Page 39 of Strawberry Moon

“Need you, Alpha.”

I clenched my eyes shut. Those words, from Archer’s beautiful lips—I couldn’t take it.

“Ford!”

His commanding snap had my eyes flash open. There was a puckered line between his brows, full of worry and rippling need.

“I—” I didn’t know what to say. Wanted to give him my best, but it’d been a long damn time since I’d been near my best.

Archer lifted a shaky arm and reached for me. Gripping my bicep, he did his best to pull me closer. “Need you, Ford. Please.”

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Archer

Iwhined and writhed beneath Ford, a wild thing to his calm, measured movements. It was about to drive me bonkers. Why the hell wouldn’t he just give me what I needed?

His cock was right there, hard and dripping and ready to fuck me right into the ground, but he kept skirting the line. Fucking me with his fingers, firm and callused, their rough path down my cock with his other hand making me shudder and jump like a marionette on strings.

My wolf instincts squirmed and whimpered and worried we had done something to displeasealpha.

Screw that.

I’d lived enough of my life in the shadow of worrying I’d displeased the alpha.

I reached out and grabbed Ford’s hand, yanking him forward, toward me, barely stifling a whine when it pulled his fingers away from my aching ass. Still, it was a necessary step to getting what I needed.

I met his eye, trying to ignore the fact that even like this, as relatively in control as I was, my hips were making abortive little thrusts up into his belly, trying to get more friction against my cock.

“Ford,” I said, staring at him, gripping his wrist so tight I hoped it wouldn’t bruise. My voice was as much growl as human. “Put your cock in me. Fucking right now.”

His beautiful eyes rounded, and for a second I worried I’d been too forceful, too much, and he was going to leave. But his pupils blew even wider, and instead of pulling away, Ford reached down with both hands to grab my hips, lifting them up as I wrapped my legs around him, and without any more hesitation, he was pushing into me.

It was slick, and the sound it made when his balls slapped against my ass when he’d sheathed himself completely was obscene, like we’d used half a bottle of lube. Ford didn’t even pause, though.

Given permission, it seemed that Ford’s hesitance had snapped, and he drove forward, fucking hard into me again and again, pushing a high, keening whine out of me as I grasped his shoulders, his arms, anything I could get my hands on.

“This all right?” He asked, not slowing for a second, even when I had to catch my breath to answer. “Not hurting you?”

“Perfect,” I managed to pant out, and it turned into a moan as he hit my prostate dead on. I tried to form other words, but they wouldn’t come, and what did words matter, anyway?

All that mattered was that long, perfect cock, hitting all the right places inside me.

Still, something had to be bothering him, because he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my torso and whispered “hold tight.” When I squeezed my legs around his ass, pushing his cock even deeper inside me, he literally fucking picked me up, and carried me over to a grassy patch of ground, with his cock still buried in my ass.

He dropped to his knees, a tiny grimace crossing his face as he landed with both our weight on him, but then lowered us both gently to the grass, running his hands down my arms, my sides, and my back, as though he had to check for injuries.

“Still okay?” he whispered again.

“Ford,” I said to him, grabbing his chin and pushing it up so he’d stop worriedly inspecting me for damage and look me in the eye. “If you don’t start fucking me again right now, I’m going to roll you on your back and ride you until I’m done.”

I had no idea why, but that made him grin in a way I’d never seen before. Tenderly, he brushed my sweaty hair off my forehead, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight as he smiled down at me. “Your wish is my command, then.”

He took my hands in his, threading our fingers together, and pushed inside me once again, deeper, using his full strength now that he wasn’t drilling my back directly into a rock. I suspected it would hurt tomorrow, but right now, I didn’t fucking care. I justneeded.

He built back up to a quick, pounding rhythm, but just as my body started to get used to it, something changed. Something... was it possible for his dick to get bigger in the middle of—

Oh fuck.

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