Soon enough, the beeping stopped, and there was enough fresh air in the place for me to deem it truly safe from evacuation.
“Screw this,” I said. I took the towel from his hand, tossed it on the counter, and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go someplace less kitchen-like.” I dragged him into the bedroom. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He growled. It was sexy, primal, and very animal-like.
For a nanosecond, my brain started to work on whether panthers actually growled, but that ended quickly enough as he pulled the hem of my shirt up and over my head and brought me back to the important task at hand.
He let it fall to the ground before sealing his lips to mine and tracing my shoulder blades with his fingers.
It wasn’t long till I was clawing at his shirt and his pants, and he at mine, till we were both standing there, naked.
Slick pooled at my entrance, both of us rock hard. I’d never been this turned on before. There was something about Lincoln that had every part of me longing for his touch.
“Take me, Alpha, please. I need you.” I was no longer second-guessing any of this. I wanted him. No, I needed him.
He took a step back, holding both of my hands in his. “Are you sure?”
“Look at me, Alpha. What do you mean, am I sure?” My cock was hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and I was buck-ass naked. If that didn’t say ready to go, I wasn’t sure what would.
“I need to hear the words.” He gave my hands a squeeze. I’d never considered consent being a turn-on. A necessity, sure. But a turn-on? Not so much. But right now, as he was asking to hear my verbal consent, damn if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Please, Alpha, take me. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
He scooped me up and carried me the short distance to the bed. When he set me down, he slid into the bed beside me, his handcupping my cheek, his eyes staring into mine. “I’m so fucking lucky.”
This time, he rubbed my cheek with his, and I felt like I was back in the dream, only continuing where my awakening had left off. He kissed a path down my neck, lower and lower, licking and nipping my nipples, tracing my muscles with his tongue, exploring every inch.
My fingers raked through his hair, itching to explore more of his body but unable to reach and unwilling to have him stop the magical tour his mouth was making.
When his breath reached my cock, I knew I was done for. I was so, so needy for him… only him. His hand reached down to my entrance, gathering slick, his finger teasing my hole as his tongue licked my shaft like it was a lollipop. He circled my tip, gathering my pre-cum as his finger slowly entered me.
“You’re so slick for me, omega, so very slick,” he murmured as he inserted his finger. He took me into his mouth, bobbing up and down in time with his one finger, then his second, and then his third. If he kept this up, I was going to come long before he got inside me.
“Alpha, please, please! I want you in me when I come.”
This time, he took me all the way into his mouth, swallowing as I hit the back of his throat and then slowly coming off me. As his fingers left me, I felt so empty and alone, a whimper escaping my lips.
“Turn over, omega.”
I rolled onto my hands and knees as he settled in behind me, lining himself up with my entrance and slowly sinking into me, his hands tight on my hips.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” he said as he bottomed out. “So fucking perfect.”
He slowly began to move, thrusting in and out of me, taking his time. My orgasm was coming closer and closer with each thrust, feeling so incredibly full and yet not quite full enough. All too soon, I was biting back my climax, trying not to come, wanting to savor every second of this. But as his hand left my hip and wrapped around my cock, there was no hope.
I stopped trying, instead giving in to the feeling of him pounding into me as his hand jerked me. My orgasm came hard and fast, and I nearly fell onto the bed as my cum shot out. The only thing keeping me up was his arm around my waist as he slammed into me one final time, shouting my name as his cum spurted into me and he filled me with his knot.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He kissed my shoulder.
He guided us down gently so we were lying on our sides, his arm wrapped around me, his cock still knotted in me.
“So fucking perfect,” I heard again.
I had something to say too, so many things, but they would all have to wait, as my eyes fluttered shut and I fell asleep, still connected to my panther.
11
LINCOLN
