Page 93 of Cost of Courting

“You’re a pain in my ass, Selene.”

“Not yet, but I can be? Are you into that?” I say seductively and curiously shift my weight. The feeling has me tilting my head back and biting my lip.

I rock against him, little push and pulls, dragging him in and out of me. Mael’s hands find my hips, gripping me and holding me still.

“You want to peg me?”

“Yes!” I’ve never thought about it before, but hell yes. I’d be up for that.

“You can do anything you want to me, crazy girl. I’m yours.”

I stop in my movements and look at him. “You’d let me peg you? Tie you up? Keep you locked up? You’d let me hurt you? You trust me that much?”

I search his eyes because this is important.

“I do.”

The weight of that blind trust is heavy, but it’s freeing. This is the right path. The way to happiness. I’m never letting them go.

“Alpha. Give me your bond.”

Mael’s mouth parts, but I ignore the restless movements behind me.

“Are you sure?”

“You’re my first, you’re my pack. Do it before I change my mind.”

Mael sits up, catching me around my lower back, his fingers splaying across my skin.

“No backsies.”

“Then do it!” I growl and clench around him.

He growls and flips us so he’s pressing me down into the threadbare carpet.

“I almost kissed you here when I was seventeen.”

“My father interrupted. I remember.”

Mael grins. “Just as well. I would have bonded you then.”

“You just keep talking.”

Mael drags his hips back and surges forward. The rush of feeling, the way every inch of him rubs my pussy walls, the smell of us, the feel of my slick everywhere turns this stilted conversation into a tense silence.

We don’t need words, we never have.

His legs stretch my thighs wide open. His hands slide up over my knees and push them even further open before he retreats and pushes back into me.

I gasp at him slamming so deep inside me.

“I’ve fantasised about thisforever.”

He pauses in his thrusting, cocking his head to the side.

I grin. “You think I can’t be a thirsty omega? Oh, I’m going to fuck you four until you beg for mercy.”

He shakes his head. “You think that, but I’ve got years of pent up fantasies of my own.”

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