Page 96 of Bonded By Tea and Tarot

They’ve stripped down to their tight boxers and they climb onto the bed on their knees, then lean forward to cage me against the headboard. “I don’t mind going over the plan as many times as you want to. You’ve done an amazing job putting this all together.” Their eyes are a deep, rich brown that I want to sink into. So comforting and warm, although they’re currently lined with a fervor I’m not used to. “She’s going to love it. I’m so proud of you, Jay.”

I swallow hard at that, not having expected such sentimentality. I clear my throat, but can only nod wordlessly in reply.

They cup my jaw in one palm. A gentle caress—until it isn’t. Hayden’s hand tightens and my mouth pops open in surprise. They dip down to devour my lips, nipping at them and then swiping their tongue into my mouth like they own it.

“I love you, mi vida,” Hayden growls into my mouth. “Every fucking part of you, amo.”

I surge up, straining my neck to return their heated kiss, and I clamp my hands on their biceps. I pull and twist at the same time, flipping us to the side so I’m laying across their chest. Hayden grins into the kiss, and my heart flutters. They let me have an illusion of control for a few minutes, and I make the most of it. Licking and sucking along the strong column of their neck, palming their cock and running my hands over their tight abs.

Soon enough, though, their hands clamp around my wrists, and my time is up.

“Are you ready for me, Jay?” Their voice is low and seductive, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I’m ready, alpha.” I climb off them, letting them guide me and only partly surprised when they turn me onto my back again. I want the closeness, and I shouldn’t be surprised that they do too.

“So hard for me,” Hayden murmurs. “Look how you weep for me already.”

And it’s true. Precum trickles out of my slit and my back hole clenches with want. Hayden doesn’t take long stretching me, and I don’t need it. As I told them, I’m ready.

“Fill me up, Hayden,” I groan.

Of course, that only serves to slow them down. They gentle their touch with a pointed glare, and I snap my mouth closed. Their fingers curl into me and stroke, and I throw my head back into the pillows. I can feel their smirk without looking, and I shift my jaw so I don’t say anything to make it even worse.

“That’s a good boy. Taking what I give him. Look at that hole, trying to suck me right in. Begging for my cock.”

I groan and fist my hands in the sheets. I love when they get this way, and I hate when they get this way. I was hoping for a quick, hard fuck with some intense kissing, but I should have known they’d need to stretch their control muscles after having so little of it with Siobhan. Thinking of our stubbornly independent omega has me clenching on their fingers.

Hayden withdraws, and I suck in a hopeful breath. Sure enough, the squirt of lube meets my ears and my cock twitches in anticipation. They bend low over me, as close as they can get while only barely brushing our chests together. I try to arch up, but their hand is on my throat stopping me before I can.

“You’re going to take every inch of me,” Hayden whispers into my ear. My heart pounds and I lick my lips. Then their voice drops even lower, taking on an almost sinister edge. “You’re going to take every inch—all at once.”

The air freezes in my lungs, then my heart leaps into a gallop. Hayden pulls back and places a deceptively gentle kiss against my still lips, and I watch through hooded eyes as they settle between my legs. They gaze down at my desperate cock bobbing between us and run their hands down my sides, over the soft curve of my stomach and hips, then around to the backs of my thighs. When they get to my knees, they hike them up towards my shoulders, folding me in half.

“Hold them here,” Hayden says, their eyes daring me to disobey. They’d take pleasure in it, but I get the sense that’s not the direction they want this to go today, so I wrap my hands around my knees and hold myself open.

Hayden rewards me with an intimate smile, one that crinkles their eyes, and I relax the tiniest amount. Then their fingers curl around their cock and they line it up with my hole. I suck in a breath, my eyes fixed on their face.

When they glance up at me, I do my best not to tense up, but I hardly get half a second to think about it before they’re thrusting. In, and in, and in. I force the breath to ease from my lungs. They’re relentless and endless as their cock spears into my clenching hole and I groan, throwing my head back as ecstasy shoots through my veins.

The edge of pain only increases the pleasure, as does Hayden’s absolute control. They know exactly the angle to thrust, the speed that will drive me out of my mind, and they do it all in one fell swoop. My cock jerks in the air, desperate for the slightest touch, but they don’t grant it.

They pull out at the same pace they thrust in, then repeat it. One long push in and a devastating rock of their hips, then a slow pull out until barely the tip remains inside. I’m panting, my chest glistening with sweat, as heat and need, gratefulness and joy sweep through me.

“Hayden,” I gasp. “Fuck, alpha.”

“Mierda,” they groan. “I fit in this hole so perfectly.”

My blood surges and a shot of liquid erupts from my cock, trickling down the side of my stomach.

Hayden’s chuckle is low, with that same sinister note, and I gulp in a breath of air. It doesn’t feel like enough, though. I’m not getting any oxygen. Hayden is consuming every inch of me.

“You deserve this,” they say. “Let me hear you say it. Tell me you deserve this.”

I pant, trying to get enough air for my brain to function well enough to make words.

Hayden slaps my cheek, hard enough to sting, and I blink up at them, meeting their scorching gaze.

“I deserve this,” I gasp.