Technically, Iunderstoodwhat the hot Alpha stripping my clothes offsaid, but since my brain had dissolved into a pile of mush as he’d manhandled me into the bedroom, I couldn’t honestly claim to have actuallycomprehendedthe words. Still, when Sylas narrowed his eyes at me, I was able to pull myself together enough to be able to force out a response as my head bobbed. “Yes, Alpha.”
And when he purredGood boyin that deep, honey-whiskey blend voice that shot straight to my already tight balls? I was pretty proud of the fact that I hadn’t jizzed into his face as he tugged my pants off. The self-satisfied smirk on Sylas’s face announced that he was not onlyawareof my reaction, but that he was pleased with it. And the devilish glint in those shimmery silver eyes as straps of cool leather stretched around my sack made it abundantly clear that no matter how ready I was to have my Alpha’s hard cock deep inside me, Sylas was just getting started.
I was so screwed.
Just like with everything else, Sylas started by seeing to my comfort. Even though my belly was still much too small to get in the way of anything, Sylas pushed, prodded, and pulled at my limbs until I was on my hands and knees on the bed. Then, he’d proceeded to wedge firm stacks of pillows under my chest and at the top of my thighs to support my weight should my arms and legs collapse – something that may have happened once or a dozen times when I was lost in the moment.
“Sylas,” there was no artifice in my breathlessness as his large, capable hands continued to stroke my overheated skin. “I want you.”
Sylas gave another one of those rumbly satisfied noises that made my dick jump, smearing precum against my belly. “Don’t you worry Tiger. You’re going to take every inch of me.”
I shuddered and whimpered under my breath, my entire body jerking as Sylas’s hot, wet tongue slid through my crease, his dirty words painting a much more erotic image than the one I’d been stuck on. “Oh,god!”
Sylas pulled away, tsking as he reached for the silken rope that was coiled next to me. “If you can’t hold still, I guess I’ll have to tie you up.”
So slowly that it should have been illegal, my Alpha looped the soft rope around one wrist at a time, tightening it carefully, checking to be sure the knot was secure before moving on to the next and then to my ankles, anchoring each limb to the legs of the bed until he had me trussed up, my legs spread just enough to put me on full display for him.
My blood was pounding so hard that I was half afraid I was having a stroke, my balls throbbing as they were held in check by the leather spreader Sylas had lovingly fitted them with.
“Don’t you look pretty,” Sylas muttered, climbing off the bed and walking around it, inspecting me like I was nothing more than an animal he was bidding on at auction. He raised my chin, stroking my lips with his thumb before fisting my hair and pulling my head back, claiming my lips in a biting kiss before releasing my hair suddenly. “Prime breeding stock,” he murmured, running one hand down my flank and shoving two fingers through my fluttering pucker, a satisfied moan rewarding me when he found my hole already slick and ready for him. “Mm. That’s a good little breeder, aren’t you? That tight little hole is just begging to suck my cock dry.”
The desperate keening noise that echoed through the room would have been embarrassing if I hadn’t been floating, only tethered to the bed by the silken ropes wrapped around my ankles and wrists.
The sound of Sylas’s zipper was unnaturally loud, coming mere seconds before the silk covered steel of his cock drove into me, splitting my body in the most amazing way, the delicious tension tightening inside me as I begged and pleaded to be allowed to cum. I thought he was about to give in when I felt his fingers dragging along the strappy ball spreader, but instead of releasing the snaps, Sylas pulled clear of my body, making me shout in protest as my entire body screamed for him to come back.
“Sylas! Please!” I was sobbing, completely overwhelmed by the litany of new and unfamiliar pleasures he was heaping on me, by the sensations thrumming through my nerve endings.
“What’s the matter, Tiger?” the bastard’s voice was smug as he bent to nibble on the back of my thigh, his tongue tickling me as it lapped up the slick his cock had dragged from my body when he pulled out.
“I..” I choked on the words I couldn’t find. “You..”
“Oh, right,” Sylas said, snapping his fingers as if he’d suddenly remembered something. “You still need your birthday spanking. We can’t forget that!”
I opened my mouth to try again. Begging, pleading, negotiating. Hell, I was even willing to try threatening the man if that was what it took to get him back inside me, but before I found any words, my aching hole was filled with a sudden stretch that stole my breath.
“There we go,” Sylas said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he fingered the base of the plug he’d shoved into my hungry hole. “That should keep you nice and ready for me.” His palm came down on my ass without warning, jostling the plug so that it grazed my prostate, making me gasp.
“Twenty-one, right, Paul? Oh, and one to grow on,” the sadist chuckled, swatting my ass again. “Don’t forget to count, Tiger. I’d hate to have to start all over again.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sylas
Watching Paul come apart over and over as I teased and played with him was amazing. Although, by the time I’d finished with him, finally fucking him through the mattress as I found my own release and then sat back to watch as it seeped out where his puffy, abused asshole was still stretched wide around my throbbing cock, it was possible Paul was regretting having filled me in on at leastsomeof the fantasies that lived in his spank bank. Or, considering the blissed-out expression on his face as he laid floating, maybe he was pretty happy with the outcome. Honestly, he wasn’t in any shape to offer me a qualified opinion.
The bed was a mess of filthy, cum-soaked bedding twisted and bunched beneath us, but when I suggested that we clean up before dozing off, my sweet Omega barely managed to crack one eye open, allowing it to drift down nearly immediately without any response.
Chuckling to myself, I grabbed a wet cloth to clean him up and then leaned back on those same wartime nursing skills to change the bedding around my lover, rolling him back and forth as needed until he was tucked into clean sheets and covered with a light blanket that had thankfully been shoved to the floor early on.
Crawling into the bed, my heart sang when Paul immediately snuggled into me, even in sleep his body craving contact with my own. Once I was sure he was comfortable, I closed my eyes and was quickly pulled into the darkness.
~*~
As an investment advisor, I’m self-employed and, naturally, hadn’t scheduled any client appointments for the morning after Paul’s birthday. Still, when Drey’s receptionist had texted me during the party, I’d promptly agreed to meet him the next day.
Paul was still out cold when I silenced my alarm the next morning. Not only was he still asleep, I wasn’t entirely sure he’d even shifted his position after I’d pulled him against me the night before. Untangling our limbs as carefully as possible so I didn’t wake him, I put a pot of coffee on to brew before yawning my way through a quick shower. Scribbling a quick note and propping it up on the coffee pot, I grabbed my truck keys, filled a travel mug with fresh coffee, and headed out into the peaceful quiet morning.
With the address that Drey had sent me plugged into the navigation system on my cell phone, I tooled on down the road, clearing the usual morning business traffic as I reached the edge of the city. It wasn’t until my phone dinged and announcedsignal lostthat I realized exactly how far out of the way I’d gone.
