Page 49 of Ruffled Feathers

How did I tell him I wanted Strat too? What if Strat wanted other Alphas? Why did I have so many questions and no answers?

Sonny leaned forward and kissed me, a soft kiss full of promise and heat. I pushed against his body, kissing him back, as he palmed my ass. He tasted like heaven, and I wanted to lick every inch of his skin. His tongue pushed into my mouth, tangling with mine, and I gripped his hair, holding his face to mine. Sixteen-year-old me would be giddy at this moment, a kiss I’d imagined so many times in my life.

I felt him grow hard in his sweats as I rode his lap, only the soft fabric of them and my sleep shorts between us. I needed him.

“Sonny, please,” I breathed against his lips, and he growled low in his throat. The sound made me moan.Fuck, that was sexy.

He rolled us onto my bed—well, my new bed. The old one had been so coated in bodily fluids that it needed to be thrown out, but I’d missed their scents immediately. Not enough to sleep on crusted cum, but still, I wanted their scents to pad out my room.

Sonny tugged off my clothes with gentle hands, his eyes taking in every piece of exposed skin like it was a revelation, and not at all like he’d just spent nearly five days fucking me in every position known to man.

He leaned down and kissed across my collarbone, down between my breasts as he tugged off my shorts. He kissed down my stomach, his teeth scraping over my hip bone, before he buried his face at the apex of my thighs. His tongue, which had just fucked my mouth, swirled and pressed, flicked and licked, until I was writhing against him. He pushed my thighs wider, settling himself deeper, and he moaned happily against my thighs, like eating me out was the only thing he wanted to do today.

And fuck, he did it well.

“Sonny,” I panted. I wasn’t even sure what I was trying to tell him. I didn’t want him to stop, or go faster, or doanythingbut keep doing what he was doing. “Yes,” was all that came out.

Quicker than I would’ve thought possible, I was arching up into his face, coming on his tongue. He lapped me up, making pornographic noises.

Once he’d wrung out every last ounce of pleasure from me, he climbed up my body and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue, undeniably sweet. So freaking weird. As he kissed me deeply, I pushed him onto his back.

I wanted him inside me. I clawed at his sweats, releasing his cock, stroking the hard length as he strained beneath my body. I wrapped my hand around the swollen knot at the base, and he basically whimpered. This was right. So right.

“If you keep doing that, sweetheart, I’m going to embarrass myself and have to spend the rest of my life making up for this moment.”

I ran my hand down his chest and purred my satisfaction, sliding my slick-coated pussy down his length, making us both groan. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to come again. I wanted him inside meright now.

So I notched him at my entrance, then slid down slowly, aggravatingly slow. I was torturing us both, but what was a little torture between lovers? The stretch was unlike anything I’d ever felt, especially not as an Unshown. It was like he was splitting me in half in the most delicious way possible.

When he was seated up to his knot, he finally lost control. He gripped my hips and moved me up and down his cock. I clawed at his arms, rolling my hips and feeling him everywhere as I came once more.

“Are you going to take my knot, Tillie? Are you going to stretch for your Alpha?”

God, I would have promised him anything at that moment, but the idea of taking a knot outside of the heat was actually kind of terrifying.

“We’ll go slow?” I asked, and as if he sensed my hesitation, he stilled.

Pulling me close so our lips were touching, he held me still, though his cock was hitting all the different places and making me see stars. “I would never hurt you, Otillie-James. You don’t have to take my knot now, or ever.” He kissed down along my jaw. “But I promise you can take it; your body was made to take mine. And when you do, I promise it’ll feel amazing. But there’s no rush. You feel like heaven, just like this.”

I trusted Sonny. Of all the people in my life, I trusted that Sonny would have my back most of all. He always had, and if I had my way, he always would. So I captured his lips again and kissed him with a fervor that told him he was it for me.

“I’d like to try. But take it slow.”

“Always.” He flipped us over, still deep inside me, and I squealed, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Slow, baby. If you need to stop, say the word. Promise?”

Once I nodded, he thrust in and out shallowly a few more times, making me writhe. He was hitting all my good spots, and I was soclose.My newly emerged fib was flexing; my pussy wanted his knot, and it didn’t give a shit what the rest of me wanted.

He dropped his head to my shoulder. “Fuck, I can feel you fluttering against me. It’s driving me mad.” He breathed out through his teeth, then slowly pushed in more. I could feel his knot spreading me wider, almost painfully so, but he’d been right. My body was different. It had adjusted so I could take his knot.

Soon enough, he popped past my fib, then began to swell, pressing on all the good spots until I was whimpering withpleasure beneath him. He muffled his groan against my breast, taking my nipple between his lips and sucking hard. It was like a lightning bolt between my clit and my nipple, and I screamed as I came, clamping down hard.

“Jesus Christ!” he grunted, shifting his body in small motions until he was rubbing his knot inside me. The pleasure was unimaginable, and white spots began to dance in my vision as I came again. “I’m going to fill you up until your little belly swells with my cum, Omega.”

Yeah, he was more Alpha than man right now, and Ilovedit. I whined, my whole body arching as I chased the pleasure. Finally, he came, grunting my name like a damn prayer, his seed painting the insides of me in hot spurts. The sensation made me come once more, before I flopped all my limbs to the bed, panting.

He was still locked inside me as he rolled us to the side. He kissed me softly, and a contented sigh brushed across my lips. Our skin was damp, sticking in places, like we were two halves of one soul. I wanted to stay like this forever.

“Tillie?”

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