyes with him, those pale blue, I fell into their gaze, lost in the pleasure. “Nico.”

He groaned and arched his back, letting me thrust into him again, sinking deeper as my hand jacked him gently, matching pace to my own jerky movements.

When his back bowed, I buried myself deep, waiting for the agonizing beats of my heart to pass as my knot filled out. As if the pressure of my knot gave him permission, he announced himself with a cry of pleasure and shot over my hand, slickening my slowing strokes. My own release came after, my core tightening, belly tingling, thighs shaking. Pressure mounted at the base of my cock and the eventual release left me spending in thick surges within him, shooting to the same rhythm as his inner spasms, milking me dry.

I released his cock and caged him in, breath shaking in haggard splutters, the cool evening chill taking my breath in a whisper of fog.

“Alpha.” The tender way Nico said that word made me melt, my muscles relaxing until I draped my body over him, sniffing gently into his hair to take in his lust.

“Call me Shilo. Please. It’s awkward being buried to the knot in you and still being referred to as alpha.”

“Sorry, it’s a habit.” He sighed and relaxed beneath me, grunting when I eventually pulled out.

“One that I expect you to get over.” I sat up and stretched, glancing over at Nico, taking in his wrecked form. Prideshuddered through me as the urge to bite and mark him rose within me. “Goddesses, you’re beautiful.”

“Hmm, you too.” He grinned up at me and ran a hand through his hair before scooting onto his haunches and stretching. My cum drizzled down his thighs and marked him with my scent. I knew we’d be taking a shower later and the scent would fade, but for the moment, I could pretend he was already mine.

When he shook his head, the motion flowed seamlessly into a shift as he flicked his tail in my face and darted into the woods once more.

I’d follow that fuzzy little ass anywhere, and I did.

I shifted and barked with excitement, chasing his heels as we made our way back to our clothes.

Chapter Eight

Nico

I woke the next morning curled into the searing heat of a raw, masculine form. Fallen leaves and soap inundated my senses, and I shuddered, stretching myself to full awareness.Shilo.

No fear. No unease. I’d been with betas before, an alpha once, but it hadn’t felt like this, so raw and safe. It felt like scratching an itch every other time. With Shilo, it felt like more. The itch was scratched, and I still wanted, and I wanted to be there even without thatscratch.

“Good morning, handsome.” Shilo’s husky morning voice made every hair on my body stand on end and a tingle of lust shoot along my spine. Morning wood became morningsteelin a heartbeat. His eyes dipped as if he could see through the blankets, but his thigh pressed in between my legs, letting me grind against him with a pleading motion.

“Morning.” I stifled a yawn as I turned my head away, not wanting to force morning breath on him. He didn’t seem to mind, though, stealing my personal space to slip in for a kiss that lingered. Breathless and groggy, I let him guide me through lazy pleasure.

He fisted my cock in a familiar way, rolling his wrist with each pleasant pump. Instead of preparing me for fucking, he slipped under the covers, kissing his way down until wet heat wrapped around my cock with a soft, “Mmmm.”

“Oh fuck.” If I wasn’t fully awake before, I was then. I gasped and rolled my hips, stilling when he pressed me down. He sucked, rolling his tongue around the head of my cock, over the wet slit. Until then, I wasn’t sure if I had a drop of cum left insideme after the night we’d had, but the sudden urge to get off told me differently. “Gonna make me cum…”

“That’s the point,” he muffled over my cock from beneath the blankets.

I fisted the sheets and writhed, his mouth doing unspeakable things that made heat rise in my cheeks as that familiar tingle took hold of the base of my spine. I gasped and swore, body jerking and twitching. “Gonna…”

He choked as I announced myself, swallowing each pulse of my pleasure away. Idle fingers traced their way between my cheeks and gently rubbed through the slick there. Though, it didn’t make me want to go again. The touch seemed almost apologetic, as if he were soothing my ring. I needed nothing more in that moment than to let the ache of arousal and humming bliss take me away, and Shilo had no problem letting me have it.

“Coffee or tea?” He pushed his way up, head lifting the blankets as they fell around him, drawing up the scent of him and fabric softener.Clean bed. Respect.

I judged a partner for their bedsheets.

“How about I return the favor?” I offered Shilo a grin as the final shivers of lust slipped away.

“You’re absolutely insatiable. I’d love it, but maybe let me save it for tonight? Tomorrow? If you feel like it, of course. I’m starving and I need a shower. I wouldn’t make anyone put their mouth on me right now.” He pushed himself off and dipped back in for another kiss.

“Coffee, then.”

“How do you take it?” He fished around in a drawer and pulled on a pair of pajama pants before tossing me a pair as well.

“Black with extra sugar.” I rose and followed him into the kitchen while tightening the pajama pants enough to stay up.

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