Page 63 of His Rejected Alpha Mate
I wrapped my arms around him, digging my fingers into his shoulders, and kissed him hard. Our teeth clacked together with the force of it.
The friction of my dick rubbing against our stomachs, his cock hitting my prostate and how well he filled me, had me at the brink of orgasm quickly. I came with a shout, unable to hold back the noise and grateful for our family being gone.
Dakota continued to use me as his personal flesh-light, driving me down onto his cock until he shuddered, let out a moan, and his knot swelled. Once fully formed, the knot stretched the rim of my hole deliciously; the feeling bringing another orgasm. Seconds later, Dakota’s cock thickened and spurted inside me, filling me with heat.
Exhausted, I stayed wrapped around him, kissing his lips, cheek, and jaw. I ran my nose down his neck, over his mating bite, making him shiver. I laughed, and he groaned as my muscles tightened around him.
He did the same to me, pausing to lick and then gently bite the mark. “Yes!” I gasped. Damn, the feeling of being stretched and filled by my mate, along with the touch to my mark, had another tiny spurt of cum escaping my cock. It completely wrung me out.
“Goddess, I missed you,” he whispered against my neck. His body shuddered, and I felt wetness on my skin.
I ran my hands over him, smoothing his hair back and muttering reassurances I didn’t a hundred percent feel. Who knew how long it would be until we could do this again? It tore at my insides that he would have to leave me again soon.
“I missed you, too. So much. I can’t do this, Dakota.” My own tears joined his.
“You can, and we will. There’s no choice.” He took a deep shuddering breath and slowly wiped my eyes, stroked my hair away from my face, and kissed the tip of my nose. “You are so beautiful to me.”
Resting my forehead against his, I breathed in our joint scent. It settled my soul and my alter. The fox inside of me curled up and went to sleep, satisfied that we were safe, we were whole, with our mate beside us.
“Jas?”
“No.”
“Sweetheart,” Dakota’s tone became imploring, even as he tightened his arms around me.
“I’m not ready.”
“I’ll never be ready to leave you. Not in this life or the next, but I have to go check on Angel. I’m not leaving. We’re just going to be apart again.”
He made an attempt to extricate himself, but I clutched at him. “I don’t know if I can do this, Dakota. It hurts so much to have you so far away.”
“Maybe you could move into one of the omega houses?” He suggested. His fingers stroked along my arm.
The plan had merit, except we’d considered it and promptly dismissed it. “Can’t. Already thought of that. The only one that’s free is the heat house, and it needs repairs. The medical staff are using the others, or the elves will be.”
“Damn, I just want you closer so I can see you more. I hate being apart, but at the same time, I need to get back to Angel in case she wakes soon.” I knew he was right, and I hated it at the same time. “We have to make Blake promise to make visits happen. The elves know how to reduce the risks.”
Dakota got up from the bed, towing me along to the bathroom so we could shower off sweat, slick and cum. I didn’t want to lose the scent of my mate all over me as strongly as it was. I’d have to plead for another of his shirts.
The warmth of the spray was second only to the feel of his wet skin against mine. We just stood together rather than getting washed. Seemed neither was in a rush. Blake wouldn’t mind. Eventually, we cleaned up, taking turns to wash each other. We finally left when the water turned cold, our skin slightly pruned. Dakota dried me off before wrapping himself up in a towel and sitting on the bed to pull on his clothes. I hated seeing him getting dressed at the best of times. Hiding all that gorgeous tan skin was a crime. It was worse knowing that he was going away.
“I heard Poppy was going to trial a new magical sex toy.” The thought from the other day popped into my mind. Zinna and Poppy had visited to keep everyone’s spirits up while we were away from the pack. She had talked about so many omegas being wary of alphas and preferring betas. Which then led to her discussing the special sex toys that she made that had spelled knots, rather than the inflated version that had failed on me.
“Yeah? What’s it do?”
“Well, it seems we aren’t the only mated pair separated due to the sickness. Some are in other areas, but our local witch is getting pretty famous and ships everywhere. Poppy’s trying to design it so both partners feel the sensation of the toy being used at the same time. It’ll have a magical knot, and it will be like one of those dildos that you cast from your partner’s cock.”
Dakota hummed and wrapped his arms around me. “Sounds interesting.”
“So you’d be up for trying it out?”
He thought about it. “Absolutely.”
“She left a kit here just in case you’d be into it. I was going to ship it to you or hide it with a package your parents could take to you, but it’s better that you are here.”
“Why?”
This bit was hard to describe, but I’d thoroughly read the instructions. “Because there are two parts to it. The first is you place the sleeve over your dick, then I’ve got to take you inside me. I was going to wait and put the sleeve over the finished dildo, but this works because then I don’t have to wait to get the sleeve back from you. The second part is we put the mold around you, wait a minute, and then give the mold to Poppy to make the finished product. Within a day or two, I’ll have a perfectly spelled version of your cock!”
