Page 9 of A Clutch for Hutch
“Alpha, I don’t want to be sensible. I can’t. Whatever you need to say, I couldn’t listen with my blood pounding in my ears anyway. I don’t believe there is anything we can’t work out between us. But, please, make love to me now or I think I’ll explode.”
What would a fluffle alpha do in these circumstances? I didn’t know. And I wasn’t about to call my father and ask. My mate asked me to make love to him, and I wasn’t strong enough to refuse him.
Opening the door, I flicked the switch to turn on the lamp by the doorway, guided him inside and over to the bed, pleased we’d taken care of the undressing part of things before we got this far. His arms came around my neck, his legs around my waist, and we melted together into one being. I’d warned him we weren’t going to finalize things right now, at least not so far as marking went, but that didn’t mean I’d be able to walk away from him without a care or a thought. If he chose to walk away after tonight, he’d do it without a mark binding him to me, and he’d ruin me for all others. I had no doubt of that. I’d live with the duty imposed on me by another aspect of Fate and do it alone.
“Alpha?” he whispered, his warm breath along my jaw. “Doyouwant to wait?”
“Never, damn me. All I want is you.”
“Then, whatever we need to address will work itself out. Are you going to kiss me?”
Instead of answering, I showed him, lips crashing down on his, tongue darting between his and into his warm, welcoming mouth. My mate kissed like none other, and I savored it, wrapped in his scent and his body, unsure if it would ever happen again.
We knew almost nothing about each other beyond the fact that Fate destined us for one another, but would he want to step into my life as it was? With so much obligation? It was not the kind of honeymoon a newly mated couple would look forward to.
But as we kissed, as our hands roamed one another, conversation and thoughts of the future faded, replaced by desire. For sex, but mostly for the connection that sex would be for two mates who’d been looking for one another all their lives.
We fell onto the bed, and everything amped up by 100 percent or more. I wasn’t capable of math judging at that moment. I only knew that my mate lay on his back, his legs still wound around me and our lips locked together. Something told me this position shouldn’t work, shouldn’t be possible, but it seemed fine, as I reached between us and closed my fist around his stiff cock. It vibrated under my touch, Hutch’s gasps and moans against my mouth making it hard not to just flip him over and drive into him.
But it wasn’t meant to be like that. We would only have one first time, and I was not going to selfishly take him and not even be able to see his face. I had to postpone the marking, give him the chance to choose me and the life I’d already promised to lead—but it still could be beautiful.
My mate’s girth filled my hand, his fiery wood and spice scent amping up, and his hips bucked under my squeezing hand. I worked up and down his shaft, stopping at the top to smooth the droplet of precum over the head before easing himaway from me enough to take him in my mouth and suck. He was trembling head to toe as I bobbed my head up and down, bringing the head of his cock into my throat each time. His size made it hard to accomplish, but his fingers tangled in my hair and his cries for more, for me to keep going, made it worthwhile.
His taste was more to the spice end of his scent, like the best chai I’d ever had, and a part of me chuckled inside at the fact that I’d always loved the spicy tea. It seemed Fate had sent me some hints about who she had for me.
“Alpha, so good.” His voice wobbled, his fingers tightening, tugging my hair nearly from the roots. It should have hurt, and maybe it did, but it was the biggest turn-on of my life. I slid my fingers back, pausing to dandle his balls before finding his hole.
He was slick but still tight, and I inserted a fingertip, the tight ring of muscles fighting my progress. I was not a slouch in the size department either, and I used the time I spent becoming familiar with my mate’s mouthfeel to prepare him for me. One knuckle deep, the rest of the finger, and then another, a second to ease inside, stretching him, scissoring, sucking harder, faster, deeper. Scraping my teeth down his shaft, eliciting a sharp jerk on my hair before his garbled cry, and then great gouts of cum spurting down my throat. I swallowed, not wanting to waste a drop, gliding a fingertip across his prostate to extend his orgasm.
Then, lifting my head, I looked up the length of his body and sighed.
He lay panting, and although I was desperate to get inside him, with the edge off his own passion, I offered, “We can stop here for now…”
Chapter Nine
Dirk
“Not in a million years.” Hutch pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, holding them in place. “If you do, I’ll never forgive you.”
I had just asked him if he wanted me to stop, to give him a chance to know what being my mate would let him in for, but his answer gave me great relief. I’d have backed off if he wanted me to, but I wasn’t sure I’d have lived through it.
“I wouldn’t want that.” Kissing the tip of his softening cock, I pushed up on my forearms and studied him. “No, I wouldn’t want to be responsible for your demise when there are so many things we haven’t experienced together yet.”
“Just in case something happens during the night, we’d better try to do as many of them as possible now.”
Skating my palms up his calves to his knees, I appreciated the fact he had opened himself so wide to my perusal. His slick glistened in the low light, enticing and sending my desire through the rafters—if there had been any rather than the stone from which all of these apartments were carved.
Placing the tip of my cock at his hole, I drew a deep breath, hoping I’d prepared him adequately. Causing pain was not my goal.
“Alpha,” he groaned. “Why are you making me wait?”
“Apologies, omega.” I rocked my hips forward, my tip popping past his muscles and leading the rest of my cock into his body. More than sex, it was that connection I’d thought of a bonding even without the actual marking. I hoped if he decided he didn’t want to share the life I found myself trapped in, he wouldn’t regret our time together.
Trapped? Did I really think of it that way? I hadn’t before, had I? Not in this way.
But I’d never had my cock buried in the heat of my mate’s body. Never known what he felt like, what his heat would do to me. Inch by inch, I sank in, his tension easing as I filled him until my balls slapped against his ass.
Incredible. “You’re so hot, mate.” I retreated and drove inside again, listening to his breathing and my heartbeat, staring into his beautiful eyes. Growing harder, wanting to make it last but also driven to come, to knot, to mark.
