Page 85 of His Rejected Alpha Mate
“I get the feeling that you’d love it if someone found us.” His body covered mine. Resting his weight on his knees and elbows, he spoke into my ear. “You’d love it if someone heard us. Or was watching us while I was balls deep inside you.”
“Fuck!” I wanted that so badly. Ever since he’d said about Hiroshi getting off on people watching him, the idea had sparked something in my mind. I wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of the idea or actually being caught.
We wrestled out of our clothes, leaving them strewn on the grass. It felt strange but pleasurable to be naked outside in the middle of the day and not shifting. A light breeze teased over my skin. I gasped as it hit my tight nipples. Dakota watched me as I stroked myself. The heat in his gaze fired my blood. I needed him to fill me.
“Turn over on your knees. I want to taste you.” His voice was gravelly with desire.
I did as I was told, shuffling into place, the extra weight making it difficult. Dakota propped me up with some pillows to protect my bump and caressed my exposed ass. It felt naughty to be outside in the yard with my ass in the air, naked as the day I was born, but it sent my arousal spiraling higher.
Dakota’s breath on my hole gave me a full body shudder. I cried out at the first lick of his tongue over my puckered entrance. He tasted and teased before spearing it inside me, finding wetness there and groaning. “You always taste so sweet. Just the same as your scent.” He dove back in, licking and sucking at my hole, opening me up for him.
It didn’t take long until I was grinding my ass against his face, needing something inside me deeper than his talented tongue could reach. “More! Please, Kota.” My voice sounded wrecked to my own ears.
He didn’t even pause, just added his fingers and stroked my cock as he ate me out. The sounds he made were obscene, and my face was red with the thought of anyone seeing us like this, of them hearing us. My cries filled the still afternoon air as he shoved two fingers inside me. I pawed at the corners of the blanket, needing it to ground me in the moment. I was going to cum without his dick, and that was a crime.
“Fuck me!” I demanded. “Or you will have blue balls all day.”
“Like you’d deny yourself all this.” I felt Dakota smirk against my neck. He teased his tip around my wet entrance, then pushed inside.
At first, he rocked gently. Good, but not what I wanted. I dropped to an elbow to reach back and grab for him. I needed him deeper. His thrusts became harder, pushing in farther to meet my demands. My face fell against the pillows, my arms like jelly as pleasure coursed through me. I let out a litany of curses as he hit my spot perfectly.
He pulled me up against him, surrounding me in the circle of his arms. We rocked together, trading kisses. This was better in some ways than the fucking I’d been getting before. He was so deep inside me, all around me. All I could feel was him.
“Imagine.” He huffed into my ear as he continued to move. “Someone watching us over there. Who do you see?” The pumps of his hips got wilder, harder, and I moaned. “Is it your friends, Grady and Trey? Seeing that you are treated just right. Satisfied by your man.” I shook my head. “No? Maybe it’s someone else. Hiroshi then. Showing him what he’s missing out as you sit on my cock, getting ready to be filled by my load.”
The rumble of his voice against the sensitive shell of my ear was the end for me. “Fuck!” I came untouched on his cock.
Dakota clamped his hands on my hips and lifted me in time to his wild thrusts as he reached his peak. I was pretty sure I came again as he moaned in my ear and his knot stretched me just perfectly as he filled me with his seed.
Somehow, he eased us onto the blanket on our sides with me spooned against him. I felt so safe and warm, wrapped up in his arms. There was nowhere I’d rather be.
Waking a little while later, I carefully extricated myself from Dakota. I watched his sleeping form, so full of love for the man who had waited for me to get my shit together.
The shift came over me suddenly. No conscious thought from my fox preceding it. Just the sudden urge to be in fur. In fox form, we looked down at Dakota again. My fox loved their bear, thinking he was a worthy mate for us. They covered him with the corner of the blanket, unwilling to let anyone see him naked. He was ours.
We explored the house looking for the perfect spot, but there was only one choice for what we needed.
The corner of our bedroom had a soft chair in the corner that we could crawl under, but we moved it out of the way. It was heavy and took some time, but we made space. Then we pulled the covers from the bed and towels from the bathroom cabinet.
My fox was single-minded, and I let their instincts take over as they prepared our birthing nest. They wanted something safe and cozy to show to our mate when he woke.
We wanted to present him with his cub.
Even now, we could feel him getting ready to make his way into the world. The pain was a low hum at the back of our mind while we had something to focus on. Only once we settled into our perfect nest did it ramp up in intensity. My fox let out little snuffles and barks as the contractions quickly got closer together. They worried and appealed to their human side for calm.
Dakota.My human side surged forward and used the bond to call for him. He couldn’t miss the birth of his son. I wanted to chide my alter, but they wanted to give him the gift of his son without seeing his mate in pain. It was noble, much like my fox.Dakota would be upset if he missed being a part of it,I explained to them.
They understood and helped me call for him louder.Bear, I need you;they called to his alter.Dakota, please. He’s coming!
Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs, and Dakota burst into the room. He found us on the floor, whimpering in our nest. The upper blankets were wet with sweat.
There was a pause, and I waited for him to freak out or get angry. He did neither and ran for a phone. “Papa! Dad! Jasper is in labor.” There was a pause as he gave him instructions. “Okay.”
He settled down next to me. “Papa and Dad agree that shifting will be best.” He looked at my nest. “This is lovely and snug. You did well, my fox.” He ran a hand over me. My fox preened at the compliment, and the pain eased at his touch. “I need to make it bigger for my bear. Hold on.”
Within moments, Dakota had used his shifter strength to move aside a dresser and wardrobe to make a larger area for my nest. He disappeared briefly, sparking panic in my fox, until he returned with the comforter from the spare room and some fresh towels.
After careful study of my hastily put together nest, he added his finds to the pile and made it so much better. My fox gave a happy yip and circled it. This was the gold standard of nests to them. Our bear had covered the soft fabrics with his scent and artfully arranged them so the damp ones were underneath. The man inside sighed with delight as my fox examined the improved nest.
