Grabbing his hips, I press forward.
We groan in unison when the blunt head of my cock breaches his tight hole. I thrust into him, unable to resist the siren song of his moans and whimpers. Warm velvet flesh of his entrance grips my cock like a vice. Like a warm, wet mouth sucking me dry.
I can’t take my eyes off where we are joined. The image of his small, tight body being pounded by my large cock is an image I want branded into the backs of my eyelids. He gasps, nails digging into my back, spurring me on with wordless pleas.
“Ember. Oh, gods. Alpha!” he chants, his voice breathless. “I’m about to comeagain.” He sounds in awe of this revelation, his entire body tensing, his hole going impossibly tighter. I have to fight against him to pull back and thrust in again.
I need to feel him come undone. More than I’ve ever needed anything before. Watching his face as he goes from bliss to euphoria. The most captivating sight I’ve ever witnessed in all my lives.
I fuck him through his next orgasm. Letting him ride out the aftershocks with shallow thrusts of my cock. He’s gone pliant on the bed, legs falling open wide. His tight hold on the sheets goes slack for a moment. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and he is all mine. I couldn’t be happier.
When his hole stops trying to strangle my cock, I pull out. An adorable whine leaves his lips, causing me to smirk. His cock is still hard despite the two orgasms I’ve wrung out of him. I urge him to flip over, onto his hands and knees. He arches his back beautifully, a picture-perfect representation of a breeding position.
Images of my mate, round and happy, pregnant with my child, fill my head. I want to punch through his womb and spill my seed deep within until life takes root. A foolish fantasy, he isn’t in heat. But it’s there in technicolor anyway.
Once I’m in position behind him, I thrust inside. He shouts at the intrusion. But his ass pushes back against me, moving with my thrusts. Slick overflows from his hole, frothing around the base of my cock.
“Fuck,” he yells.
I lean over him once more, my hand carding through his hair. “I’ve got you, Habibi,” I whisper in his ear, before fisting his hair in my hands and pulling him back until he is sitting back on my cock. His back pressed firmly against my chest. I fuck up into him.
My teeth latched onto the scent gland on his neck as he rides my dick with abandon. Chasing another release. The obscene sounds we make echo throughout the house. My knot tingles at the base of my cock with the rise of my climax.
“Come for me,” I growl, needing to make him cum one more time before I do. I gently collar his throat with one hand and take his dick in the other.
He doesn’t even last for a full second with my hand around his cock. I feel the hot jets of cum flood over my hand. He sounds near hysterical as he cries out.
With his hole squeezing mesogodsdamntight, I don’t last much longer. I quickly follow him over the edge. I’m done. My knot flares, locking us together as I flood his channel with spurts and spurts of cum. It feels like the orgasm goes on forever. Just wave after wave of pleasure.
He chants. “Yes, yes, yes, alpha. Give me your cum! Please!”
I collapse on top of him, careful to keep some of my weight on my elbows so I don’t suffocate him beneath me.
I help roll us to our sides. My knot making it impossible to go far, not that I’d want to. His heart pounds under my hand on his pec, my own a war drum against his back. I place a reverent kiss on his sweat-dampened hair. Breathing in the smell of us. Slick, sweat, and something that’s only ours.
“You’re a treasure, Sunshine,” I murmur, my voice soft with sleep and exhaustion.
“Yeah,” he whispers, exhaustion already weighing on his voice. “That was amazing.”
I smirk, my hand moving to cup his pec. The image of him pregnant with my child again flashes in my mind, his chest swollen with milk. “I’m going to like having you in my home.”
He laughs lightly, his body shivering against mine. I groan deep in my chest. “Me too, but only if you keep me satisfied,” he jests, rocking back on my knot until he whimpers.
My hand slides from his pec down to the light trail of hair leading to his softening cock. I grip him loosely in my hand. “Oh, I plan on it.”
Chapter Seventeen
Sunshine
It’s warmer than usual. Not “Louisiana summer” warm, but cozy warm. The kind that seeps into your bones and makes you reluctant to move.
There’s a weight behind me, solid and heavy, moving rhythmically with steady breaths. Ember’s arm is draped over my waist in a possessive hold. My back is pressed to his chest, and one of his legs is tangled with mine.
It’s perfect.
I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to open my eyes. I don’t want to ruin this blissful moment in time. I want to exist right here forever, with no thoughts of my selfish as fuck sibling trying to ruin my livelihood.
Fuck Chad.
