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I was happy to oblige, so I pressed closer, working the sensitive bundle of nerves while Mable devoured me with kisses. She felt like heaven, warm and slippery and so responsive to every little touch and flick.
Changing things up, I slowly sank my finger inside her, using my thumb to pay attention to that perfect clit of hers. Mable whimpered, rocking her hips in search of more sensations.
“That’s my hungry little omega.” I smiled, dragging my kisses down her chin to her neck, where I fought the urge to bite her. “Cover my hand in your slick. I want to wear you for days.”
“Jasper. Oh, God…please. I…I’m so close already.”
I could feel her pussy clamping down on my finger, and then both as I inserted another. “Yes, you are, aren’t you? Well, I could never leave my girl wanting.”
Spearing my tongue into her mouth, I simultaneously fucked her with fingers, driving them in and out of her tight pussy. Mable was exquisite, each movement of her body so damn sexy. She looked like a goddess, with her skin rosy and her belly swollen with child. My cock twitched again, rubbing against the inside of my pants, and I reached inside, stroking it.
The tension built and built as I fingered her, making Mable give me more of those incredible sounds.
“Crap!” Her hand snaked out lightning fast and gripped my arm, digging her little nails into my skin. “Right there!”
Not daring to move, I kept doing exactly what had Mable so worked up, fisting my cock in rhythm with my strokes until my girl clenched around me, pulsing as she cried out.
“There’s my girl.”
She came on my hand, and I pumped harder into my other one, thrusting until I was coming all over the side of the passenger seat. I groaned, losing myself to the feeling of her pulsing around my fingers and the way she clung to me so desperately.
We rode out the final waves together, and I sighed happily as I pulled back, grinning like a damn fool.
“That was…” Mable looked drunk, her lids struggling to stay open. “I need sleep now.”
“Happy to oblige, Maple girl. Let me get you home, and we can cuddle.”
She nodded, humming her agreement in this precious, exhausted way. I got us dressed, deciding I’d deal with the mess I made later, and circled the car to get in behind the wheel.
Fries, late-night finger fucks in the car, and cuddles till morning. Best night ever.
Chapter 24
Saint
Things were progressing well with Mable.
Jasper had come home early the next morning after a late-night snack run with her, smelling of sex and maple. The scent had gone straight to my horny alpha brain, and I was aching for another taste of her. Still, I was thrilled that she was getting closer to our pack. We knew she liked us all as individuals, because she’d spent two years talking to us online, but in person, we only knew for a fact that she got on really well with me and Percy.
That was slowly changing, though. I had noticed the way she looked at my pack mates, and there was no denying the attraction was there.
“Is it really stalking, though, if she’s pregnant with my child?” I asked Spencer as we walked up to the coffee shop.
“It is,” he informed me, tilting his head as he leveled me with a stare. “I had half a mind to stop you, but then again, I also don’t like the idea of a pregnant omega working. Why isn’t she resting?”
Ever since the security team had met her, they had been hyper fixated on making sure she was doing all right, healthy and happy. I appreciated it because it meant most of theirattention was away from micromanaging my life, and lord knew I needed a break from that.
Yes, I understood why they needed to know everything about my life, but that didn’t mean I had tolikeit.
“She’s independent, and we don’t want to steamroll her entirely, otherwise she’s going to run for the hills. We have to integrate her into our lives slowly.”
Spencer tilted his head to the side. “You also need to integrate intoherlife a bit. It can’t all be one-sided.”
“I hadn’t really thought of it that way,” I admitted, and a part of my chest pinched. “Considering my life is the one full of chaos that she’s got to get used to…”
“She’s a brave woman.”
I grimaced. We hadn’t exactly told Mable the entire scope of why we needed security, but I knew that was a conversation we needed to have.
