Was Dallas a bit of a masochist?
The hazy thought floated through my mind as I felt his tongue slide down from my sensitive clit to the entrance of my pussy, the tip prodding its way inside and curling upward to nudge against the sensitive spot that was normally only touched by an alpha’s knot.
My eyes clenched shut as I tried to keep from coming against his mouth and making a complete mess of his face.
“Dallas,” I said before he could finish me off, pulling him up by his hair so we were face-to-face.
“What?” he asked, his eyes heavily lidded with satisfaction as he lifted his fingers to wipe at the slick on his face before popping said fingers into his mouth.
I could hardly believe this was the same man who spoke several languages and could work out several solutions to a problem in his head at the drop of a hat. “Where were you hiding all this freak at?”
He grinned, fluttering his lashes at me. “This is the premium subscription of Dallas Wilson, just for you.”
“Ad free?” I joked as he slid up in between my thighs, my breath hitching as he gently wrapped both of my legs around his waist.
“Always,” he promised as he used his hand to guide the leaking head of his cock to my core.
“And you’ll bond me? I asked, suddenly serious as we stared at each other, both on the precipice of making a very permanent decision—something that had terrified the alpha in front of me so much not very long ago.
The moment was so intimate that a lump of emotion was rising in my throat.
Dallas’s green eyes softened and he nodded. “I want this, Lennon. You and the pack, forever.”
Reaching up, I held his jaw in my hands. “What made you change your mind?”
“Brooks,” he replied simply, his voice filled with laughter. “He told me not to worry about all of the noise and to just think about my feelings for once and act on those instead of thinking logically.”
“He’s a smart man,” I told him sagely and we exchanged matching grins. “Now, are you going to put that in or am I going to have to do it myself?”
I pointedly looked down in between us where he was still hovering just outside of the entrance of my pussy, teasing me while we carried on our conversation far longer than we needed to.
Dallas opened his mouth to speak, but the time for that had long since passed and I could feel another weak flare of heat curling in my stomach.
One flex of both of my legs around his waist brought his thick length inside of me, making both of us moan.
“You didn’t even give me a chance,” Dallas complained, resting his forehead against mine.
“You were taking too long,” I told him with a sniff as I held us firmly together, giving myself a chance to adjust to him.
Without all of the crazy heat pheromones, I realized that I was feeling a little bit tender after the sex marathon that I’d been partaking in over the last two days.
Dallas must have felt my wince, because one of his hands slipped down in between our bodies and his thumb began to brush slow circles around my sensitive clit until my insides unclenched and fully accepted him.
“You’re tight, I can’t believe how tight you are, Lennon,” he managed to say with a low growl.
His hips jerked forward, pressing my back further into the plush headboard.
“Then loosen me up with that thick cock of yours,” I told him, conjuring up every ounce of courage I possessed in my body to get those naughty words out of my mouth without the incoherency of my heat.
Heat-addled Lennon had been firing them off with an ease that semi-coherent me did not possess and I was fighting off the urge to not cringe as soon as the words left my mouth.
But Dallas seemed to like it because I felt him swell inside of me and he shuddered, his lips pressing into mine before kissing along my jaw, neck, and back behind my ear.
It felt like every spot he kissed was sensitive and new in ways that I couldn’t remember during my heat and to top it all off the alpha moved at such a ridiculously slow pace that I felt like he was torturing me as he rolled his hips against mine.
My hands slipped underneath his arms, my nails digging gently against his shoulder blades.
“Faster, Dallas,” I pleaded as he fixated on a spot on my collarbone, his teeth rubbing the skin back and forth over the bone. “Harder.”
