Page 6 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

Licking the underside of one of her breasts, my mouth waters all the more as I latch on one nipple, tasting how good she feels in my mouth.

“Oh…Goddess,” Winter moans, and I would correct her if I wasn’t so entranced by her pretty pair of tits. It’s my name she should be moaning out loud.

I pinch her nipple, and she squirms before I suck the little thing back into my mouth.

“Your tits are gorgeous, baby. All creamy and pink. I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.”

“Deacon…please.”

I drag my tongue against her ribs, kissing her navel before I stop at the apex of her sex.

I can smell her arousal, so damp in the air. I can see her arousal drip right in front of me, and there’s nothing that prevents me from kneeling between her legs and sinking my tongue inside her soaking cunt.

“You are not just wet, Winter. Fuck, baby. You are soaking wet for me.”

“Yes…for you.”

I eat her pretty pink cunt till she moans my name a few more times. Every moan I wrench from her lips and every orgasm she gives me fuels the pulsing in my cock. I don’t know how many times Winter Cavanaugh comes on my tongue. All I know is I will be going on my knees a few times in the future to eat this cunt.

When I finally get on top of her, with my thumb circling her throbbing clit and my cock lining her entrance, I lean down to kiss her, hoping it will distract her from the pain.

Pushing the tip inside her has me grunting back a moan, the feel of her better than I had imagined for years. I wrench my lips from her, swiping the stray locks of hair that have clung to her face so I can meet her eyes.

I can’t hurt her.

The last thing I want to do is hurt her on a special night like this.

“Shh,” I whisper into her ear before dragging my lips over her temple. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

Her nails dig deep into the back of my shoulders.

“I don’t want you to stop. Please don’t stop, Deacon.”

The sound of her voice urging me to continue sounds like music to my ears, and despite that, I don’t thrust inside her in one go.

“I’ll take it slow, yeah? We move together, baby. Are you ready?”

Her swollen lips stretch to a small grin, one that tells me she’s okay and I’m the one too worried about everything.

“As much as I love your smile, you have to use words, Winter. Are you ready?”

“Y—Yes. I'm ready.”

I search for any hint of hesitation on her face. Taking her virginity despite her being wet for me means she’ll have to go through the pain as I thrust inside her, and I’d do anything to take the pain away.

“Deacon? I’m okay. I’m ready. P-please.”

The breathless plea she hands me travels like an arrow straight into my heart. I kiss her.

Then, I plunge inside her, slowly and passionately, like a lover making love to his mate after being separated for eons.

It takes about two thrusts to find Winter’s weak spot, and seeing her come on my cock while she screams my name ends up being my damnation.

I don’t know how long I fuck her in my arms.

I don’t know how many times I come inside her and how many times I praise her for taking my cock so well.

All I know is Winter Cavanaugh is mine after tonight.

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