Page 51 of Captive Mate
How would an alpha pack leader feel about letting me take charge a little bit, though? Because I didn’t think I could let him fuck me on my back again. I didn’t want to ruin it. More than that, I didn’t want it ruined forme.
Only one way to find out. “Lie down on your back, okay?”
Matthew climbed over my outstretched leg and lay down beside me without a word, folding his arms with his hands tucked under his head. He looked completely relaxed, like he was sunbathing or taking a nap — except for the glow of his eyes and his rampant erection. I wanted to trace the hard curves of his biceps with my tongue.
Well, why not? I straddled him, staying up on my knees so I wasn’t actually sitting on his cock, and bent down, trailing my tongue from his right elbow to his shoulder. He vibrated under me; it took a second to realize it was a growl, coming from so deep in his chest I couldn’t even hear it. His neck was next. I nuzzled under his chin, and he lifted it, letting me suck a mark of my own into the side of his throat.
It was silent except for our breathing and the chirp of a bird a few trees over. A breeze whispered through, ruffling my hair and chilling my bare ass. Time to warm it up.
I sat up, bracing my hands on his chest, and carefully lowered myself down, teasing the head of his cock with my wet opening.
He didn’t thrust. He didn’t move. His whole body shook with the effort he was expending to hold perfectly still.
I rewarded him by sinking onto him, letting gravity pull me all the way down until his cock was sheathed inside me.
With a ragged little moan, I started to ride him, rocking back and forth and lifting my hips in miniscule increments, driving him deeper and deeper until I felt like he was pressing the air out of my lungs.
At last sensation took over. I wasn’t a shaman with an alpha, I wasn’t at the mercy of someone twice my size; I was just Arik, and he was just Matthew, and his thick cock stuffed inside me was the best thing my body had ever felt. My hands slipped on his sweaty shoulders and I collapsed to my elbows, letting him take my weight because I knew he could, bouncing my hips on his cock as fast as I could manage.
“You can — feel free — mmm — to help out — any time now,” I choked out between pushing myself down and sliding back up again.
“You sure?” he said, his voice taut with strain.
“Yes! I’m not doing all the work — oh, fuck,” and he pulled his arms out from behind his head, caught me by the hips, and slammed me back onto his cock with a force I’d been desperately trying for. “Fuck, Matthew…”
He groaned as I said his name. Matthew braced his feet and pounded into me as he pinned my hips in place.
That was it for me; I moaned, sank my teeth into his pec, and clenched around him as I came in a rush all over his abdomen and mine.
I was stuck to him from my damp cheek to my sweaty chest to my come-drenched stomach and groin, and I bounced up and down on his torso as he kept fucking me, harder and harder, until I felt his knot begin to swell.
“Are you sure?” he rasped, thrusting even harder. “Fuck. Are you sure you want me to —”
I squeezed my ass around him as hard as I could, making him moan. “I’m sure,” I whispered into his skin.
Matthew’s fingers flexed so hard around my hips that it hurt, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. I dug my teeth in again and held on, savoring the rough brush of his chest hair against my cheek and the points of pain on my hips as a distraction from the pressure of his knot stretching my hole past the point where anyone ought to be stretched.
Gods, it hurt. It was the best pain I’d ever felt, the most agonizing pleasure, putting so much pressure on that sweet spot inside me that my cock twitched, a few more drops of come slipping out. All the muscles of my abdomen contracted and released, growing used to the knot in me. Matthew came hard, in hot gushes deep inside.
I bit my lip and rode it out, feeling almost more like a vessel than a participant.
And I loved it. I’d had my orgasm — my spectacular orgasm. All I had to do now was lie limp and pliant on Matthew’s big, solid body and take it. Take him, everything he had to give, every alpha drop of it.
He went still at last, shuddering a little, and slowly loosened his death-grip on me to slide his hands up my sweaty back. One came to rest splayed at the base of my spine, his pinky teasing the crack of my ass, and the other cradled the nape of my neck. His sigh felt like my sigh, the last of the tension bleeding out of me. My hips were canted at an awkward angle, my pelvis stretched by the knot buried in me, but it felt safe. Like the thick length of his cock was the linchpin holding me together and keeping me here where nothing could hurt me.
My mind drifted, and that always meant trouble; my mouth started to move without my conscious consent. “Maybe next time you can be on top,” I mumbled, shifting my head a little so I didn’t get his chest hair in my mouth. And then I shifted my head a little more, just enjoying the texture.
His soft laugh vibrated through me. “Or maybe next time you can tie me up after all,” he countered. He sounded about as mellow as it was possible for a powerful predator to sound, the verbal equivalent of a cheetah sunning itself on a rock.
My eyes popped open. “You’re fucking kidding me. You’re — an alpha.”
And alphas didn’t do things like that. Kinky alphas were always on top, in every way. I didn’t think Matthew would want me to fuck him any more thanI’dwant to fuck him, but for an alpha, being vulnerable or submissive in any way was a no-go.
Matthew shrugged. “Why not? I’d still be an alpha if you tied me up.”
“But — yeah, but aren’t alphas supposed to, I don’t know, prove their virility or something?” Or supposed to want to do that, more like, but I wasn’t really sure how to put it.
“You’re a shaman,” he said, like that was an answer. And then he went on with, “And you’re the fucking hottest guy I’ve ever seen. You’re powerful. You’re beautiful. You’re ruthless when you need to be.”
