Page 290 of Claimed By the Rival Alpha
It was a relief to hear that the Wargs Council hadn’t let on that they wanted the Kings annihilated, but that meant they were keeping their true motives close to the chest. I’d have to do the same. I didn’t want to know what the Kings Council would do if they knew about those plans.
When the meeting ended, Dom and I grabbed lunch for everyone before going back to the alpha cabin. We looked through paperwork for a little while longer, then I let everyone go home.
I smelled dinner even before I walked into the kitchen. Bryn stood at the stove, humming to herself and dancing while shestirred the rabbit stew. Seeing her there gave me an immediate shot of joy. My wolf yipped happily as I moved closer to her.
“Hey, Night,” she said without turning to look at me. “Come taste this. It’s missing something, but I’m not sure what.”
“Sure.” I opened my mouth to accept the wooden spoon she held out for me. I winced when the broth touched my tongue. It was hotter than I’d expected.
She gasped and put the spoon back in the pot. “Oh no, I’m sorry. Did you burn your tongue?”
I was about to tell her it wasn’t a big deal, but her concerned expression was too adorable. I justhadto tease her.
“Yeah. It hurts pretty badly, love.”
Her frown was more of a pout. “I should’ve blown on it more before giving it to you to taste.”
“Maybe, but it’s too late for that now.” I pulled her close and ran my hand over her soft cheek. “Wanna make me feel better?”
She quirked an eyebrow, and her slow smile told me she was catching on to what I was doing. “Yes, but what can I do?”
“I have a couple of ideas.”
“I think I do, too.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. Gently at first, and then the kiss deepened into something more, something searing.
Bryn broke the kiss, dragging her mouth from mine down to my neck. She kissed my throat as she slipped her hands under my shirt to caress my stomach, my chest. I circled her waist with my hands and sighed at her touch. It relaxed me as much as it turned me on.
Bryn’s hands dipped even lower, to the waistband of my jeans. She nipped at my neck as she slid the zipper down, then deftly undid the button. I grinned as she pushed the fabric down my hips. She closed her hand around my cock, her palm soft and warm on my skin. I was already hard, and every movement of her hand aroused me more.
Leaning back against the counter near the stove, I let out a breath and said, “I love your hands on me.” Each gentle tug sent heated pleasure through my blood.
I felt her smile against my neck. “I know you do,” she said, “but I bet you like this even more…”
She pressed herself as close to me as her belly would let me, then slid slowly down to her knees.
“Bryn, wait.” My breathing was ragged from her ministrations to my cock. “You don’t have to do that.”
She grinned up at me. “I know, baby. I want to do this.”
I slowly licked my lips. Seeing her mouth so close to my cock sent an electric thrill through my body. Her breath drifted over my skin. “If your knees start to hurt, you promise you’ll tell me?”
“Of course.” She wrapped her hand around my shaft. “But I hope you know that for you, I’ll endure anything, even discomfort or pain. As long as I know you’re safe and happy.”
Her words struck a chord, that sweet vow reverberating in my heart. No one had ever said something like that to me. I wanted to say something, reciprocate the sentiment, but my thoughts turned to mush when she took me in her mouth.
I groaned as I watched her worship me with her mouth. She had such a small mouth, part of me was amazed she could takeso much of me. Her hand curled around the base of my cock as she took me as deep as she could. Her mouth formed to my shape like it was made just for this purpose. With her tongue flat against the underside of my cock, each bob of her head was like velvet over the sensitive skin. I shivered.
“Gods, Bryn, you’re wonderful,” I said as I twined a hand into her hair. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Mm-hmm…” Her answer thrummed across my skin.
She found a rhythm that suited us both, and it felt so fucking good, I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting deeper into her mouth. I wanted to feel more, to see how far she could go. And my Bryn, she didn’t complain. In fact, her hand fell away from my cock. I wasn’t sure why until I caught the scent of her wetness. That sweet, tangy whiff would make any man crazy, but knowing that she was touching herself as she pleased me with her mouth drove me wild.
My grip on her hair tightened, and my eyes closed. My thrusts grew more desperate, and Bryn moaned, the sound reverberating against my cock.
“I’m close,” I growled through clenched teeth. “You ready to take it?”
In response, she moved faster, opening wider to accept more of me. I came hard to the insistent strokes of her tongue, the scent of her pussy in the air. She choked once but took me in, swallowing every ounce I had to give her.
