Page 48 of Beta Hybrid

I smile into the pillow, my hips rocking until he growls and holds me down, my smile splitting into a grin.

I love you like this, he says down the bond. I love you every way. As he nibbles my clit, even he can’t completely stop me from bucking.

I let out a breathless moan. I love it all too.

Cai turns me so he can see my face. He’s flushed and extremely happy. His black hair is a sexy, wild mess, as I’m sure mine is. He leans forward and takes my face in his hands. ‘Look what you did, baby.’ He smiles down at himself.

For a moment, I think he’s talking about his erect cock. Like, well, yeah. But then I realise he means the rest of his body. Though the wounds have healed, there are faint, white lines where my vines grasped him, where my thorns left their kisses. As the first time I Claimed you will forever mark your skin, so will yours forever mark me.

We’re both kneeling on the bedroll. I reach up, brushing my marks with my index finger. Even at such a subtle touch, my mate shivers, slightly arching closer to me, pressing into my touch. Do you like it?

Cai winds his arms around my naked body, touching me tenderly everywhere. I fucking love it. He presses his lips to me, leading me back down onto the bedroll. I pull Cai closer to me. I reach between us, feeling bold, and touch his hard cock with my fingers.

A flicker of surprise down the bond, followed by intense lust. He pushes into my hand, encouraging me.

I grasp him. This is new to me, too. I don’t know what kind of pressure he wants, so I start slow, my hand sliding up and down his shaft as his lips close over my nipple. They’re still sensitive, so even his lips on me is like two fingers gripping me.

I grasp just a little more firmly and he moans, twitching in my hand. Yes, he growls to me. I push him back a little so he sits up on his knees, always aware of what I’m asking him to do. I move to lower myself to him and he nods happily.

I push him down this time, then settle myself between his open legs. He folds his arms behind his head in that sexy way guys do, showing off his muscles, looking perfectly at home, despite his earlier complaints of the cabin in the tree.

I’m still very new to giving head, but I want to taste him. I want to give him that pleasure. If I’m being honest, it’s my turn to take control, and I want to get so good at this that my big strong alpha becomes putty in my hands. Mouth, whatever. I smile, trying not to show my nervousness.

His hands come down on my head, brushing my hair gently. Take your time. Do what you’re comfortable with.

Of course, he can feel my nerves. I nod gratefully. I lower myself to his impressively long, hard cock. By instinct, I guess, I decide to tease him first, like last time. I place one hand on his hip—wondering if I’ll have to hold him down like he does to me—as I lick the length of his shaft, from base to tip, then back again.

Moans of pleasure and a little shudder pass over him. Cai’s eyes flutter closed, the hand on my head still gentle but slightly digging in. Needing me. Holding onto me.

I lick him a few more times, getting comfortable with him again. I press down on his hip and he smirks at me, knowing what I’m doing. I take a deep breath, remembering to keep my mouth and jaw relaxed, then open my mouth to his tip. I can feel his eyes on me. As I take him in inch by inch, I’m both happy and nervous that he’s watching me.

If I gag, I would rather he not see it. But if I don’t, I want him to be proud of me.

Cai rubs my hair ever so gently, letting me know there’s no rush. My heart swells. I love the fullness of him in my mouth. Physically, he stays quite still, but mentally, I know he’s desperately trying not to thrust into my mouth. I wonder if he’s thinking about his cock hitting the back of my throat, pushing himself into me as he would my pussy, filling me up.

The thought sends a flutter of arousal to my core, but I focus on taking him slowly in my mouth—what do I do with my teeth, and where does my tongue go?—then back and forth, bobbing my head up and down, breathing through my nose.

Cai’s thighs clench and he moans. Fuck yes, Zen.

I don’t know how to ask if I should be doing anything else. If I should go faster or slower, so I keep doing what I’m doing, hoping I won’t choke, because I don’t think that would be sexy and it wouldn’t be great for me.

At this angle, it’s hard to stare about, but I try to glance up at my mate. Those silver eyes burn into me, Cai shuddering with pleasure—and, to my delight, pride—down the bond.

There’s something very satisfying about me being nestled between Cai’s legs, having such control over him.

I love the feel of him in me, on my lips. Peace settles in me, knowing I’m trying something unfamiliar, and much as my mate wants to amp it up, he doesn’t. His fingers are gently stroking my hair, always reassuring me that he’s happy with what I’m doing, at the pace I’m comfortable with.

When I’m no longer straining and thinking too much, I relax a little more, and take even more of him in me, until my nose nearly touches his pelvis. Oh! He cries in my mind. I know he hasn’t come yet, but the hand on my head freezes. Yes, he clarifies, yes. I love how deep you can go.

I do it again until I really do have to hold my hands on his hips to keep him from bucking into me. One day, I’ll be brave enough to ask, even through our bond, if he would want me to mark him while I’m doing this. Or if he wants me to rake my nails down his thighs like I’m thinking about doing. Or if I can ask him how many times in a row I could do this? That, he might not know, but Goddess it would be fun to find out.

I keep up my pace, getting braver and more comfortable with his length in me by the moment, until I find a rhythm which seems to keep him happy and me not gagging.

Cai swears colourfully in my mind and, if I could, I would smile around his hard cock. I’m going to soon, he warns. Can you go a little faster? Is that okay? His hand is still steady on my head, fingers working gently.

Oh. A specific request. I like that. I try to do as he asks, up and down faster, then he showers inside me. For a moment, I stay still, then swallow his seed, then remove myself, sitting up. Thankfully, there are tissues in my backpack. I use them quickly, then return to him.

Cai’s eyes are wild, his breathing a little fast.

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