Page 87 of His True Beloved

One of my hands trailed up her naked thigh, pulling her skirt above her mound, my fingers coming close to the black cotton panties she wore. Pulling the fabric to the side, I parted her lips with my fingers and rubbed inside her pussy.

She was turned on. Could it be from watching the scene before I even arrived? My head peered over the boulder, my face coming to a smile, watching Enzo speak harshly to his mate.

Pamela deserved it. She kept him running for almost a week straight, trying to catch her. At least she could have pretended to get caught. I huffed out a silent laugh, my beloved whimpering below me.

“You like to watch?” I ran my finger on her slit. Her back was still to my erection, my hair neatly wrapped around her neck by my large hand. Christine whimpered, unable to speak as I kept her head just above the boulder so she could see.

“My patience is thin,” Enzo snarled at Pamela. She only smiled, her fangs twinkling as he hovered over her with his naked body. “You kept me at bay too long.”

“That I did, Alpha. Just to let you know who is really in charge.” Pamela giggled. Enzo huffed in annoyance, his mouth descending to hers while he snaked his tongue into her mouth. Christine gasped, watching Enzo’s naked ass grind his cock into Pamela.

“Don’t say a word,” I whispered in her ear. “You don’t want to disturb two alphas about to mark each other. It could mean certain death for the both of us.” Christine’s slick ran down her leg, the potential danger in watching two people mark each other, the ability to be caught, causing the heat to pool in her pussy.

My hand trailed around her nub as she watched Enzo push his cock closer to Pamela’s core. “You like the feeling of my cock, Sigma?” Enzo growled. Pamela whimpered, her spunkiness now long gone as her hands were pushed over her head, pinned in the dirt.

Christine’s head lowered, her hands resting on the rough rock in front of her. Her ass still sticking out, and my finger slowly dipped into her core. Forcing my way in with two fingers, she let out a small gasp at the same time Pamela cried out. Christine’s head popped up, seeing that Enzo had fully submerged his cock into Pamela.

“You like watching.” I hummed in her ear. “Fascinating.” My concentration was on my beloved as I finger-fucked her. The skirt gave me ample room to feel the inside of her walls. Christine’s core spasmed, my head rolling back, wishing my cock was wholly submerged into her tight pussy.

“Sebastian,” she whispered. Her head lowered, watching my fingers disappear into her pussy.

“What do you need?” I growled in her ear. The skin slapping could be heard just on the other side of the stone barrier. As much as it had turned my beloved on before, I could feel the hesitance, the shame she felt watching her best friend being taken by her mate.

I was not one for voyeurism, but if it got my mate in the mood, I would not deny it. “Don’t be ashamed.” I nipped her shoulder with my fangs. “You can watch her get fucked if you want. Just know that I’m the only one that gets to ravage you.” My fingers pushed deeper, curling at her particular spot that had her knees buckle. Holding her up, she shook her head.

“No, I just want you,” she whispered.

“That’s good.” I pulled my fingers away from her core, the drips of her slick running down my wrist. “Because I’m going to make you suck my cock for running away and getting yourself in danger. Then I’ll let you cum.” Christine panted, her body slumping further as I unbuckled my pants. The clinking of my belt had her squeeze her thighs together.

“Turn and suck me off.” A shiver of delight ran through her. The evil eye she gave me in defiance had me hiss with pleasure. “Come on now, fangling. I’m waiting,” I commanded.

“It isn’t much of a punishment when I want you to fuck my mouth, now is it?” she snapped playfully. I growled, cupping her chin as her knees gently hit the forest floor.

“I could take you in the ass without properly stretching you.” I cocked a brow. Christine’s body shuddered, her nipples puckering to the exposed air as I lifted her shirt. “Good little fangling,” I said as her lips covered the head of my cock.

My body leaned on the rock, feeling Christine sucking the head. Her eyes stayed on me, and the brief sight of her nipples rising and falling when my cock disappeared and reappeared in Christine’s mouth had me gritting my teeth. Her tongue swirled around my cock, and my balls tightened, feeling her cup them gently. “Shit,” I hissed. “Your mouth is so warm, meant for this cock now, isn’t it?”

Christine moaned, her noises intertwining with the noises on the other side of the wall. Enzo was growling, grunting as Pamela whimpered beneath him, whispering his name.

Eyes rolling in the back of my head, I pulled on Christine’s hair on the back of her head, my hips thrusting further into her mouth. “Fuck,” I whispered, feeling her suck me deeper into her throat. Thank the gods she had retracted her fangs. I hadn’t taught her that yet.

“So good, so warm,” I muttered until my hips pulled away from her mouth. Christine whined, her hands reaching out to pull me back into her mouth.

“As good as it feels, I need to be in your pussy,” I pulled her up, my pants barely hanging on to my ass. Flipping her bare chest to the rock, her nipples grazed the rough texture of the boulder, and my hands raised against her thighs. Her skirt lifted, my cock grazing her ass.

“One day, I’ll take this.” My finger trailed the crease of her ass. “Every part of you will be mine. Your soul, pussy, and your forbidden area.” Christine’s claws scratched the stone. I grabbed one of them and laced my fingers with hers. The other hand grabbed my cock, spreading her lips with the head of my dick.

“That’s it,” I hissed, feeling the tightness of her bending over and my cock pushing forward. I had spent most of our positions in ways I could see that beautiful face. Taking her from behind was something else to behold and something new. Hands grazing her hips, I watched my cock disappear into her pussy. The beautiful arch of her back had me rubbing my hand on the exposed skin.

“So flexible, aren’t you?” I purred, taking my cock out of her body. “Might have to explore that later.” Whimpering, I pushed forward, hitting her cervix. Before she could cry out, one of my hands wrapped around her mouth, keeping her quiet.

“Don’t run away from me.” I pushed into her faster. The fluttering of her walls had her whimper. “Not now, not ever. I’ll find you. I’ll always come for you and fuck you until you can’t hold your eyes open.”

“Is that a promise?” she mumbled into my hand, tears brimming her eyes.

“Don’t test me.” I grunted, thrusting her harder into the stone wall.

“I’ll run toward you,” Christine mumbled again. “Always to you.”

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