Page 19 of Knot Your Pucking Mate
“There’s a dimmer beside the light switch,” Mandy says, leaning away from my body and pointing in its direction. “It’ll turn the overhead light off and the fairy lights on. It’s too bright in here.”
I flick the switch and, sure enough, the fairy lights turn on, giving the room a warmer, softer glow.
Mandy’s lips find mine as I bring us to the bed, stepping down into the pile of cushions and blankets. The base of it is soft and spongy, and we sink into it as I lie Mandy down beneath me.
“Am I the first Alpha you’ve let in here, Mally?” I ask, eager to know the answer. She may just have a professional cleaning company come through, but something tells me that’s not the case.
“Yes,” she pants as I unbutton her jeans and pull them down her legs, revealing a matching set of lace panties. She lets her legs fall open as I toss her jeans away, and I groan. Her panties are soaked through, her slick glistening on the inside of her thighs.
There’s no hope left for me. I’m a goner. The need to taste her becomes the sole thought in my mind.
I reach down, hooking my fingers around the center of her panties where they’re the wettest, and pull. They tear free easily, exposing her juicy pussy to me. My cock throbs in my pants, my knot starting to swell at the base.
Tossing her legs over my shoulders, I lean down and lick a long line up the center of her, her flavor coating my tongue and causing me to moan at the phenomenal taste of her. There’s something inside me that shifts in that moment, like the world was tilted and now all is right again.
A shiver runs through her, a soft moan of pleasure filling my ears and spurring me on as I lick and suck her pussy, biting gently at her clit, determined to get every drop of slick. None of it will go to waste.
My desire to please her rises, as does my need to take her, knot her, and mark her as mine. The sudden realization hits me that I could easily lose control here. I need to be careful. There’s no one here to help if my instincts take over and I fall into a rut.
Chapter Eleven
Mandy
Axel’s tongue has me feeling like I’m ascending to fucking heaven as it strokes over my clit in just the right way. My orgasm explodes from me, slick coating his face and the sheets beneath us as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
My legs are shaking as Axel rises, grinning down at me, his face glistening with my cum and his eyes a far cry from the composed professional athlete he usually presents.
He looks a little wild, if I’m being honest.
And I love the look on him. The idea that I’m responsible for bringing out this primitive, instinctual state in my alpha makes me feel powerful.
I want more.
Ineedhis knot. Like yesterday.
“Knot, now,” I demand, panting as I reach for him, meaning to pull him closer.
Axel’s answering growl sends a shiver of excitement running down my spine.
“Be careful what you wish for, Mally.”
He leans back on his calves, pulling his shirt over his head and unbuttoning his belt with ungodly speed. Within seconds he’s as naked as I am, and it’s only then I realize the pleasure exchange between us has been one-sided. I’ve been too lost in my heat spike, too focused on finding my pleasure and relief that I haven’t even run my hands over this beautiful man before me.
The realization wakes me up, breaking my haze a little, and though I’m still needy for his knot, I’m hungrier for Axel.
My alpha.
My scent match.
I want his pleasure just as surely as I want to drown in the pleasure he gives to me. I want to taste it and feel him come apart beneath me in the same way I just did for him.
There’s a small part of me in the back of my mind that is wishing Chase were here, too. I keep calling this a heat spike, but if it isn’t, I know Axel will struggle on his own. Will I be comfortable allowing my other scent match in, even though our history stands like a brick wall between us?
“Axel,” I murmur as I sit up and push myself to my knees in front of him. Rising, I place my hands on his bare chest. I’m distracted briefly by how hard and defined his pecks are. My eyes drift lower to where his cock bobs between us, fractions of an inch away from rubbing against my stomach. The tip is dripping with pre-cum, the knot at his base already swelling in his arousal. My tongue darts out, wetting my lower lip as the desire to taste him washes over me again, stronger than before.
“Yeah?” he purrs, his hands finding my waist and tracing up along the curve of my hips until his large hands are cupping my breasts, his fingers teasing and tugging on my already pebbled tips.
A moan escapes me, and it takes all of my concentration to focus back on what I was trying to say.
