I touch his face, bringing our heads together as another wave of pleasure builds inside me. My inner muscles clench around his cock, and even though he shudders and groans, he doesn’t change pace or look away from my eyes.
As the intensity builds, my legs come up, wrapping around him as the intensity builds inside me. Even as I start to tremble and gasp, I don’t look away, and the pleasure breaks, a massive release that cascades through my entire body.
Tingles run across my skin as the orgasm subsides, and Shawn smiles. I smile back, feeling his cock swelling inside me and my body answering his.
“There are so many ways I can bring you pleasure,” he says. “And I can’t wait to discover every single one.”
I kiss him softly, all my words lost to the sensations in my body. The kiss deepens, then becomes almost urgent as my body grips his deep inside. He rocks forward, pressing his body hard against mine until I cry out from pleasure.
With a deep groan, Shawn collapses against me, his strong arms winding around my body as he buries his head on my shoulder. His hips move in long, hard strokes, faster and faster. His entire body hardens, and I feel his cock thickening with every thrust. When it feels like my body is completely at its limit, I feel him shudder from head to foot and cry out as his cock shudders and blows deep inside me.
We cling to each other, our breathing in perfect sync. His hand brushes my cheek lightly, and I turn my head to his caress, knowing that our souls are just as entangled as our bodies and that this is what it means to be loved.
Chapter 25 - Shawn
A cool breeze dashes across the meadow, bringing the promise of a cool night. Standing under the late afternoon sun, I can’t wait for the next few hours to pass. I’ve been out in the park since it first rose this morning.
Not that I mind this particular job, but a long day is still a long day.
“Uncle Shaaawn!” a small voice shrieks, right by my ear. “Spin me again!”
“Okay, kids,” I say. “Once more, then I’m done for the day.”
Around me, a small army of toddlers goes berserk, jumping up and down as they bounce towards me. I lift my arms, and all of them jump up to grab hold. I wait until all of them are attached, then spin around as fast as I can.
The kids shriek with laughter, falling off one by one to roll across the grass and collapse in fits of giggles. When the last boy finally lets go, I drop into the grass myself, breathing hard as I stare into the perfect, cloudless sky.
“Are you dead?” Rex asks from somewhere above me.
“Yes. Leave me in my grave, you cruel bastard.”
“I was just checking. I hope you know alphas don’t get any time off, even once they’re dead.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter. “So you’re here to prop up my corpse?”
“You got it,” Rex laughs. “Sara sent me over here. She wanted to know if you need more spun sugar.”
“If I put any more sugar into these kids, they will dissolve in this heat,” I protest. “I am done, I tell you. Leave me to die, and go on courageously in my name.”
“I would if I could,” Rex says. “But by your wife’s order, I am to put you back in charge of the cotton candy stall.”
“No,” I moan, covering my face with my arm. “Please. Send me back into combat. A minefield. That horrific tunnel we once had to swim through—anything but more cotton candy!”
“Okay,” Rex says, laughing. “I’ve brought you a cold beer. Will that revive you?”
“A little,” I concede, raising a hand. “I’ll need at least another ten to fully raise me from the dead.”
“And some barbecue ribs?”
“Yes, that, too.”
“You’re in luck, then, because they just fired up the grill.”
I sit up tentatively, taking the beer from Rex’s hand as I look around without lifting my head above the height of the grass.
“Are they gone?” I whisper.
“Who?”
