Page 74 of Lost and Bound
His balls tasted salty and sweet on my tongue, and I lapped at them, laving them, nuzzling into the crease between his thigh and groin. Calder lay still under me. Passive, except for the increasing tension in his body that I could feel under my hands. I’d have done anything he told me to—if he’d commanded me to stop, to lie back and spread my legs, I would have.
But he’d do anything for me, too, it seemed. I didn’t even have to ask.
By the time I started licking at his cock, he’d gotten so hard and ready that a few drops of pre-come had slipped out of him, slicking the swollen head. I lapped those up too, and then mouthed down his shaft, getting him wet and teasing every inch of him.
It took a while. He had a lot of inches.
I dared to look up at last. He’d propped himself on his elbows for a better view, and the love and lust and longing in his eyes outshone that alpha silver.
“I love you.” I held his gaze, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his cock. “I love you. And I’ll do anything you want. Always.”
Slowly, carefully, Calder eased me over onto my back, turning to hover over me, his huge body blocking out everything else in the world. His eyes shone, his expression open for once. Transparent, like he wanted me to see all the way through him the way he’d always seen through me. I settled my head onto a pillow and lay back, spreading out my arms and letting my legs fall open. I belonged to him, just like he belonged to me.
“I only want you,” he said, very low, ghosting a hand down over my flushed cheek and my lips, along the curve of my throat, the backs of his fingers brushing my nipples and my belly. “I want you to love me.”
“Easy,” I whispered. “I won’t even have to try.”
Calder’s smile as he leaned down to kiss me could’ve lit up a dark night. I wound my arms around him and pulled him in, opening myself to him completely. He only stopped kissing me long enough to grab the lube out of the bedside table drawer, and then his mouth claimed mine again. Calder took his time, playing with my hole, teasing me, kissing me, swallowing my desperate moans and then drawing out more with every motion of his fingers. I lifted my hips to meet him when his cock pressed against me, shaking with the pleasure and the joy of it when he thrust inside.
My head fell back and my body went limp as he impaled me to the hilt. Gods, I’d had him inside me so many times, and every time was a fresh shock: that he could fit in me at all, that it could feel so fucking perfect.
I’d been made for this.
“Yeah, you were,” he murmured in my ear, and I realized I’d said it out loud. “So fucking sweet, Jared. So soft and wet for me. How many times do you think I can make you come on my knot before morning?”
“As many times as you want,” I gasped, as he drove into me. “As many times as you tell me I can take.”
He let out a strangled moan and started to fuck me for real, shoving me up the bed and slamming his cock into me, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to show me I belonged to him.
I came the first time screaming his name, and the second time sobbing it, wrung out and pliant, draped across his chest and unable to do anything more than cling to him while he thrust his knot inside.
Falling asleep like that felt like heaven. He stroked my hair, whispered all the filthy things he’d do to me the next time he had me, and told me he loved me more than life itself. That I was worth everything, anything, the whole world to him.
I did what he told me: I believed it.
Epilogue
Fucking Saskatchewhat?
Three weeks after our near-death experience, Calder woke me before the sun was even all the way up by biting me on the ass, in the curve right where it met my leg.
I jolted up onto my elbows with a squeak, and Calder shoved me right back down again.
“I’m busy,” he growled against the crease of my ass. “Hold still.”
Yeah, I’d promised to do whatever he told me, but I still started to argue. So sue me. I liked to argue.
But when he pulled my cheeks apart and thrust his tongue inside me without so much as buying me a drink first, I collapsed back down onto my face and did what he fucking told me after all.
He ate me out until I was writhing against the mattress, desperate to get off, and then slid up the bed and fucked me just like that, holding me down by the neck and making me his bitch, a little rougher than usual with only his spit for lube.
It helped that he’d left me wet and open after fucking me twice the night before—only who was counting.
And I loved being his bitch. When he’d called me that while I was riding him a few days before, I’d come so hard I’d almost passed out, and then spent the next hour wrapped in his arms while he told me how much he loved me in between kissing and sucking marks into my neck.
Being mated was fucking awesome.
Although Matt and Arik, whose room was the closest occupied one to ours, had started hinting strongly that we ought to move into one of the smaller buildings on the pack lands, one that didn’t have any close neighbors.
