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I could barely think, my cock aching with the need to come.
“I need… I need to come, master please…” I got out. “I’m yours, Alastor… all yours…”
“Fuck!” he yelled, as he exploded inside me. He thrust into me a couple more times, then pulled out. I felt the hot ropes of his cum slide down my legs, but before I could catch my breath, Alastor grabbed my shoulders and turned me over on the table.
“Al- fuck!” My cock was fucking rigid as his mouth slid down over it, taking me to the hilt. I threw my head back, my fingers digging into the wood of the desk as he sucked. The wet heat of his mouth was overwhelming and I bucked wildly, trying to control the building pressure in my lower abdomen. My hands found his head, pressing him down, the sensation so intensely pleasurable I thought my body might rip apart.
"Yes...God, yes," I gasped, my hips bucking up into his mouth. "Alastor..." He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the head. His free hand slid down to tease at my still sensitive hole, pushing a slick finger in my ass still slick with his cum. He moaned around my cock in response and I cried out. Pleasure coiled tighter within me, like a spring ready to snap. His mouth was relentless, taking me deep over and over again until I was gasping for breath.
His rough fingers dug into my flesh, holding me in place as he worked me over with a ferocity that left me breathless. I was on edge, so close to release. My cry echoed off the walls as he sucked hard, his tongue lapping at the sensitive underside of my cock.
"Come for me," he demanded, voice muffled against my cock. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock, dipping into the slit before taking me deeper into his mouth. His throat muscles worked in tandem with his hand as he stroked my balls, coaxing me to come.
"Alastor...I'm going to..." My warning was cut off as I came, shooting hot spurts of cum down his throat, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over me. Alastor drank it all in, never breaking eye contact.
He swallowed everything greedily, not releasing me until I was spent and trembling.
As the last tremors of my orgasm faded away, Alastor crawled up my body to seal our lips together in a heated kiss. I couldtaste myself on his tongue and it only served to stoke the already smouldering fire within me.
"You're so good for me," he purred, his hands roaming over my body possessively. “I don't deserve you. I don't deserve…” he froze as his eyes locked onto mine, and I felt the coldness rush through him as his desire cooled instantly, only to be replaced by pain.
“Alastor, what’s wrong?” I asked, reaching up to press my lips against his once more. He pulled back, standing up and helping me sit up. He didn’t look at me as he grabbed a cloth from the bathroom and cleaned me up. I kept quiet, letting him take care of me. I knew it meant a lot to him, and to be honest, it meant a lot to me too. His tough demeanour, his controlling and sometimes violent sex was always followed by making sure I was ok. But this time, it was him who seemed to need taking care of.
When he was done, I tried again.
“Alastor, something is wrong. Talk to me.”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have done that…”
I reached for his hand. “Alastor, I am always here for you, whatever you need. Look at me. Please.”
“I can’t. I… I'm so sorry Cole. You deserve more than this, more than me. Both of you do, and I’m just not… enough. I’m sorry.” His eyes met mine briefly as he pulled his hand away, and I sucked in my breath at the utter despair I saw in them.
“Alastor, please…”
“I need to go. I’m so sorry...” He shook his head, and turned, stumbling out of the trailer. I got to the door as fast as I could, but I heard the ripping of fabric as he shifted, and watched as his huge dark form raced away, disappearing into the darkness of the desert.
Chapter Thirty
SARIEL
The sun was already climbing the sky, its heat bouncing back up off the tarmac as our car pulled up to the private jet. Lily and I were running notably behind schedule, the consequence of her last-minute packing, which felt like it had taken an eternity. My irritation hadn’t been helped by the lack of sleep. I’d tossed and turned all night, thinking about Alastor, and I could count at least four times I’d been so close to changing my mind and going to find him, begging him to forgive me. When I’d finally fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning, my dreams had been the kind that had me waking hot, gasping and filled with an aching need for the man. I’d slipped my own hand between mylegs, filled with shame that had made my cheeks burn, but not knowing what I was doing, had been unable to find any release. Instead, I’d got up as soon as the sky had begun to lighten, and gone for a run, driving myself on until I’d been gasping and exhausted. At least it had helped with the lust my traitorous body had created. I’d showered and returned to the tent to pack, and either Lily hadn’t noticed anything amiss, or she hadn't said anything about it, for which I was grateful. Now though, I was getting more and more nervous about having to face Alastor this morning.
"He's going to kill us," I muttered, eyeing the private jet with its engines humming.
"Relax, he loves me too much to get mad," Lily grinned.
My stomach twisted as we pulled our bags out of the boot of the car and headed towards the dark silhouette standing by the plane steps, relief and disappointment both hitting me as I realised it wasn’t Alastor.
"Glad you made it before take-off," Ash said.
"Where's Alastor?" I asked.
"Not here yet, but en route," Ash replied, with a smooth smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Lily frowned. “I haven’t seen him all morning. Cole took care of all the equipment and Theo said goodbye to Dr Taylor… where is Alastor, is he ok?”
Ash grinned, his smile both sexy and unnerving, and my stomach knotted at the sight of it. "He's fine. He’s exhausted and didn’t take his own advice and had a few too many last night. Nothing a few nights back in a proper bed won't fix."
