Page 58 of His Unicorn Alpha
“Absolutely nothing,” I replied, my tone low with lust.
Brandt snorted. “You are insatiable, aren’t you?”
Rubbing my hand in slow, sensual circles over his bump, I smirked. “Only with you, sugar.”
And, just like that, my trepidation for my impending fatherhood faded away, replaced with a surge of answering arousal through our bond.
“Micah…” Brandt purred, winding his fingers into my hair.
Despite his growing belly —and the growing list of complaints about his discomfort— over the weeks, Brandt’s second trimester hormones had continued to make him increasingly horny. I loved every second of it. It didn’t matter where we wereor what we were doing, stopping everything to indulge his body’s demands was no hardship for me.
This moment was no exception. I pushed his shirt up, exposing the taut skin of his belly, and I pressed kisses all over it, murmuring, “Close your eyes and block your ears, kids.”
Brandt groaned and chuckled all at once. “You are ridiculous.”
“You love it,” I smirked into his skin.
“I loveyou.”
I froze for only a moment before I was pushing up from my crouched position and dropping onto the couch beside him. I yanked his mouth to mine in a bruising, possessive kiss, certain that he could feel the spike of elation and adoration I felt for him through both the bond and also the action itself.
“I love you,” I told him when we parted for air.
“Good,” he nodded, then arched his hips from the couch. “Now, I believe you were about to defile me?”
I laughed, pressed another quick kiss to his lips, then returned to my knees on the rug between his spread legs. His fingers wove into my hair again, and, with a bit of maneuvering, I managed to pull his sweatpants out from under him and off.
With my hands at his thighs, I spread his knees wider, exposing every inch of him for my viewing pleasure. His big cock was straining towards his belly, his balls already drawn up in anticipation, but it was his entrance, slick and furled, which had my full attention.
“Micah…” he spoke my name as a plea, whispered and breathy, and it made me ache for him, but I left my own cock alone. Even after months of practice, I knew that I was probably going to come far too soon when the arousal bouncing between us via our connection was so intense.
I leaned in teasingly, so close that he could probably feel my breath tickling his hole, before I averted course and pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh.
“Nnngh,” he complained, and I grinned, then nipped at the flesh under my mouth. “You areterrible.”
“Uh-uh,” I practically crooned, rubbing my nose over the spot I had just bitten, “be nice, or I won’t give you what you want.”
“Fuck,” his entire body rocked with the petulant way he threw his head back against the headrest. “Don’t tease me, alpha.”
Inside my shorts, my cock twitched. I bit at the inside of his thigh again, a bit harder than before. As he mewled, I reprimanded, “No playing dirty.”
The fingers in my hair tightened their grip and tugged. “Please,” he begged. “I need…”
“Need…?”
“Your mouth. Your fingers. Your cock.Everything.”
I loved the desperation I could hear in his voice, and even though we had been learning to shield our emotions from one another, I could feel hints of how intense his need was through the bond. Pulling back from his thigh, I found his previously slick hole actually dripping, and that alone shattered my resolve to draw out his begging.
Flattening my tongue, I licked the trickle of thick, sweet-ish liquid from where it was running down the underside of his perfect ass. Brandt cried out and arched into the contact, but I lapped slowly at my prize, savoring every burst on my tastebuds as I followed the lines of liquid to the source.
His grip on my hair was almost painful, and I relished it. I loved when he lost control, when he writhed under my ministrations. It was a heady feeling to see this powerful man brought to a whimpering, pleading, thrashing mess by my tongue alone.
“Please,” he murmured as I finally began to tease at his rim, “please, Micah. Alpha. Please.” He rocked his hips in short, sharp movements with every repeat of the word. “Please, please,please.”
When I finally speared him with my tongue and wriggled it inside, he almost sobbed. “Yes, darling.Yes. Just like that. More. More, please,more.”
I was going to come untouched if he kept going.
