Page 118 of The Pack Next Door
“You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you, Pretty Boy?”
“Is insanity a natural conclusion of multiple orgasms?” I grinned before placing a kiss on her sternum, then the rise of one breast. “Let’s find out.”
Her hand was on my head, stroking my hair as I licked a circle around one nipple, then sucked it into my mouth. My tongue pressed it against the roof of my mouth, wanting to imprint the shape of it there. The sounds of her moans filled my ears like the sweetest music, forcing me to swap breasts and treat the other nipple right. I was exactly where I needed to be. Then I started moving down.
“Yes…” she hissed, arching up into my mouth. “Be a good boy and…”
She didn’t need to tell me. I just knew. Her perfume filled the air, so much sweeter than when she was in heat. My thumbs lodged themselves in the crease of her thighs, spreading her wide for me. Seeing her, pink and glistening with slick, made my mouth watered.
“See something you like?” she croaked, her voice all raspy.
“Nothing I want more,” I growled, right before lunging forward.
My tongue sliding through her folds, the sound of her sharp intake of breath, was all the reward I’d ever needed. I let out a little growl, the reverberations vibrating through her, right before I encircled her clit.
I didn’t give her any of my fingers for the first orgasm. Part of me wanted her craving that, the pleasure having an edge to it. Her fingers burrowed into the back of my head, as if she was scared I’d pull away. Never, I swore, licking, licking, getting faster and faster, right up until her hips went stiff, lifting up off the bed. Then I forced my fingers inside her as her orgasm washed through her, the shock of the sudden intrusion forcing another to spark.
“I won’t knot you.” Rising above her, my fingers raked ponderously across the front wall of her cunt, and I knew when I found the right spot. Briar’s eyes went wide, any ability to speak stolen from her. “Because there’s no Gideon to stop me now. No Mads, no nothing, Briar. You understand that, right?”
Another shaking shudder, her cunt clasped my fingers in long, rolling clenches. My knot ached in sympathy, wanting to feel every pulse. She’d wring me dry and I’d love every fucking moment of it. But only when she was mine. There was no way I could walk away again. I was so damn close. Maybe that’s why she reached down and wrapped her hands around it, giving it an experimental squeeze.
“You said you’d do whatever I needed?” Her eyes burned like twin moons in the darkness. “Well, I need you now, Jace. Being rejected in front of the entire town, finding my way all on my own, being the only person I could rely on… It was hard and I’m damn proud of myself, but it created stress fractures all the way through me. I need you to help me glue them back together.”
My fangs ground together as she drew me closer. The kiss of her cunt, it was like some kind of benediction, a blessing I sought with every fibre of my being as I thrust into her.
“Good boy…”
I hissed, my cock jerking inside her at those words. No idea why they were so fucking potent, because in any other context I’d have thought them stupid, patronising. Not with Briar. Please her, the wolf, my heart demanded. Make her happy.
Then make her yours.
My hips moved like a freight train, slamming into her over and over. If I had fears of it being too much for my mate, I was quickly shown the error of my assumptions. She met me stroke for stroke, parting that little bit more each time.
“You’ve gotta let me in,” I said, pausing to grind against her entrance, my knot rubbing right where she needed it. “Let me in and…
Her hips locked around my waist and with a couple of panting breaths, she flexed. Our groans combined as I felt myself move forward just a little. My eyes wanted to close, my fangs locking tight. Anything to stop myself from drowning in this tsunami of pleasure. Instead, I forced my eyes open and stared right into hers.
“Let me in and I swear I’ll spend my life making sure you never regret it.”
She went limp then, her eyes studying mine, that last vestige of wariness rising and then falling away. Her grip on my hips tightened, and with a gods awful moan, I felt the tightness of her entrance crushing me, right before there was a pop as my knot lodged itself inside her.
“Fuck…”
My body went backwards and I brought her with me, cradling my mate in my arms as I just revelled in this feeling. When she was in heat, it was all red haze and hormones, butthis? Her arms went around me, holding me close, her lips finding my neck before grazing my ear.
“Good boy.” A whole shudder went through me. Those words were like water on the cracked soil of my soul. “You’ve got me feeling so fucking good.”
“Then I need to do better than that.”
We both moved then, her rising and falling above me, my thighs quivering as I flexed into her. Our eyes locked together so I saw a perfect reflection of my own ecstasy in the mirror of her eyes. There was no holding back, counting down from twenty-one, skipping by threes, to stop myself from coming. The tides of our bodies were in perfect sync and this was the moment they rose up impossibly high and then came crashing down.
My fangs in her neck, marking her as mine, right as I felt a flare of white-hot pleasure as she did the same to me. Not every omega marked her mate, but it was considered the highest of honours if they felt moved to do so. A tear rolled down my cheek as I felt the most perfect of pleasures. Nothing, I mean nothing, would ever feel this good again. Her cunt milked every drop of seed out of me, and my heart went rushing with it.
“Mine.”
My arms wrapped around her tight, holding her close, unable to bear even the smallest of gaps between us.
“Mine,” she agreed in a breathy voice and I looked up at her then. Her grin was a perfect match for my own. “Mine.”
