Page 19 of Pack’s Pledge

She hummed, her lips parting over the head of my cock, and heat enveloped me.

“Oh,” I groaned. I wasn’t going to last; this was going to be over embarrassingly quickly, if she kept making those sweet, sweet sounds, if she kept flicking her tongue over my slit like that. Could she taste how much I wanted her? Because I did; I wanted her so much. The moonlight against her mahogany hair, her smooth shoulders, the curve of her spine as she bent to take me deeper–

My hips jumped involuntarily and I felt my cock slip further into her mouth to hit the tight ring of her throat.

“Sorry–” I panted, but she didn’t pull away, just used both hands to pump my shaft, her lips flush against her fingers,tight tight tightaround me. “Britt, I can’t–I’m going to come, Britt,Britt–”

And still she didn’t pull back, just sank down, covering me with hands and mouth and swallowing around me as I squeezed my eyes shut, pleasure pounding through my veins and shooting deep into her throat.

“God, Britt,” I said, boneless against the back of the couch. My fingers and toes were tingling pleasantly. I opened my eyes, and nearly had to close them again: she was so pretty, so perfect, kneeling before me, and my instincts had me wanting to cover her body with my own and mark her all over. “Give me a second.”

I half-expected her to say something inane, likeoh, you don’t have to,but instead, she smiled up at me, a smirk on her lips. I wanted to kiss it off, knowing I’d taste myself there, and maybe she was thinking the same thing (or maybe she’s just perfect for you, something lodged deep in my brain said) because her tongue darted out to swipe across her lower lip.

“Take as long as you need.” Her voice was husky and warm.

As long as I need?

With her…

It was forever.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Britt

After a moment tocatch his breath, Conall had picked me up, his strong hands grasping my thighs, and strode the few feet from living room to bedroom as if I weighed nothing. My back hit the mattress almost before I realized what was happening.

“You’re so strong,” I said stupidly, staring up at him. His hair had fallen over his high forehead, and I pushed it back just to watch it fall back again. I trailed my fingers and eyes down from his broad shoulders to his bare chest, the trail of hair that led from his defined abs lower, to his bobbing cock. He was big. I’d known alphas were, but knowing something and seeing it so close to between one’s own thighs–and so close in size to one’s thighs, too–were two different beasts entirely. He’d been so massive when I’d had him in my mouth, my lips stretched wide around his head, but he’d tasted like man and sweat and that distinctive Conall scent, the one that had clung to him since even before his presentation. I ran my hands back up from his stomach to his pecs, then to his firm biceps.

“If you’re so into muscles, why didn’t you chase any alphas before me?” he said, his body tensing under my touch.

“It’s not your muscles, Conall,” I said. “It’s you.” I was saying too much, and I knew it, but I was drunk on the way he had looked when he came, the way he looked now.

The way he made me feel when I was with him: powerful and weak all at once.

Breathless, like I’d just run a race–and won.

His eyes darkened, and he leaned into me, his forehead touching mine for a moment, before he crashed his mouth into mine. His kisses felt as desperate as I felt, my heart yearning formore more more.

As I’d slipped into the pretty lingerie hours earlier, I had made a half-hearted attempt to convince myself that I just wanted to get this, him,Conallout of my system.

But then he had to go and look at me likethat.

Like he would actually chooseme, when he had a pack, an omega, a billion-dollar business.

He lifted me again, smirking this time, but only deposited me a few inches further up the mattress, my back against the pillows of my bed. He sank down between my legs, his eyes dark on mine, and tugged gently at my panties–the lacy, skimpy things I’d been given by his packmates, but that I’d worn tonightjust for him. I lifted my ass and slid them down over my hips before Conall pulled them the rest of the way down. By the time he’d gotten them all the way off, I’d reached behind myself with one hand to unhook my bra, letting it fall away and tossing it onto the floor with the panties.

“Oh,Britt,” Conall said, looking up at me with those familiar eyes now filled with heat and desire and need, and I wondered for a split-second if he’d always looked at me like that, or if it was just tonight–

And then I couldn’t think any longer.

His tongue swiped across my slit, and he groaned, his eyes falling shut and the vibrations of his mouth reverberating out from my desperate center through my belly. He ate me out with enthusiasm and abandon, his mouth and lips and tongue moving over my folds as he groaned, tasting me, licking and kissing and devouring me as I squirmed beneath him. Thick fingers pushed into my tightness, plunging deep inside to stroke me from inside, too much and not enough, and I ached for the stretch of his cock, for us to be even closer before losing myself in the sensation again–

This had never been so good with any other boyfriends,I thought, letting his silky hair run through my fingers as his tongue flicked across my swollen clit, lips wrapping around it and sucking, hard.

It’s because it’s him,something deep within my bones seemed to say,because it’s Conall, and he’syours, he always has been, you lo–

My vision burst starry white behind my eyelids and my back arched as a wave of release ripped over me, from the base of my spine up into my skull, then down to my toes, leaving a static-filled warmth in its wake. Conall’s hands gripped hard onto my thighs, keeping them from clamping around his head and I remembered that fuck, he was an alpha, if he felt threatened, he could tear me to shreds–and somehow, that just made it hotter, as his tongue worked hard, then soft against my folds, drawing out a lingering orgasm, leaving me shuddering and spent.

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