He would rage to feel Brenya’s pleasure, or cry. Gods, watching him cry had been highly fulfilling, Jules looking forward to doing it again.
And such thoughts may have made Jules even harder, giving Brenya more toplaywith.
“Feel how much I want you,” he rasped, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat. “How much you please me.”
A female sigh, another dribble of slick, Brenya curling her toes and accidentally catching the spongy head of his cock on her opening.
She let out a cry, an adorable, needy squeal, and with that, he took Brenya’s mouth, took control, the kiss turning filthy, messy, urgent, Jules licking his way inside.
Exciting her more than she could handle.
Sliding one hand down to grip her waist while the other tangled in her wet hair, Jules kissed her like a man possessed, like a starving man at a feast, like he couldn’t get enough of her.
Passionate.
Deeply pleased. Pouring reassurance into her, infecting her with encouragement, turning his wife into a beautifully disheveled mess hungry for Beta cock right as Jacques began to torment her.
Or, at least, to try.
But the Alpha had been made far more impotent, that one meeting enough to give Brenya greater sovereignty.
And she noticed, her voice cracking, raw, as she pulled away confused. “I don’t hear him…. I mean, Ifeelhim, and he’sangry, but I can’t hear him telling me to stop.”
Beneath the distress, there was a flicker of something new. Something dangerously close to hope. Full eyes staring down at Jules as if she saw a man cursed by his own demons in desperate need of salvation. An evil man with secret knowledge.
As if he had saved her.
As if it was she who would save him.
The foolish, beautiful girl having yet to realize that he relished ruling hell, especially when it was bathed in her light.
Notched at her dripping entrance, Jules teased with shallow thrusts, hinting at what waited if she would only accept him. “Then, by all means, don’t stop. Sit back and take what’s yours, Brenya.”
“I…”
“It’s okay. Yes, like that,” Jules groaned, breath coming in short pants as she began to split her fluttering cunt on eager cock. “Good girl. No need to rush.”
It was agony of the best sort, feeding his throbbing dick into her tight, drooling hole, waiting for his wife to commit, to open, to slide down until she’d swallowed all of him. Jules letting her take her time, exploring inch by delicious inch. Her succulent passage, every ridge and fold, accepting him inside a dripping pussy so tight he could cum with an errant thought.
“You feel incredible,” he breathed, momentarily still as he savored how perfectly he’d restored her.
And then triumph, wet pulsations of her inner muscles squeezing his meat, starved for cum as she finally bottomed out, their bodies fully enmeshed.
Jules’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips, fighting every instinct to roll her onto her back and pound her cunt into submission. To wind her up into so much need she would do or say anything he wished.
The way her tits heaved, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath as she sat up and pressed a hand to her lower belly, as if feeling him inside and out, struggling just a little to take him.
As if this was the first time this position had been anything but agony.
It calmed him before he could do something stupid.
Stroking a finger under her chin, Jules tucked away the beast within and set aside his needs for hers. “Shh, darling. You’re in control. Take a breath, give yourself a moment to stretch. You will adapt, and you don’t need to be afraid. We can stop at any time.” His touch slid up Brenya’s ribs, cupping the weight of her breast, Jules worshiping it with a possessive squeeze, the stiffness of her nipple poking into his palm, as he said, “Whenyou’re ready, we can play. You can see what you like. I’ll be patient. Does it feel nice, angel?”
“It feels—” The words caught off on a moan as Brenya felt him jump inside her, Jules flexing a muscle that twitched his cock, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.
“I know.” Leaning up, he captured one of her nipples between his teeth, worrying the sensitive bud with light nips and soothing licks, smiling at Brenya’s helpless little whimpers. “Youfeel amazing.”
Omega desire pulsed through the bond between them, a constant, insistent drumbeat that had Brenya rocking her hips in little, unsure hitches. All as her hands roamed over his chest, as if reassuring herself that it was him.
