Not the other.
Gods, was she tight. That pussy he’d crafted from the ruin Jacques had left her with, absolutely perfect. A triumph, a monument of his skill.
And she deserved to learn how to enjoy it.
Carefully taking her hips in his hands, Jules showed Brenya how to cant her hips to meet his slow, upward thrusts with her own sinful rolls and grinds.
“My love,” he breathed, starting up with abject adoration. “I’ll never give you a knot, but I’ll always give you this.”
This intense attention. A level of skill that he would dedicate to her until the end of time.
Breathless, growing braver as she undulated those sweet hips, Brenya could not stop herself from admitting, “I wantthis.”
Those sweet words sent a fresh pulse of pleasure through him, Jules flexing his buttocks, driving himself impossibly deeper, groaning at the way Omega cervix kissed the tip of his cock.
Anything. He would doanythingto keep this feeling. To keep her.
“And I’ll give you pleasure, Brenya. More than you can— ah, fuck! That’s it,” Jules panted, unable to stop himself from pumping upward, seeking more of her. “Keep grinding, just like that. Work your hips; pleasure yourself on my cock. It’s yours.”
She did. Losing herself in indulgence on her terms.
He caught her hands, interlacing their fingers, supporting her so she could ride him as she would, as he said, “Look at me. Gods, never stop looking at me that way.”
Vulnerable, naked to him in a way she’d never been with Jacques.
Jules didn’t need the pair-bond in that moment to see her, those honey eyes laying bare the deepest parts of her soul.
His soul. Her soul was his.
To replace the one he’d lost.
“I love you.” He meant every word.
And her face contorted as if pained, her pussy twisting around his cock murderously tight. Jaw loose, she took, using his cock for her pleasure, lashes fluttering as her eyes lost focus.
The sensation was indescribable, Jules gritting his teeth to maintain control so she could experience this as she deserved. Where their fingers were interlaced, she held tight, smearing her pussy over his pubis, dragging her clit over him, legs shaking, hips grinding her down as a cry tore from her throat, echoing through the bedchamber and likely beyond the Red Room’s walls.
His balls drew up tight, climax building at the base of his spine, as Jules buried his face in Brenya’s neck, inhaling her scent, feeling her pulse jump against his lips. So close, so…
“Please,” a female beg, an Omega cry for her mate to join her.
That drove him past his breaking point, Jules lowing like a dying beast. And then the pulsations, the eruptions, shaft and balls throbbing as that first load sent his mate’s cunt into greedy milking convulsions that sucked the cum right out of him.
A delicious, squelching sound, the thick slurry of his seed leaking out around his cock as he continued to pump his hips until he’d given her every potent drop.
Drawing their joined hands down to where he’d stuffed her full, Jules murmured, “Curl your fingers and put two inside yourself. Yes, Brenya, you need to do this. Slip them in next to my cock and feel for where you ache—a spongy, walnut texture.”
She resisted when he released their interlaced fingers, Jules shaping her palm into the proper form and helping her squeeze those delicate fingers into a pussy already full of cock.
“Do you feel it? Find it, angel. Good, now press hard. Harder. Rub if that feels good.” He nipped at her earlobe, Jules’s voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “This is how you can give yourself the sensation of a knot if I’m not with you. So that you don’t have to suffer. Learn to make yourself feel good. There you go.Play.”
Each uncertain, untried upward thrust of her fingers pushed more sticky Beta cum out of her sweet pussy, but Brenya found it. She found one needy bundle of nerves and dug her fingers in until her eyes rolled back in her skull.
It wasn’t a knot. She lacked Jules’s finesse. But it was the secret she’d been missing.
It was relief.
And for one blissful moment, it was her pleasure alone. No Jules or Jacques required.
