Page 50 of His Unicorn Alpha
“I’ll bet,” he sank to his knees on the carpeted floor, bringing his face in line with the side of my rounded abdomen, “can I…”
“You never need permission with me, darling,” I murmured, feeling his awe and trepidation trickle through the link connecting us. “I trust you.”
It honestly ran much deeper than simple trust and affection, but I was aware that I had already piled a lot onto the man’s plate already. Springing big words like ‘I love you’ on him when he was still coming to terms with everything else did not seem fair.
Nevertheless, I was certain that he could feel how I felt about him, and it had not yet sent him running for the hills.
His hand shook before he placed it ever so gently beside mine, and then he dropped a whisper soft kiss on the stretching skin, too. A lump developed in my throat at the tender gesture, making it hard to swallow.
“Pretty much halfway,” he murmured, rubbing over the distention in a swooping circle. “That’s” —he glanced up, his smile fading— “hey, sugar, what’s wrong?”
I shook my head, trying —and failing— to swallow around the emotion. “You are a good man…a good alpha,” I told him. “This is all hormones, but seeing you just now, imagining the father you will be…Fate has been kind to me. Kinder than I deserve.”
“We’re not—”
“No, no,” I acknowledged, “there is no need to circle back to the things I did wrong, I know. But I still feel incredibly lucky that you are my mate, Micah. My alpha.”
Pushing to his feet, he removed his towel, throwing it in the direction of the bathroom. He crawled onto his side of the bed, pressing his long, lean body along the length of mine. “I feel just as lucky to have you,” he said, nuzzling his smooth cheek against my goatee. “You’re giving me a life I could only dream about. A pack where I don’t feel like an outsider,” he placed his hand on my belly again, “a family —children— of my own. A future whereI don’t feel like I’m constantly scrambling to have a purpose. That’s all because you accepted me as your mate, Bran. As your alpha. And that’s to say nothing of the fact that I don’t feel like I’m physically disappointing anymore, because you’re kind of perfect for me.”
Love flickered through the bond between us: an emotion so pure and so layered that I couldn’t quite describe it. Nor could I tell you which of us it started with. We both felt it, both looped it back to one another.
I chuckled wetly, feeling overwhelmed all over again. “Only kind of perfect?”
Instead of answering, Micah hummed and kissed my jaw, then down my neck, then over my chest. My nipples were still sensitive, but ripples of intense pleasure shot across my nerve endings as he nibbled gently over one pebbled nub and then the other. His hand stroked my rapidly swelling cock as he continued to toy with my chest. I became slick, and I writhed under his attentions, gasping when he released my erection and slid two fingers inside me without warning.
“Oh, fuck, Micah…” I all but purred, rocking my hips to match the rhythm of his fingers. “Gods,yes.”
“You get so wet for me, sugar,” he crooned into my ear before biting down gently on my lobe. “I love the way you feel on my fingers, so hot and ready for me.”
“Nnngh.”
He was rocking his hips as well, and I felt the sticky, wet head of his hard cock leaving trails of precum on the side of my belly. I wanted to beg for him to slip inside me, to fill me up with his perfect dick and his amazing knot, but his fingers felt too good.
“I love feeling how turned on you get,” he whispered hotly, his face still plastered to the side of mine, “with your slick, and your perfect cock, and through the bond. I’m surrounded by your pleasure, sweetheart. I love it so much.”
Every thrust of his wrist took me closer and closer to the edge of release. With the way my hormones had been, I felt like I was perpetually aroused, but it was an entirely different level once Micah encouraged it.
“I want to feel you wrapped around my knot so badly, Bran,” he continued with his beautiful, filthy and somehow still so sweet monologue, “want you to squeeze every drop of cum from my dick until I can’t give even a tiny bit more.”
I felt my scales break out around my temples and over my forehead, and I was unable to hold them back.
Micah’s smile teased at my cheek, and satisfaction rumbled across our mystical connection. “That’s it,” his voice dipped low with additional lust, “that’s what I want. Lose yourself, sugar. Give in to how good this feels. Let me take care of you.”
His nose brushed over the scales along my temple and I groaned at the burst of pure bliss I felt from him doing so.
“M-Micah…” I pleaded his name, but I had no idea what I was pleading for.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you really like it when I touch your scales, don’t you? You get even wetter for me” —as if to test his theory, he pressed a kiss to the scales along my hairline and I could feel my slick increase— “yes, baby, like that. Just like that.”
My neglected cock throbbed in time with my erratic heartbeat. However, I was too lost to the pleasure to take care of it myself. I was panting as I writhed. I needed…something. Anything. I wanted to come, but I wanted the moment to last forever. I wanted my mate inside me, but I also never wanted him to stop fucking me with his fingers. I wanted him to keep saying those decadent, naughty things. I wanted…I wanted…
“Bran, sugar, fuck yes…keep spilling over my fingers…God, I’m just imagining being inside your perfect hole again, filling you all up,breedingyou so you’re always full of my pups.”
“Fuck!” I roared and arched from the bed, clamping around his fingers as I came, cock untouched, all over the underside of my swollen belly. The orgasm was short, but intense.
Micah groaned and swore as the feelings of it through the bond pushed him to orgasm as well, coating my side with his release even as I felt his pleasure ricochet back to me, making me come again, however weakly.
“Shit,” he fought to catch his breath as he flopped onto his back, then winced as the movement jostled his knot, sending jolts of pleasure through the bond again, “I didn’t mean to come, too.”
