Page 38 of Crew

He slowly pushed two fingers inside her, finding her as hot and wet as he’d imagined she would be. She groaned softly and bit her lip.

Leaning forward, he used his free hand to gently expose her clit as he worked his fingers slowly in and out of her. She tugged the shirt up to expose her breasts and cupped one, pinching her nipple gently, her pussy squeezing his fingers.

He kissed her clit and then worked it with his tongue while he fingered her. She lifted her hips as he found just the right spot on her clit, wiggling his tongue over the spot as he pumped his fingers into her until she fell apart on a keening cry.

His hands were shaking as he stood, kicking the stool away and undoing his jeans. The moment he freed his cock, he pressed the thick length to her pussy and rested his hand over hers on her breast, kneading the soft peak and rubbing her nipple as he thrust into her in one hard press.

Her head kicked back and she laid back fully, her knees around his waist and her ankles hooked at his lower back. He slammed his hips against her, the workbench creaking with each thrust. She tilted her hips, lifting off the bench and giving him better access to her, his cock bottoming out in her and her pussy gripping him like a fist.

He grabbed the edge of the bench with his hand and slammed into her, driving a hard and fast pace so he could get her off a second time and come with her. It was his favorite thing in the whole world besides waking her up with his tongue and fingers.

She reached for her clit, and he growled in approval.

“Yeah, baby, touch yourself, make yourself come.”

Her ankles pressed against his back as she rubbed her clit. She was a feast for all of his senses and he’d never get tired of how beautiful she looked when she was in the throes of pleasure.

Her pussy gripped him tighter as she headed close to the edge of climax, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her teeth digging into her lip.

“Come for me, Zara.” He growled the words more than spoke them as his orgasm tingled at the base of his spine.

She moaned his name, her fingers flying over her clit, and then she froze just a heartbeat before her pussy gripped him even tighter and she exploded with a cry of pleasure.

He followed her, pumping hard into her a few times before he collapsed over her, his head on her stomach and his heart pounding in his ears.

She rubbed his shoulders, massaging them gently as they both soared down from the heavens.

“I think my bones melted,” she said with a hoarse voice.

He chuckled and kissed her belly. “Me too.”

He placed his hands on either side of her and pushed up, smiling at her. “I’m so glad you came out here for a break.”

She chuckled. “Me too.”

After catching their breaths, they watched the footage on the tablet to make sure nothing had happened while they’d been sexing each other up, and then he walked her back to the farmhouse. Giving her the tablet, he said, “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

“Be safe.”

“Always.”

When she was in the house, he turned and looked over the property once more. He felt renewed resolve, his mate’s presence strengthening his determination to keep everyone safe. It felt good to have her by his side, and he really liked her idea for hidden cameras at the other herd’s campsite.

He was even more focused now as he resumed his patrol, glancing at his watch to see he had a few more hours before he’d be relieved. Then he could make plans to enact another layer of security: keeping tabs on the other herd.

Sweet dreams, Zara, I’ll keep you safe.

Several days passed and they hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Colton or his herd. The cameras that Grey snuck into the campsite to watch them were swiftly found and destroyed, so their chance to see what they were up to was quickly snuffed out.

Dexter and Khyle had returned to their construction job along with their human employees, and things went back to normal at the farm. An uneasy normal, if that was a thing, because to Zara it was wonderful to be able to move about in the garden and around the property by the farmhouse knowing that there were monitors and security devices along with one of the herd members on patrol at all hours of the day and night. But she hadn’t been foraging since the pitfall incident, and even though Crew had offered to go with her, it had seemed foolish to do that now when tensions were high.

There was plenty to be done around the farm anyway and she didn’t need to forage for anything at the moment, even though the forager in her was dying to uncover the secrets of the woods.

Just not so long as her old herd and asshole alpha were lurking around for who the hell knew what.

Her tea garden would be ready to plant in the spring, and she couldn’t wait. And the idea of helping the herd build a greenhouse so they could harvest in the winter too was so exciting.

She chuckled to herself. She’d once felt entirely put upon by her herd, not foraging or harvesting or tending a garden out of the simple joy of providing for the people she cared about, but out of duty and a fear of being punished.

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