Page 66 of Sweethearts and Savages
Enit slapped my arm with a laugh, but it quickly turned to a moan as I gathered her into my arms, plunging my tongue into her mouth. I tugged her out of her nightshirt, shucking off my boxers as quick as I could. Then I sat back on the bed, and dragged her back into my arms. Thoughts of the future, even of Stacey, took a back seat as I reveled in the feel of my mate. She sat on my lap, facing me, her legs wrapped around my waist, as close together as we could possibly be. Nose to nose, heart to heart.
I kissed her, my hands on her perfect ass, as she ground against my hard cock, nothing between us but skin. I pushed a hand between us, my fingers finding her wet pussy. Already so wet for me.
I growled against her lips and she got wetter. I found her clit with my thumb, brushing over it even as I speared two fingers inside her.
“Bohdie,” she gasped, and I curled my fingers. Not gonna lie, I’d kinda learned a thing or two from Stacey and The Great Squirtening, as we’d been calling it. Well, as I’d been calling it—the name horrified both Enit and Stacey. But watching from the sidelines, I’d learned things, and those things were making my mate mewl.
“Bohdie,” she whined. “Please.”
I kissed down her throat, and across her exposed clavicles. “What do you need, Princess?” I purred and she ground down on my cock again.
“I want you inside me.”
I wiggled my fingers, making her moan again. “I’m already inside you, baby.”
She huffed but it was more of a sexy little sound. “I want your cock inside my pussy and your teeth in my flesh, making me yours.”
I growled this time. “Yes,” I hissed, manhandling her into the air, positioning my dick at her entrance, and then dropping her down. She screamed and I groaned as she clenched around me, her body squeezing me tight. Her arms around my neck, her legs around my hips and her pussy around my cock, all pressing me close as she made me hers. I moved her up and down my dick, loving everything about this position, but especially the slow intimacy of it. As much as I wanted to flip her over and fuck her on all fours, I wanted to enjoy the feeling of her falling apart around me first.
My hand snuck between us once more, and when I pinched her clit, she came on a scream, her teeth clamping down on my shoulder the same way her pussy clamped around my cock. I gritted my teeth through it, holding back the release that made my balls ache, my thrusts slow and even. When she collapsed against my chest, I untangled her from my body, flipping her over.
I wrapped my arms around her hips, kissing my way down her back until I was kneeling behind her. I dragged her ass into the air and my lion growled. I pushed back into her languid body, and she dragged herself against me, making us both groan.
“Bohdie,” she shouted and I slammed into her hard and fast, losing my finesse to the sensation of my mate wrapped around my cock. Slipping my hand from her hip to her clit, I stroked it gently, working her into a frenzy that threatened to makemego blind with pleasure. When her pants had become shouting moans, I gave into the urge that had been riding me since the first moment I’d laid eyes on Enit.
I clenched the curve of her shoulder between my teeth and bit down, making her scream and come around me. I exploded inside her, but my teeth stayed buried in her shoulder as we rode the wave of our releases and the sensation of the mating bond snapping into place. I held her to me, unwilling to separate our bodies yet, even as we rolled onto our sides.
I laved my tongue over the wound on her shoulder, the primal taste of her blood on my tongue. The scent of her wrapped around me, quieting my Alpha for the first time in months. She was where she was meant to be.
She turned in my arms, kissing me. I felt the other bond, the tentative tendril that was so faint I could barely feel it, but so important it was literally killing her. Kell.
I grabbed that bond, that tiny mental thread, and yanked it.
Enit gasped, smacking my chest with the ball of her hand. “What the hell was that?”
I kissed down her jaw, then over to her lips, meeting them softly. “That was me reminding your wayward mate that there’s more to life than being a self-important jerk. If that doesn’t draw him back to you, then we’ll go to him. You’ll be fine. I have you now.”
She huffed but I could feel her relaxing in my arms, exhaustion and relief making her sleepy. I looked over her shoulder at Stacey, who was sitting in her normal spot.
It should be weird. Sex wasn’t meant to be a spectator sport, even if your participation was just of the self-provided variety. But while there was heat in Stacey’s eyes when she looked at Enit, it wasn’t of the “I wanna fuck” variety. It was a desire to see something beautiful, that kind of passion you felt when you were watching something so amazing, you knew it would change your life.
“It’s a night for Pack, Doc. Hop in. I promise not to touch you with the magic stick.”
Enit snuffled a laugh against my chest, and Stacey gave me a disapproving look.
“Alpha, as a doctor, I can tell you there’s nothing magical about your ‘stick.’” She walked into the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. “If you wouldn’t mind disengaging from our mate, I’ll clean her up, so you don’t wake up with your pubic regions crusted together.”
Laughter burst out of me like thunder, while Enit gave Stacey a horrified look. “You’re mellowing in your old age, Stace.”
Still, I shifted out of Enit, dragging myself away to the bathroom as Stacey leaned over and kissed Enit, somehow making cleaning up my cum not weird at all. I looked in the mirror of the bathroom, and all I could see were teeth, my grin was that wide. I was possibly the happiest man on the planet right now. Her mark was a raw wound on my shoulder, and I contemplated never wearing a shirt again just to show it off to the world. I sent that love down my bond with Enit, and she sent it back. I was never going to get sick of that sensation, like you could feel the person’s love and warmth traveling all over your skin in a tingling wave.
Out of respect for Stacey, I pulled on my boxers before I stepped back into the bedroom. Stacey had pulled the blanket up over Enit’s naked form, and she was cuddled against her. My heart swelled as I watched them, and then I tried to imagine another person in the bed. The man who had kidnapped my mate. Would he cuddle up behind her? Who would be pushed to the edge of the bed, no longer able to touch her?
My lion made a disgruntled huff at the idea and the urge to murder the problem re-emerged. Just one crunch and it would be back to how it was always supposed to be.
This brought a whole new meaning to eating your stress.
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