Page 57 of Secrets and S'mores
He pauses. “Do you want me to stop, or do you want more?”
“Don’t,” I gasp, “stop.”
He chuckles and resumes, turning his hand and trying angles until he gets an embarrassing moan out of me. Eyes screwed shut, I only see stars, so I gasp when he flips me over and pulls at my hips until I lift up onto hands and knees.
“Can you stay like this?” he murmurs against my skin, his tongue dragging up my spine like my skin is sugar.
“Yeah.” My back arches at the feel of him.
Bending over me, his hand curls under until he hones in on my clit. His soft but insistent touch threatens to shatter me, and I press my ass back into him.
It’s overwhelming as he begins moving his hips, grinding his cock against my ass through his boxers. If we just removed the clothes between us… I can’t get enough air, gasping as he ruts into me.
His movements slow as he focuses on what he’s doing with his hands. Two fingers dip back into me, and I almost fall forward. Only his growled command keeps me from faceplanting.
With his other hand he slides his finger over my clit over and over, working me into a frenzy. Pleasure burns hotter through me, becoming an unbearable pressure. His fingers against me, inside me, the weight of him pressing into me. I’m so close to release.
I want to live in this moment forever, but I can barely tolerate it for these few seconds. His teeth clamp down on my juncture of neck and shoulder, holding there and barely pricking the skin, showing he could mark me as his mate - and I know in that moment if he broke the skin with his teeth, the magic would take and I would be his.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he sucks the skin to leave a hickey. The hint of pain layered over the immense pleasure of his touch is the last thing I can take.
Cursing like a sailor, I break, shaking and tensing against the onslaught of pleasure. He groans as I squeeze his fingers and he presses into me.
He braces one hand on the ground, the other under my chest to keep me from collapsing. With whispered praises and peppered kisses, he stretches out on his side and tucks me against him.
“Goddess, I wanted to claim you so badly,” he says. With a bashful grin, he scoots back and discards his boxers. I stare, realizing he came in his clothes. My cheeks prickle like I’m blushing, but my skin is already flushed. Tugging his sweats on, he cuddles up against me again.
The grassy earth shouldn’t be this comfortable, but with his biceps under my head, I could easily fallasleep. Either Onyx feels the same, or he knows how tired I am.
“Get some rest,” he instructs. “You need it. Especially with what I plan to do with you once you finally agree to be my mate.”
“Dream on,” I shoot back, barely able to string my words together.
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my ear. It’s so tempting to drift off as he settles against me. His breathing soothes me and his touch makes me feel safe.
I’m lost in a haze, coming down from what he just did to me. I turn in his arms and kiss the tip of his nose. He smiles without opening his eyes.
“Rest,” he rumbles, and I go still.
It’s so peaceful, Onyx curled around me, his arm across my stomach. Time slips by and he dozes. Sunset melts into darkness, but the almost-full moon lights up our woodland haven. There are no predators around here except us, so it’s safe for us to sleep if we wish.
Eventually someone will wonder where we are, but it’s easier to pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
Onyx snuggles closer in his sleep, nuzzling into my chest. My hand goes to his head and I drag my nails through his hair. It’s entirely possible I love this man.
I’d leave my pack for him.
The realization sends ice through my veins.
What would that even look like?
If I left, my mother would have to name another Heir, and by default it would be her new Beta, Orion.That would give him more power, and he already oversteps and stands against her every chance he gets.
Since things are already shaky, my mother will likely lose her position. She could be killed or maybe exiled.
If Orion or another of the males in the pack became Alpha, they would want revenge against Onyx’s pack. My mother’s lack of retaliation from our last battle is a sore spot for many of my packmates. Without her standing in the way, it’s only a matter of time until they decide to move against the Bracken Creek pack.
I have to go back. The alternative is too risky.
