Page 112 of Their Knotty Pack
His face is still in my hands as he huffs a breath. "Yes."
"So claim me." My hands travel from his face, down his neck, and across his chest. My fingers wrap around his tie and I pull him to me. "Make me yours in the way you can until we can bond."
His warm brown eyes blink at me, his nose an inch from mine. "You…you want to bond with me?"
Shit. I didn't really mean to say that out loud. Wordlessly, I nod, and in the next instance, his eyes flash black and I'm being thrown over his shoulder in a total alpha caveman move. "What's your safeword? I don't know how gentle I can be right now."
He's not asking because he doesn't know, but because he's reminding me that I'm the one in control. After my evening with Damienand Miles last week, we had a pack meeting and determined that all sexual encounters will follow the traffic light system.
"Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for keep going."
"Good girl." He pats my ass. I can't even complain, though I do brace my hands against his firm ass as he bounds up the stairs. In fact, I can't seem to stop giggling, my heart giddy with excitement at the prospect of Brody claiming me. We pass by the open door of the nest, where Damien and Miles are lounging. Their brows jump up, and I give them a huge smile and a thumbs up as Brody keeps walking down the hall.
We enter Brody's room, which I realize I've never been inside. I don't get a chance to study it, though, because then he's laying me on the bed with all the care and gentleness in the world. "Don't move." His words come out as a strained growl, and I nod, the sound sending licks of pleasure across my body.
Seeing Brody completely unhinged is really doing something for me.
He pulls his tie off with a yank, unbuttons his shirt so hard I'm pretty sure a button flies off somewhere, and steps out of pants and boxers. Then he yanks off his socks, and my alpha is stood in front of me, completely naked. He's not built like a tank like Hunter, or lean and toned like Miles or Damien, but the faint ridges of a six pack still glare at me, the muscles of his thighs flexing as he moves towards me.
When he gently pulls off the heels I wore to work, his touch sends goosebumps across my skin. His large, warm hands skim up my legs, until he reaches the hem of my skirt. "So soft," he murmurs, almost to himself.
"Please, Brody," I gasp as his hands push my skirt up over my hips, and he dives in, his nose burying in my underwear.
"Fuckkk," he growls, before covering my entire clothed pussy with his mouth.
"Ah!" I cry out as he sucks on me through the fabric, the sensation of it against my bare skin combined with his mouth almost too much.
Then, he fucking rips them off me. "Hey!" I protest, trying to prop myself up on my elbows. "I liked thoooooose—" My sentence is cut off by him licking from my ass to my clit, sending every nerve sparking to life.
"I'll buy you a new pair," he rumbles into my pussy before he hooks my leg over his shoulder, diving in like it's his last damn meal.
I can't even argue, the way he just absolutely devours me sends tingles all the way to my toes. My hands bury in his surprisingly soft hair, and I let my head fall back, losing myself in the pure pleasure he's so determined to give me. "Ah! Brody!" I cry out as my pussy clenches around nothing, slick gushing out of me like a damn waterfall. Brody just licks it up, and…keeps going?
"What? Brody I can't—"
"Yes you can, beautiful. One more, I know you have it in you."
"But…Brody—"
My legs try to wriggle out of his grasp, and he looks up at me. "Color?"
My shoulders sag in relief. That's right, I'm in control. This stops the second I say so.
"Green," I let go, watching him grin as he devours me once again. The small reprieve made some of the oversensitivity go away, and it's only thirty seconds later that I'm shattering under his tongue, screaming my release as my hands fist the sheets.
"You're so beautiful," he groans, sitting back and wiping his mouth.Then he's over me, lining his cock up with my entrance and then sliding all the way inside in one thrust. "Fuck," he grounds out, his forehead falling to mine. "You're so fucking tight, Bethany."
I feel so full I'm going to burst, and it's all I can to do not scream when he hikes my leg over his shoulder and drives in even deeper. But then, he just…sits there.
"Sorry, but if I move too much, I'm going to blow and this will be the most unsatisfying thirteen seconds of your life."
"Brody," I whimper, my pussy flexing around him.
"Shhh, I know beautiful," then, he starts to shallowly thrust his hips, a little bit at a time while holding my leg to his chest. He turns his head, pressing a kiss to my ankle.
"I thought you said you couldn't be gentle right now," I tease between labored breaths, the ridges of his cock hitting me in all the right places.
"Not rough enough for you?" Brody asks with a grin, even though his breathing is shallow, like he's holding himself back. "As long as you claim me, Brody," I look up into his eyes, "you can be as rough as you need." My words seem to trigger something inside him. In one swift move, he's pulling out, flipping me onto my hands and knees, and pushing down between my shoulder blades.
