Page 68 of His Rejected Alpha Mate
“Deeper. I love tasting you. So sweet.” He grunted as he rubbed a pearl of pre-cum over the glans of his cock and pushed back the foreskin.
“I want a taste of you, too. To swirl my tongue around the head, dip into your slit and suck you deep.”
“Another finger.” He ordered. I did as he requested, sliding another finger alongside the first, scissoring them to stretch myself for the toy. “Grab the toy. Suck it like you would me. Get it nice and wet.”
His eyes were bright with need, his bear at the surface as he grabbed the sleeve and rolled it down over his length. Rather than try to slow things down, I did as ordered. Sucking and licking at the toy, the taste strange. The action made him moan for me. It was green, an odd choice for a toy, but I was glad she hadn’t tried to replicate the colors of Dakota’s cock.
“Goddess! I can feel your tongue on me. Slow down a bit. I don’t want to cum until I’m inside you. Another finger sweetheart.”
My licks slowed, and I didn’t take the head into my mouth properly. I switched my focus to opening myself up properly for the toy. Within a matter of minutes, I had four fingers inside me, pushing them in deep and groaning around the feeling. “Kota, please,” I begged.
“Make sure it’s wet and slide it in.” He stroked himself slowly but stopped with a ragged cry as I eased the toy inside me. “Holy shit! It’s like you’re on my cock! Holy fuck!”
I grinned savagely and rammed it inside me deep, crying out at the oh so familiar feeling of the stretch and weight of Dakota’s cock. It felt exactly like him. The same heat and ridges of his veins. “Oh, my, goddess!”
Waiting just a minute and breathing around the sudden feeling of fullness, strange without the weight of my mate over me, I teased Dakota by widening my legs, letting him see how my hole stretched around the green silicone. “Jas, please,” he pleaded, “move it. You feel so good.”
Slowly, I eased it out to the tip and plunged it back inside, making us cry out in unison. “Oh, fuck!” I yelled as it hit my spot. It had the same wicked curve that he did. Perfectly teasing me with every pass.
My hand got sore after a few minutes of thrusting the toy in and out. I paused for a minute, the toy just inside, to prop my hips better, then changed hands. Each movement made me shiver as the toy moved and hit different spots.
“Goddess, what a view. I wish I was there, Jas.” Dakota was brushing his fingers over his nipples, not needing the extra stimulation since the sleeve was making him feel like it joined him with me.
Wriggling into a better position, legs splayed wide, I shoved the toy deeper and stroked my cock. The whole situation had me on edge, my release close. “More, harder, I need it harder.” I said as I pistoned it in and out of me, clenching my muscles and tagging my spot each time. “Pinch your nipples for me. I need your knot to come.”
Dakota’s breath was sawing out of his lungs. He was groaning and sighing with each motion of the toy. Pre-cum leaking onto his stomach.
“Tease your balls,” I said. More, I needed more.
His hands followed my demands, one pinching a nipple and the other massaging his balls as I loved to do when I was riding his cock.
I felt it then; the knot expanding inside me. “Yes!” I cried out. It wasn’t quite the same, but as the knot got to full size, the toy expanded and contracted, warming like it was pumping me with his seed. The idea of being filled up was enough to bring me to the edge. My balls drew up, and I pressed a finger into the slit of my cock. That was enough, and I came all over my hand, making Dakota cry out as my muscles clamped down on the toy, and with it, the sleeve over his cock.
We lay there silently after taking in ragged breaths. My whole body was buzzing with the effects of my orgasm, sleep wanting to pull me under despite my earlier nap.
“Verdict?” Dakota asked, shuffling to sit up. He wiped away his cum, but left the sleeve. “Feels like I’m still inside you,” he explained at my confused look.
“Not quite as good as the real thing, but an excellent substitute.” It did feel good, but the weight was off.
A few minutes passed, and the knot started to go down. “Oh,” Dakota said. “The feeling’s gone.”
It was then that I noticed. “Oh, it’s not working anymore.” Tears filled my eyes, and I dashed them away angrily. Stupid hormones.
“It’s alright, Jas. We’ll ask for another spell to make it work again.” Dakota attempted to soothe me.
“I don’t want a spell! I just want you.”
“I know, sweetheart. Hopefully, it’s not for much longer.”
Finally
Dakota
“So,herewasBlake.He must have been about five. We were nine, and he’d just been told about this alpha power that he’d get as he grew up. Thing was, Dad was always telling him how special he was, and Blake could be a little shit about it. Dad was always filling his head. Stronger than every alpha boy he knew and all this bullshit. So, I’d taken the last cookie that mama had made. She didn’t get into the kitchen often, since our dad thought it was beneath her. She’d made Blake’s favorite chocolate and macadamia cookies, and I’d made off with the last one.” Chase chuckled from his place next to Axel’s bed.
Teárlach smiled as he observed the twins, but stayed quiet.
“He was so upset. Little Blake chased us all around the house, yelling at me to give it back. I don’t even know why Axel was running. Maybe he thought I was going to share it with him. I wasn’t.”
