And whatever he was thinking was distracting enough that he didn’t hear the lube I snuck out of the bag beside the bed.
“You…it…I’m….” Whining in frustration, he pushed his ass up and hid his face against the bed. “Please, Sir. I’ll be good.”
Oh…that was very good and deserved a reward, so I slid one slicked finger right into him and into his prostate.
Bingo.
He cried out again as he clenched around me, but he managed not to come. “That’s. I’m. You’re. Yes. Good slut. Yes.”
Every time I thought he couldn’t get sexier, he amped it up again.
“That’s right.” Shifting to fucking him slowly, I let his body relax and turned the pleasure to something warmer and gentler. “You’re going to be my good slut.”
And at the moment that meant moaning for me and letting me stretch his needy entrance.
His patience was running low and his desire still running high, so he wasn’t going to let me drag out sinking deep into him. Two fingers were his limit and it was actually more time than I thought I would get without him coming. Once his whines turned frustrated and desperate, though, I eased my fingers out and gave him another spank. “On your knees, slut.”
His brain was too scrambled for much, but I managed to get his clothes off as he pushed up onto all fours and then onto his knees. He had a wild look in his eyes but his cock was hard as a rock as he knelt beside me, naked and beautiful and desperate. “Good slut.”
One caress of my hand down his face had his eyes closing and his dick jumping for attention. “I… Yes… That…”
Whatever he thought he’d said added spice back to his sweet smell and had precum slicking up the head of his cock. He was barely holding on to reality and I knew subspace was calling to him, but he forced his eyes to stay on me as I sat up on the mattress.
Freeing my dick from my pants had him licking his lips and letting out another soft, needy moan. The naked versus clothed thing was clearly a good choice. So I palmed my cock as I grabbed his neck with my free hand, which had him slipping into stunned silence as his muscles quivered. “Who do you belong to?”
“You…” As the sighed-out answer trailed off, I whirled him around and positioned him on all fours on the bed. “Alpha…”
“That’s right.” Nudging his knees further apart got another moan from him and I knew he was imagining wonderfully dirty thoughts. “I’m your Alpha and everyone is going to see it.”
Ha.
He’d thought I’d forgotten.
My naughty mate sucked in a breath and nearly came. I could feel the way his body was barely holding back his orgasm as I slowly pressed the head of my dick against his entrance. It was like he was strung so tight he was ready to snap, and he gave me the most incredible sounds as I eased inside him and his desperation skyrocketed.
“They knew you were going to be mine as soon as I saw you…now they’re seeing all of you…all your desperation…all your desire…all your submission…” I paused about halfway in,letting him get used to the fullness and hoping he’d remember to breathe.
He did.
Eventually.
I took that as my sign to keep going, rocking back and forth until I bottomed out in him. Every muscle was twitching and it felt like the only thing that kept him from flying off into space was my holding him down.
So I tightened my hold around the base of his neck and stroked my other hand down his back, loving the way he melted for me again. “That’s right. You’re showing them what a good mate you’re going to be…sweet…submissive…sexy as fuck.”
Snapping my hips, I grinned as he cried out and his body tightened around me again. He was so close the lack of attention to his cock was the only thing holding back his orgasm. Fucking him harder only made him more desperate, but I drew it out as long as possible, whispering about us being watched and how sexy everyone thought he was.
When it was either orgasm or subspace, I pulled him up so his back was against my chest and grabbed his cock in an almost painful grip. “Show them how much you want to come. Show them how much you want to be my mate. Used. Claimed. Knotted.”
Perfection.
Dorian cried out as his body bucked against me and his orgasm exploded out of him. One more thrust had me following him over, the incredible sensations of his body rippling around me too good to resist. But instead of the pleasure fading likehe’d probably expected, my knot expanded and magnified every incredible sensation.
Every thrust had him screaming out his pleasure as the stretch and burn of my growing body got to be almost too much. When we were finally tied together, his body just gave up and he went boneless against me, barely twitching as his orgasm kept firing through him even though there was nothing left in him.
When the overwhelming pleasure finally faded until he was barely jerking and just rubbing his cheek against my shoulder, I kissed his head and sat back on my heels. “Just relax, Wölfchen. I’ve got you.”
He softly moaned, reflexively clenching around me as another jolt raced through him. “You’ve…you’ve got me.”
