The stretch around his hands is bringing me comfort as I hold on to his shoulders and let everything else fade away. This moment is bliss.
“Come all over my fists, sweet girl,” he says, and I bite my lip.
I am pretty fucking sweet, aren’t I?
I nod my head that I’m close, but then he shocks me by placing his cock inside of me while keeping one hand inside of me as the other toys with my clit.
Fuck yes.
I rise on my knees and slide down his slick-covered fingers and cock. He moans and whimpers as I slide down.
The noises are a direct hit to my clit as he stretches me so perfectly.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You like how your Beta can stretch your sweet little cunt so nice?” he says, and I shiver.
Who knew I’d hit the jackpot with a Beta who’s not only hot, but also freaky and sweet?
I dig my nails into his back and press his lips against my throat.
It’s not a bond, not even close.
But I just need his claim on me. I need everything.
When he makes his fist larger inside of me and whispers my name. I fall apart. My pussy contracts around his hand as I reachmy release. It hits deep in my lower belly, numbing some of the pain.
He gently pulls his abused hand out of me, and before he can do anything, I slide his cock back into me and wrap my arms and legs around him.
This feels so nice.
Different from being stuck when knotted.
But I like this just as much.
My warm pussy clenches around his cock, keeping him nice and warm inside of me.
I don’t shift my hips or move. I just hold him, and he holds me, his hard, patient cock deep within me.
Neither of us moves besides our hands soothing skin. My Beta makes a few pained noises when I move a certain way. I like that he’s wrapped around my pussy and eventually also wrapped around my finger.
He absolutely should be.
CHAPTER 28
I’m holding a rag to my nose. More specifically, a rag that can be used for this because Sloane has labeled which rags serve which purpose.
Max holds an ice pack to his cheek as we both glance at one another.
“This can’t happen again,” he says.
“No, it can’t,” I agree
The thought of Sloane crying and cowering in a corner is not the vision I had of her during her heat. She should be blissed out and boneless right now. But we’ve hurt her, and I can’t do that.
I can’t change that Max is her scent match. I don’t know how, but I’m going to have to change my opinions on the man. At the very least, we’ve got to learn how to coexist.
The past has to fuck off, and we’ve got to figure out a way to make this dysfunctional pack dynamic work.
