“Be a good little mate, Nes, and cum for your Alpha,” Murphy ordered against her lips, his breathing as labored as hers. “Will you do that for me, sweetheart? Will you cum all over my hand?”
Nessa shattered, her pussy clamping around his fingers as the world around her flashed bright white, pleasure completely blinding her. She cried out, rocking eagerly against Murphy’spalm, desperate to take more of him, to ride out her orgasm until she was nothing left but atoms to be scattered across the universe.
“Good girl, Nessa,” Murphy praised, his voice heavy with lust. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good breaking apart on my fingers.”
She tightened around him, her pussy spasming hard as a smaller orgasm detonated, taking her in its grip.
Slowly, the world around her returned, and she moaned in protest as Murphy pulled his hand from between her thighs, rising slowly to his feet. “Don’t move, Nes. I’m going to grab something to get you cleaned up.”
Don’t move?
That wouldn’t be a problem. Her legs felt like jelly. Hell, her entire body felt like jelly. If she tried to stand, she’d likely fall flat on her ass.
She snorted, relaxing back into the couch as he left the room. She blinked slowly, her brain completely fried.
A few moments later, Murphy returned, the thick bulge in his jeans drawing her attention. Her mouth watered at the sight, and the newly awakened sexual deviant inside her wanted to reach for it, to take his cock in her hand and see if she could make him cum just as hard as she had.
She didn’t think she could be so bold, though. Not yet.
She hadn’t even realized he’d brought a damp wash cloth with him until he kneeled in front of her again, gently parting her thighs. She blushed but did as he silently commanded, leaving herself exposed to him. He began cleaning her up, just like he had promised, sending her a small, cocky grin when he noticed her watching him.
“How are you feeling? You still okay with what we did?”
Nessa nodded, struggling to form a coherent thought. “Yeah. I didn’t think it would be so …” She trailed off, furrowing her brow.
Murphy removed the cloth from between her thighs, kissing her knees. “So what?”
“Easy,” she admitted, pursing her lips. “I thought I’d have some hesitancy or reservations.” To be honest, she thought that she wouldn’t be able to go through with it at all, too hung up on the past.
Instead, she’d forgotten everything from before, completely wrapped up in the moment with Murphy. Wholly focused on him and the way he made her feel.
The monsters that lurked in her mind hadn’t been allowed to take up even a second of her thoughts while he had explored her body. And it was …
Amazing.
Surreal.
Shocking.
“I guess I just feel lucky,” she added softly, her throat clogging with emotion. Lucky at how normal it had all seemed. A lot of people didn’t get to experience that kind of normal after enduring sexual abuse, and after everything she’d endured, she’d assumed she would be one of them.
To know she wasn’t, at least not entirely, gave her hope. A lot more damned hope than she’d let herself have in a long time. Hope at a normal life, hope that someday she could be the mate Murphy deserved.
She wanted that more than anything.
“I feel lucky, too,” Murphy told her, laying another kiss on her upper thigh. “Lucky that you’re my mate. And that you taste sublime,” he added, playfully nipping her.
It didn’t hurt, but he looked completely ridiculous, and she laughed, feeling lighter.
“I think I want to take a shower.” Although cleaning her off was a sweet gesture, relaxing under the hot spray of a showerhead sounded amazing. “You might have to hold me up, though, because I don’t think my legs are working right.”
Murphy tensed beside her, the playfulness draining from his face.
Immediately, she was on alert, sitting up. When he leaned back on his heels to distance himself from her, she grabbed onto his sweater, pulling him back toward her. “Murphy, what’s wrong?”
He’d acted weird when she’d mentioned a shower last night, but his reaction tonight was even more obvious.
A muscle jumped in his cheek, and he was silent for so long she didn’t think he’d answer her. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you seeing me naked,” he stated eventually, his mouth snapping closed in sudden aggravation.
