Page 89 of Mated By the Pack
“Is it okay, Calla?” Vance asks softly. “I can wait if they’ve already worn you out.”
“No,” I whimper, leaning against Gideon as I present myself to Vance. “You’ve waited long enough.”
Vance’s clothes hit the floor as he approaches. He doesn’t move in for the attack. Doesn’t rush things. He carefully lowers himself behind me and starts kissing his way up my back, avoiding the other marks before his lips tease my neck. Despite being worn out, my body reacts to him. I don’t feel complete knowing my last mate is unsatisfied, especially since my scent is new for him. I remember how the others were when that happened.
“Her tight pussy is going to make you come,” Gideon says. “But we’ll fill you in on the part that will blow your damn mind after you’re done.”
“My mind has been blown enough,” Vance murmurs, rubbing his cock against my pussy. “And her scent is almost enough to make me come all on its own.”
“At least all of you finally know I wasn’t losing my mind the first time I caught it,” Gideon chuckles, bracing me as Vance pushes in.
Vance is gentle. No urgency. No demands. After being ravaged by my other mates, it’s almost a tease, but in the best possible way. His hands glide up my sides as he sinks into me, slow and steady. The lack of roughness is nice. The lack of hurried thrusts is even better. Slow, sensual strokes that make me quiver and whine while his warm breath remains close to my skin, occasionally planting a light kiss.
It felt like the others were claiming me, but it feels like Vance is discovering me. His cock moves deeper, inch by inch, until our bodies are flush. He pauses there, buried inside me, just breathing in the scent radiating from my skin.
“They were so harsh with you,” Vance murmurs, one hand caressing my punished bottom while the other traces below Caleb’s mark.
“I needed it,” I whimper. “I did something bad. I…”
“Don’t fill his head with all of that yet, mate,” Gideon warns. “Just let him enjoy this.”
I nod and lean against Gideon. My thighs are sore. My ass is still striped from leather and stinging from the spankings that followed. But I don’t care. Vance’s slow thrusts are almost healing in a way, like the sun used to feel when it warmed me up on a cold day.
“I wanted it to be true. That we had finally found our mate,” Vance whispers. “But until I got your scent, I had a tiny bit of doubt. Now there is none.”
“I’m yours, Vance,” I reply. “I’m as much your mate as I am theirs.”
“I remember your pretty, pretty blue eyes the first time I saw you,” Vance continues, his slow strokes continuing to stoke the fire inside me back to life. “I can’t wait to spend hours lost in them. Never wanting to come up for air.”
“What is this, a fucking Hallmark movie?” Jace grunts.
“A what?” I whimper.
“Before your time,” Vance chuckles. “Jace is being an asshole because he doesn’t know how to treat a woman right.”
“Ask her if I treated her right,” Jace growls. “She couldn’t stop screaming my name while I was fucking her ass.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’d rather hear these soft whimpers and moans than listen to her scream,” Vance says.
I’m not sure if I have a preference. They’re both incredible in their own way. Vance continues whispering sweet words into my ear while he takes me. He’s not possessive or dominant like the others. It’s almost like he’s in awe of me, rocking into my body with such grace and care it makes my chest ache, but it’s deeper than my tired muscles. He’s making my heart flutter.
“You’re mine, Calla,” he whispers, pushing deeper with a slow roll of his hips. “But that means I’m yours too. All yours. This bond we share will never be broken until I’m in the ground beside my brothers and sisters who are already gone.”
The words sink in like a balm, soothing me in a way nothing else has. His thrusts are still slow, but start to become more deliberate, grinding deep, pulling soft moans from my throat. The angle is perfect. I gasp when his cock hits my g-spot, and he keeps his focus there, like my pleasure is more important than his own.
“You’re so precious, Calla,” Vance says, kissing the side of my neck. “If you did something bad, I already forgive you. I always will. I don’t care what it is.”
My heart feels like it stops fluttering and simply shatters with the weight of his understanding. He has no idea what I did, yet he’s not going to punish me for it. Forgiveness is just part of his nature. The emotions coiled inside me release in a whimper and then the pressure starts to build. My eyes blur and I feel it getting more intense. It’s not like the ones that were forced out of me. This one feels deeper—a blend of emotions, pleasure, and something raw.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper, shaking with the first shudder of bliss.
“Let go.” Vance exhales sharply, grinding his dick into my g-spot with steady movements. “Give it all to me, sweet mate. Let me feel you.”
I moan as the orgasm rolls through my body, almost as slow as his thrusts. It’s a wave that seems to crest, fall, and crest again, each pulsation making my pussy squeeze his length.
His release is silent. Barely more than a gasp. His body shakes for a moment; he sinks deep and holds himself there, spilling his seed into me.
Then I feel something different. Something unusual. His cock seems to swell even larger, making me yelp from the sensation.
