Page 43 of Soul of the Chaos

“My turn now, mate.”

My growl was soft and sexy and it captured my beta’s attention in an instant. His wolf glimmered in his gaze, speculative as to whether he would allow my dominant tone. Coming to a decision, Mongrel smirked and worked himself further up the bed as I crawled over top of him and chomped playfully on his neck.

My lover rumbled, his hands coming up to bury themselves in my hair. I sighed as he tugged at my roots. “Don’t tease me, pup. If you’re going to take me, hurry up and do it.”

“Oh, I’ll take you, mate. But I’ll be doing it at my own pace, thank you very much.”

Quick as a flash, I pinched his nipple. Mongrel sucked back a growl of reprimand as I grinned and bent to suck the sting away while my other hand reached for the lube. Squirting a generous amount on my fingers, I arched my eyebrow and reached below his rapidly inflating cock to scratch his balls.

He groaned, legs spreading a little wide in invitation.

For a short time, I danced over the nub of his ass—that little bundle of nerves at the base of his dick and balls—then slipped quickly behind to stroke his rim. He rumbled again, edgier this time. Full of violence and need.

With a growl of my own, I lashed at the other nipple, harsher now. Demanding that my beta give his pleasure over to me so I could take him higher. I pushed my first finger past that ring of resistance, dragging it out and thrusting it back in. Deeper and faster, unrelenting in my intention.

Mongrel was panting by the time I pulled away from torturing the dusky nub of his nipple with my teeth. His wolf flashed in his eyes, goading me on. It was a delicate tightrope we walked as I added another finger and began gently but insistently scissoring as he rippled in gasping capitulations.

Each one more delicious than the last.

My lover’s eyes were awash with vulnerability as his breath sawed in and out of his chest in time with my lazy thrusts. I knew what he was thinking. My fierce beta mate wouldn’t open this way for any other. Only his omega. Only me. I kissed his lips in a sweet kiss, letting him take back a little control as he fucked my mouth hungrily with his tongue and tucked his legs under him to thrust impatiently into my waiting fingers.

Then I bit his bottom lip as I withdrew. “Now who’s the impatient one. Wouldn’t want you to walk like a cowboy at breakfast now, would we, Sergeant?”

“Don’t care. Take me. Hard. Fast. Deep. Right fucking now.”

“Yeah, I get it now.” I threw my head back and laughed. “Why you get off on making me beg.”

“Silver,” he growled, his wolf rumbling in his chest.

My lover was quivering with the need to assert his dominance and yet, right underneath all of that bluster, I could hear the whine of relief as I refused to back down. An omega had one skill above all others. The ability to read what his packmates truly need. Tonight, Mongrel needed to cede control. To take what I gave him and to relish the knowledge that love and sweetness still existed in the world, even if it was only between us.

I pulled my fingers from his ass and he hissed at the emptiness left in my wake. “It’s okay, my mate. Not gonna leave you empty for long.”

“Don’t leave me,” he growled, reaching up and catching me behind the neck to hold my forehead to his own. “Not ever.”

“Never,” I promised as I rubbed plenty of lube on my cock and lined up with his flushed entrance.

“Do it. Do it now, pup.”

I sucked in a breath and plunged all the way up to the hilt as Mongrel roared and thrashed beneath me until he shuddered and relaxed in submission.

“You okay?” I whined, licking at his lips. Hating to think that, although I was only obeying orders, I might have hurt him, too.

At the same time, my whole body was shaking with the effort not to pummel him. I had to use every bit of willpower I had just to hold on and wait until he adjusted to my intrusion. My wolf rattled in my chest impatiently. He wanted to own this beautiful ass. To make it his own. Now that we were bonded, my animal wanted to feel his beta mate crash over the edge as we painted him with our seed.

Mongrel’s lips kicked up in a devilish smile. “Better than okay. I can feel you, Silver. Here.”

He placed my palm over his chest. I shuddered and groaned as he gave me permission to hold him down, tucking his ankles around my back. Powerless to do anything else but acquiesce to his silent demands, I gripped his hip with my other hand, drawing out nice and slow then thrusting back into him balls deep.

Mongrel reached up to cup my throat in one large hand. Squeezing just enough so that I felt his total power over me, even as I pulled slowly out and slid home once more.

“Only you, pup.”

The growl was soft and lethal, like Death’s last caress. His hand squeezed, gentle but unyielding. A subtle reminder from his beast that he could snap my neck like a twig. But he wouldn’t. Not today, not ever. This was a hard man who used every ounce of his ferocity to protect the ones he loved. He would lay down his life’s blood just to see them smile.

I leaned into the contact with a sigh, my body trembling with the effort it took not to slam home in response to his aching vulnerability. This was our moment to affirm that his strength was Goddess given for my protection. Solace, the gift she gave my fierce beta mate in return.

“Only me,” I snarled back, the usually placid wolf inside rising to pace proudly under the gleam of admiration from his mate.

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