Page 81 of Star-crossed Betas

“Roll onto your stomach, baby,” he asks, and I don't hesitate to oblige.

I groan as he massages his thumbs into the backs of my thighs. When he pulls my cheeks apart and gently blows onto my hole, I can't help but flush despite the number of times we've done this. This feels different, though; there's no rush, no fear of being caught. He's making love to me in the home I made for us. I have to fight the urge to run away and hide, feeling undeserving of how he's worshipping my body like I'm his most prized possession.

The tip of his tongue teases my rim, and as much as part of me wants to beg him to hurry up and fuck me, I force myself to be patient. To enjoy the moment and the feel of my husband's hands and mouth all over me. He licks and sucks at my hole before pushing the tip of his thumb inside.

“Lube?” he asks.

“Wallet. Jeans pocket,” I pant.

I can hear some shuffling and the tear of a packet before slippery fingers tease at my entrance. I'm relaxed from hisministrations, and he slides two fingers in and out of me with ease.

He moves to lie on his side next to me, his thigh pressing down on mine, and I turn to face him so I can taste his lips as he preps me. It's slow and indulgent, and I can feel the fear and tension of the last few days leaving my body with every soft kiss and touch.

“You're being unusually patient today,” he says against my mouth.

“I'm tryin' to be good. I wanna be good for you,” I whisper and then moan as he adds a third finger.

“Baby, you're always good for me. I love you exactly as you are.”

“In that case, I am very, very ready, so get inside me, like, right now. Please?” He laughs, and when he removes his fingers from me, he swats me on the arse, causing me to yelp.

I turn over onto my back and watch as he uses the rest of the lube packet to coat his cock and then adds some more to my rim.

His wavy chestnut hair is still damp and tousled from the shower. His brown, soulful eyes are eclipsed by his blown-out pupils, and almost a week's worth of stubble makes him look rugged, like a lumberjack. He's absolutely breathtaking. And he's mine. My mate, my husband, my forever. These are the thoughts that circle my brain on a loop as he turns me on my side and lies down behind me. I bring my knee up, and a whimper escapes my lips as the head of his cock nudges my entrance.

Fee's big strong arm wraps across my chest and pulls me tight against him. I take a deep breath and bear down; between the world's longest prep and plenty of lube, he pushes inside smoothly. I can feel the stretch, but it's satisfying, and I welcome the fullness.

“Good?” he asks once his hips are flush with my arse.

“So good. Take me apart, Fee. I'm all yours.”

He tugs my chin far enough to lean forward and kiss me. He kisses me like his life depends on it until he finally begins to move.

Fee takes his time, gliding almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in again. The way the head of his cock grazes against my prostate with each thrust is like sweet torture. I reach back to try and grip his hip, encouraging him to move faster, but instead, he stills inside me.

“Nuh-uh. You're being a good boy, remember? Letting me have my way.” I scowl, but he can't see. I move my hand from his hip to stroke myself.

Thankfully, I don't have to wait long before he speeds up, thrusting harder and harder. His fingertips dig into my hips and stomach as leverage to fuck into me at a relentless pace, and this,thisis what I needed. I needed him to make me forget the terror of the fire, the horrific burns that littered his beautiful skin. To consume me with the scent of damp earth and lavender. For his sweat to drip onto my body and mix with mine. To fuse us together and remind me that he's here and he's not going anywhere.

“Fuck. I love you so much; you can't ever leave me,” I tell him, and he slows.

“I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm right here. Feel?” He turns me to face him and kisses my palm before pressing it over his heart. Thethud thud thudis reassuring under my hand, and the quick, steady beat says'I'm alive'.

Pressing firmly against his chest, I roll him onto his back and straddle him. Lining his cock up with my hole, I sink down onto him before welding my lips back to his.

As I ride him, undulating up and down his length, he strokes my aching cock at the perfect pace. My orgasm builds slowly, like an exquisite ache in my groin that grows and grows until my balls draw up and it's about to crest.

“You're such a good Alpha, such a good boy. Come for me,” he whispers, and I erupt at his words. My cum spurts out of me and paints his stomach; he's a perfect work of art. My whole body shakes and tremors from the magnitude of my release.

Fee grips me and then pistons up, hard and fast, while never taking his eyes off me. It doesn't take long before he swears, plunges deep inside me, and his cock throbs as his cum floods my arse.

We're both panting, and I drop my weight onto his solid body, blanketing him as I slowly return to earth.

We kiss each other; it's languid and full of gratitude for what we still have. What we grew, destroyed, and nurtured back to health.

Eventually, Fee's softening cock begins to slip out of me. His finger strokes and rubs at my used rim, gently pushing his cum back inside as it leaks out.

“Enjoying yourself back there, caveman?” I ask, playful but still drunk and spaced out from my orgasm.

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