Page 77 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
Even now, even with two claiming bites already marking my neck, he was still asking to be taught rather than assuming he knew what I needed.
"I like your mouth," I gasped as he continued his careful exploration. "I like how patient you are, how thorough."
"Good," Jonah said with satisfaction, his hands moving lower to stroke over my hips with possessive certainty. "Because I plan to be very thorough with you."
The promise in his voice sent heat spiraling through me, my body responding to the quiet authority he carried so naturally.
"I want to touch you too," I said, my hands reaching for his belt with growing confidence. "I want to make you feel as good as you're making me feel."
Jonah's control wavered slightly, a sharp intake of breath the only sign of how much my touch affected him. "You don't have to..."
"I want to," I said firmly, finally succeeding in freeing him from the constraints of his jeans. "I want to worship you the way you worship me."
When I wrapped my hand around his length, when I felt the impressive size and heat of him, Jonah's careful control cracked with a groan that went straight to my core.
"God, Kit," he breathed, his hips moving involuntarily into my touch. "Your hands feel incredible."
I explored him with the same careful attention he'd been showing me, learning the velvet-over-steel texture of his skin, the sensitive spots that made him gasp and tighten his grip on my shoulders.
"I want to taste you," I said, surprised by my own boldness.
"You don't have to..." Jonah started again.
"I know I don't have to," I interrupted, looking up at him with growing confidence. "I want to. Please let me."
Jonah's surrender was beautiful to watch, the way his head fell back and his breathing deepened as I took him into my mouth. He tasted like salt and man and everything masculine, and the sounds he made as I explored him with my tongue sent answering heat spiraling through my own body.
"That feels so good," Jonah gasped, his hand tangling gently in my hair without forcing or controlling, just connecting. "Your mouth is perfect."
I worked him with growing confidence, learning what made him groan and thrust carefully into my mouth, what made his control slip just enough to show me how much I affected him.
"Enough," Jonah said finally, his voice strained with the effort of pulling back. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come before I can claim you properly."
"Then claim me," I said, releasing him with a final lick that made him shudder. "I'm ready for you, Jonah. Really ready."
Jonah's eyes were dark with want as he positioned himself above me, his weight supported on his forearms so I could feel his presence without being crushed by his strength.
"Are you sure?" he asked, even though my heat scent and obvious arousal made the answer clear. "Once I'm inside you, once I knot you and mark you, we're bonded forever. All four of us."
"I've never been more sure of anything," I said, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer. "I choose you, Jonah. I choose all of you. I choose forever."
When Jonah pushed inside me, it was with one slow, steady stroke that filled me completely. My body, already opened by my previous claimings, accepted him eagerly, stretching to accommodate his impressive size with only the sweetest hint of pressure.
"Perfect," Jonah breathed, his forehead pressed against mine as he fought for control. "You feel absolutely perfect around me."
"You feel like home," I whispered back, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
Jonah began to move with the same deliberate patience he'd shown throughout our entire relationship, each thrust deep and purposeful, designed to build pleasure steadily rather than rushing toward completion.
"Jonah," I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he set a rhythm that had me climbing toward something earth-shattering.
"I know, baby. I feel it too," Jonah said, his voice thick with emotion and desire.
"Harder," I pleaded, my body craving more intensity as my pleasure built. "Please, Jonah, I need more."
Jonah's thrusts deepened, became more forceful, but never lost their controlled precision. He was giving me exactly what I needed while maintaining the kind of focused attention that made me feel cherished rather than used.
"Is this what you need?" he asked, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. "Is this how you want your pack alpha to claim you?"
