Page 100 of Dubious Match
Pouring out some shampoo into my hand, I begin to wash her hair. I swear, Brice overshot when he was jerking off over her and covered her face and hair with his cum. Smirking as I scrub and massage her scalp, I enjoy the way she melts against me.
She sighs happily, and I decide I love moments like this. It’s just us, and the chaos of the world doesn’t exist.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, tilting her head back so the soap won’t get into her eyes.
“Mmmm. How happy I am,” she says. “I’ve never had a heat where I was just boneless and sated. Usually it’s more white knuckle and bare it.”
“Hollis,” I murmur, my chest vibrating. “There were other options, right?”
“Like use my own dating app?” she asks lightly. “Or one of the heat clinics?”
I make a face at both of those, hating the idea of them. God, I’m a fucking hypocrite.
“None of those really appealed to me. Or, by the time I’d be desperate for some relief, it was far too late to be traveling anywhere,” she explains. “It worked for me, and a part of me didn’t want my first time to be with strangers.”
And now she’s ours.
“Okay, I can appreciate that. Are your heats always this intense?” I ask, beginning to use conditioner on her ends.
“This is one of the strongest, but I think the scent matching had something to do with that. They are all intense though,” she says. “They’re also not regular, because of stress and my migraines. That’s another reason that it makes it difficult to book a few days at a heat clinic and call it a day.”
“Well that’s never happening now,” I grumble. “We’re yours for all of your heats, we’ll nurse you through your migraines, and snuggle you in bed. Mine.”
“Am I yours?” she asks coyly.
God, this woman. Rinsing her hair, I grind her against my erection as I growl. Hollis just chuckles, not at all bothered by it. Picking up soap and a loofah, I lather the suds up before dragging it over her breasts. They are the areas that have the most cum on them.
She hisses as I clean Remy’s bite over near her nipple, and I shake my head. If she was bouncing on my cock, I probablywould have bitten her there too. Hollis’ skin is riddled with bites, hickeys, as well as mating bond bites. I fucking love seeing them.
My hand moves in small circles as I clean her skin, and my lips move to her throat to suck on her new bite marks.
“Malcolm,” she whines, her fingers curling into my thighs.
“I think what you’re trying to tell me is that you’re missing something,” I purr. “The question is where do I want my mark to be, Pretty Girl?”
The loofah continues its downward trajectory until it disappears under the water and I rub it over her pussy.
“Mal,” she gasps. Yes, that’s what I want.
“I want you to call me Mal or Daddy, beautiful,” I growl. “I’ll accept Alpha too when you’re being a brat or in heat. You got me?”
“I do,” she moans as I continue to run the loofah between her open thighs.
“Good girl,” I praise her, turning her head so I can kiss the side of her throat without any bites. “This is mine, isn’t it, Hollis?”
“Yes, Alpha,” she breathes.
Fuck yeah it is.
Biting down on her throat, I wrap my arms around her to hold her against me. Hollis jerks in my arms, and I know I’m a bastard for doing it this way. The guys at least made sure she came when they bit her.
No, I want her to remember that she’s mine, and that I’ll always stake my claim on her. I lead the pack, and I’m the last to bond with Hollis. It’s a little backward, but our bonds will be so much stronger now.
Mine, I whisper into her mind. She’s not upset, she just hums under her breath as she sags in my arms.
“Yours,” she whispers out loud.
Brice walks into the bathroom looking stressed, and I raise my brow at him.
