Page 59 of His Unicorn Alpha
His heavy breathing, the musky scent of his skin, the sweet and salty taste of his slick…it was a feast of sensation.
Unable to stop myself, I reached up to stroke his neglected dick in time with the thrusts and curls of my tongue. “Fuck!” he yelled, no; damn near roared. “Oh, fuck, your mouth…Darling, your mouth…I—fuck!”
If I had thought it was a sensory overload before, it had nothing on feeling his orgasm slam through the bond we shared as warm wetness coated my hand and his channel clenched around my tongue, spilling more delicious slick into my waiting mouth. I licked and sucked and slurped and did everything in my power to keep my answering orgasm at bay, even as he fed the aftershocks of his bliss to me through our connection.
He whined when I drew back to breathe and calm myself, and I glanced up, wanting to see how debauched he looked. I was not disappointed. His hair was sweaty and messed, as though he had been thrashing against the back of the couch. His skin was flushed pink, and his dark eyes glazed over. His shirt was bunched up beneath his softening pecs, and the skin of his rounded belly was shiny with perspiration, too.
Even though I hadn’t come, I was beyond satisfied at seeing him so thoroughly wrecked.
“You good, sugar?” I asked him while I pushed to my feet, watching as his hooded, sleepy gaze focused in on my hand —the one covered in his cum— as I raised it to my mouth and proceeded to lick it clean.
“Jesus Christ,” he cursed breathily, his eyes darkening with lust even though he sounded, and looked, completely wrung-out. “That is hot.” His gaze traveled down the length of mybody. When we locked eyes again, he beckoned me closer with a crooked finger. “Come here.”
I smirked at the double entendre and couldn’t let it go. “That’s my intention.”
He blinked at me, then groaned as I stepped in between his still-spread thighs, bringing my cock to his face level. “Really?”
“You should know better than to leave those opportunities open to me.”
“Gods help us, you will be the king of the dad jokes,” he bemoaned, but he was smiling as he popped the button above my fly and then lowered the zipper.
“One of us has to be the embarrassing dad.”
“Fuck,” he muttered and palmed his cock, “you have no idea how sexy that is.”
“Me being embarr—Jesus,Brandt…I’m warning you; I’m on a hair trigger right now.” I didn’t feel any shame in admitting it as he wrapped his big hand around my not-so-big dick and stroked. I was proud of myself for not coming the second his orgasm rocked through the bond. It had been a close call.
“Mmm,” his lips quirked, “good. I have little patience, and I have missed your taste.”
And in retribution for my teasing him, he left me no time to respond before taking my aching, leaking cock into his mouth and sucking.
I lasted thirty seconds in the perfection of his mouth before I was curling over the top of his head and coming hard down the back of his throat. I started to pull away as I felt the tingling that signaled my knot inflating, but he grabbed my ass and sucked me in deeper, gagging as my cock grew to accommodate the knot.
“B-Brandt,” I tried to pull back, afraid of hurting him, or suffocating him, or getting stuck in this position, with his jaw unable to release my knot.
A wave of reassurance traveled through the bond and he hummed, which made me curse and spurt down his throat again. When he swallowed that, the stimulation to my cock head and my knot restarted the process.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I hissed, hoping I wasn’t going to choke him, while simultaneously riding out the intense pleasure/pain of the multiple orgasms and knot stimulation. “If I have to call your brother because we get stuck like this…”
My mate snorted, which set the whole cycle off again.
Breathing heavily, I tried to think unsexy thoughts, attempting to encourage my knot to deflate. “You’re going to pay for —unghh— this.”
All I felt was a spike of amusement and arousal through our connection, which did not help in my bid to will the knot away.
Glaring down at him, I demanded, “Don’t. Move.”
He winked, then hummed his agreement.
My knees threatened to buckle.
As soon as my knot went down, I was going to kill him…well, if I hadn’t died from overstimulation already.
I assumed he felt my fatigue and the increase of pain in the pain-to-pleasure balance, because a few moments later I watched, mildly horrified, as he partially shifted, his jaw literally morphing as scales erupted all over his body and he grew in size. He was still humanoid, but bigger. Big enough, and reptile enough, that he was able to unhinge his jaw and release my knot.
While I stared at him and caught my breath, recovering from almost orgasming to death, Brandt shifted back to his usual form. He gave me a smug smile. “Did you forget that I can partially shift at will?”
“I didn’t know it went beyond the scales around your face thing.”
