But I paused just a moment to look at her—flushed, trembling, helpless and completely safe in my hands. She trusted me. She wanted this. And I wanted to give her the whole fucking world.
“Papa?” she whispered, and I knew she was ready for whatever came next.
I smiled, even though she couldn’t see it, and bent down to kiss her, gentle, slow, promising her everything.
The real fun was just beginning.
I let her squirm for a moment before I moved on.
I reached into the duffel, grabbed the little purple vibe Wrecker had slipped in, and thumbed it on low. The sound was almost nothing, but Aspen flinched, her breath hitching in the sweetest way. I trailed the tip over her nipple—she jolted, almost yelped, then bit her lip. I circled it, flicked the speed up a notch, and watched her whole body tense.
“You good?” I asked, pausing just long enough to let the question register.
She nodded, hair falling over the blindfold. “It’s so much,” she said, voice thin with desperation.
“That’s the idea,” I said. “You tell me if it gets to be too much.”
She whimpered but didn’t ask me to stop. I alternated the vibe between her nipples, then down her ribs, then lower, brushing the insides of her thighs. She was panting now, hips rolling, knees getting wider like she was begging.
I held it over her clit, let the hum vibrate through her, and she made a noise that was part mewl, part sob. Her arms strained at the cuffs, fingers flexing and unflexing. She tried to close her legs, but I pressed them apart, holding her open.
“Papa, please—”
I clicked the vibe to high, pressed it hard to her clit, and she lost it. Her back arched and her body folded as much as she could while suspended, and she howled my name as she came, shuddering so hard I had to hold her down to keep her from pulling too hard.
I didn’t stop. I kept the pressure on, working the vibe in slow, cruel circles until she was begging me to let up. I dialed it down, then slid it inside her, just an inch, and she gasped again—so sensitive, so close to breaking. I leaned in, licking her slick, and she moaned so loud I was glad the house was a quarter mile from the road.
She was a mess, sweat and tears and spit, but she was beautiful.
I set the vibe aside, wiped her down with a warm towel, then uncuffed her wrists. She sagged, boneless, in my arms. I laid her across the bed and peeled off the blindfold, and her eyes were wild, pupils blown black.
“You still okay?” I asked, voice hoarse.
She didn’t answer with words. She lunged at me, legs around my waist, arms locked behind my neck, pressing her wet heat against my stomach. She climbed me, feral and hungry, and crashed her mouth to mine.
I caught her, pressed her onto her back, and lined up at her entrance. She was still quivering, but she needed this—I could feel it in the bond. I pushed in, slow at first, letting her adjust, but she rocked her hips up, desperate for me to fill her.
I obliged. I slammed into her, hard, and she screamed again, this time in pure, raw joy.
I fucked her like I’d never get the chance again; deep, fast, relentless. She clung to me, nails digging into my shoulders, legs wrapped around my ass. I felt the orgasm build in her, tight and hot, and when it hit she shook so hard it took everything I had to keep going.
She begged me to come, begged for it with words and moans and clawing need. I flipped her over onto her stomach.
“Present yourself to your mate, Sunshine.”
She went up on her knees and looked at me over her shoulder. She looked feral.
“Take what your mate is offering, Alpha,” she said deep and raw.
Something snapped inside me when she called me her Alpha. I knew what she meant. We both understood perfectly well that Bronc was the Alpha of this pack, but she just declared that I was the Alpha of this home.
I slammed into her again as she presented her perfect ass to me.
“You are the perfect mate for me. Magnificent in every way.” I told her as I slammed into her over and over. I pulled out and stuck my finger in her pussy, getting it saturated with her wetness. Then I swirled it around her tight pucker, and her breath hitched.
“Do you trust your Alpha?”
She took a breath. “I do.”
