“You..” Paul swallowed and tried again. “You’re sure you wouldn’t mind if I stayed?”
I couldn’t stop my smile from turning just a touch predatory as I nodded toward his nearly empty plate. “Why don’t you finish that and then we’ll see if I can convince you just how much Iwouldn’tmind having my sexy young husband in my bed for the foreseeable future?”
Chapter Nineteen
Paul
I was still chewing the last bite of cheese when I shoved my chair back from the table and jumped to my feet, making Sylas laugh.
“What?” I huffed as he followed a touch more slowly with a grin on his face. “You’re the one who bribed me to get back in bed!” I narrowed my eyes at him. “This wasn’t just a ploy to trick me into taking my nap, was it?”
Sylas cocked a brow at me and a shiver ran down my spine. “What do you think?”
What did I think? I thought I was probably the luckiest prego in the world to have a hot, gorgeous man waiting to torture me in the best way possible. Breaking eye contact, I scurried down the hall and was naked and under the covers before Sylas made it to the doorway.
“Pull that off,” he demanded, sending another shiver through me.
I shoved the sheet and comforter to the floor and flopped back against the stack of pillows.
“That’s better,” Sylas growled, his eyes scorching a path down my naked body, pausing for the briefest moment on the slight curve of my belly. “Damn you’re hot.”
My dick was already hard -it was starting to be a constant state whenever Sylas was near me -and it jumped at his words.
“Spread your legs, Tiger,” Sylas ordered, never moving from his spot inside the door. “Show me that sweet little hole.”
I gulped and spread my legs wide, bending my knees to give him the best possible view, the now-familiar throbbing beginning low in my gut. He’d already gotten me off twice before he left the house that morning, but my body was responding like it had been months instead.
“Answer me,” Sylas murmured, his silvery eyes sparkling as the scent of my arousal filled the room.
To my embarrassment, that was all it took to make me moan. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Mm, that’s better,” there was a teasing note in Sylas’s voice as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the firm chest I loved to rest my head on and strong arms that held me with a perfect combination of control and tenderness. “Are you getting wet, Paul?”
I moaned again at the words. It hadn’t taken Sylas long to realize that dirty talk turned me on and that I craved giving up control. Given his naturally dominant Alpha attitude, he never had to try to rev my motor.
“Yes, Alpha,” I croaked. I started to slide on hand down to my ass but stopped when he growled.
“That’s mine.”
Christ on a cracker. Was it possible to come just from the shivers racing through my body? I stilled my hand and tried to slow my breathing, watching as Sylas kicked his shoes off and shoved his jeans down, stepping out of them as he stalked toward me.
Big hands wrapped around my thighs and yanked me to the end of the bed, leaving my butt on the very edge. Sylas dropped to his knees and buried his face between my cheeks without warning, nipping and sucking on my pucker. Humiliation washed over me as slick began to leak down my skin, coating his face and drenching his beard, but it only drove me closer to the edge.
My entire body was throbbing and my Alpha hadn’t put so much as a finger inside me.
“Sylas!” I gasped his name. “Fuck me!”
“No,” he disagreed, his words vibrating against my fluttering rim. “You’re too sore to take me again this soon.” One hand slid up my thigh to grip my dick, stroking me in a firm, mind-blowing rhythm that promptly had me sobbing for release.
“Come for me, Tiger,” Sylas demanded, slipping his tongue through my pucker and somehow managing to slide it over my happy spot.
The double sensation was more than I could take and I screamed as my dick pulsed in his grip, dumping my load all over his hand, spattering my groin and dripping down to mat in my pubes.
Sylas made a satisfied sound deep in his throat as he took in one more mouthful of my slick and stood, spitting my juices into his hand and using them to stroke his own cock as he stood over me.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, the naked eroticism of the sight promptly becoming the hottest porn in my spank bank.
Sylas didn’t answer me, instead devouring me with his eyes as his hand moved faster, squeezing and releasing, twisting to slide over the head with a dirty squelching noise, his breathing speeding up.
