“You weren’t supposed to. Showing you would have been emotional blackmail,” he whispers. “At the very least, it wouldhave fucked with your head. You needed to decide what you wanted without that.”
Licking the blood and salt from my lips, my cock reminds us of its existence by bobbing between us.
“As for my cum in your hole, I always come prepared,” he says, pulling out a buttplug.
“I swear, you’re the Plug Daddy,” I breathe in awe, making Skylar snort in amusement.
“I think you’re cum drunk,” he says, pulling out of me so he can push the plug into place. Dropping my feet to the ground, Skylar lowers himself until he’s eye level with my dick. “Such a pretty cock, and it’s all mine.”
He doesn’t ease me in, and there’s absolutely no teasing tonight. I have to bite my fist to stifle my noises as he swallows me down whole, his cheeks hollowing out for the perfect suction. It feels as if he’s about to pull my soul out of my dick, and I think if anyone can do it, Skylar is the alpha for the job.
I take back every silly thing I’ve ever said about not being able to fuck a soul.
“Alpha, please,” I beg, unsure what I’m trying to ask for as my hips fuck his face without completely meaning to.
All I can do is ride his tongue and mouth until black spots ruin the vision of my alpha worshiping me on his knees. Shoving my fist into my mouth to gag myself, I shoot ropes of cum down Skylar’s throat. The sound of him swallowing me down is feral and sexy. It’s hard to keep my feet underneath me, so I lock my knees in an attempt to do it.
Skylar raises his head and drops his tongue to show the cum still clinging to it. He’s very proud of himself as I sag against the wall, and I’m unprepared for when he bites down on my thigh, solidifying the other half of his bond.
My soul feels so full and happy as this happens, I finally feel at peace. There’s no anxiety, worries about what to do next, and relaxation radiates through me.
Skylar feels like love, aggression, and happiness, which oddly makes perfect sense.
“You look happy,” he teases me, fixing my pants as he stands.
“Thanks, I just got railed until my attitude magically realigned,” I sigh happily.
Skylar barks out a laugh, and I grin as I attempt to fix my shirt.
“Pssh, I’ll do it,” he murmurs, moving my hands so he can button my shirt. “I’m going to need to see how many buttons you pulled apart, Little Viking.”
“Sorry,” I say, not in the least apologetic.
Skylar’s beautiful lips call to me, and I have to lean in to kiss him. He lets me pull him in while his fingers magically continue to work, and then he has to lean away to fix my tie. My eyes move to his shirt, and I wince as I see several are missing.
“It may be harder to pull you back together,” I admit.
“I don’t really care,” he says, moving to the mirror. Pulling off the tie, he shoves it in his pocket before leaving the shirt open as it is. “Your mark is making a statement, baby.”
Walking to the sink to wash my hands, I chuckle as I see how dark my bite is against his skin. At least it’s not bleeding anymore.
“I’m so hungry,” I groan, pumping soap into my hands to wash them.
“I think we’ve been gone long enough that the food will be there,” he says, quickly washing his hands. “Oh well, if your mother wasn’t hearing wedding bells before, she definitely will be now.”
“God, please don’t encourage her. She’ll be planning a shotgun wedding with Rhodes before you know it otherwise.”
“Other than the shotgun part, I see nothing wrong with it. No matter how much cum I fill your pussy up with, I can’t get you pregnant,” he says.
The “unfortunately” part is unspoken, but it still echoes between us as my face turns cherry red. Since there’s nothing else to do, Skylar unlocks the door and pulls it open to find Rhodes appearing smug on the other side of it.
“About fucking time, love bugs,” he says, pulling us into a hug. “Hmm. You both smell amazing.”
“Ugh, this is going to suck,” I laugh, uncaring as we make our way back to the table.
Silvia hides a smile as we sit down, and my dad glances at the bite on Skylar’s neck and shrugs.
“Is there a ring yet?” Mom asks, taking a bite of her pasta primavera.
