Slow down Sam.
You do not want to have to walk back to your bedroom with a fucking come stain on your jeans.
Maybe I should just leave her wrapped around me and go upstairs that way…It should work just as well as marking her.
But it might embarrass her.
Another alpha would get the message though…still, I don’t want to upset her.
Oh no, looks like there’s only one thing to do.
Standing up, I turn around and lay her on the bed, legs draped over the side before I slide her snowflake sleep pants down her legs. Hmm, no panties. The logical part of my mind tells me it’s because she had a shower and hasn’t had time to finish getting ready for bed. The illogical alpha side says “Fuck it, open invitation!”
Guess which one I listen to?
Dropping to my knees I wrap her thighs over my shoulders, leaning in to swipe my tongue up her slit. She doesn’t have a sweet taste like Teddy does, being a beta. It’s more of a salty-tangy flavor with just a hint of her lilac scent, and it makes me growl low in the back of my throat. Her hips wiggle away as she giggles again.
Ok, so that’s not gonna work.
How did Teddy do this on Saturday?
Wrapping my arms up over her thighs, I pull her back to my mouth. From this angle my thumbs can hold her open so I can taste her properly. I bring my face up to her core and the low growl rumbles out again, causing her to twitch and try to pull away. So, maybe the vibrations from that are what’s causing the problem. Pulling her tight against me, I swipe my tongue hard over her clit and am finally rewarded with a low groan and her legs tightening around my head.
Gauging her response between hard licks to sucking to scraping my teeth over her, she soon has her hands fisted in my hair again, pulling me against her. She seems to like the sucking best, followed by light teeth. But while she’s moaning and grinding against me, it isn’t pushing her over the edge. Unwinding my arm, I drop her leg down to the outside of my shoulder, her whole body is shaking and I briefly wonder if my growl would still tickle at this stage. But I need to feel her come, so I’m not going to sabotage myself by experimenting right now.
Now that she’s spread open for me, I lean forward again, thrusting my tongue inside of her. Her back bows off the bed, so I insert two fingers, and she is so fucking slick right now. There’s still a tight squeeze, because she’s so small in comparison, but her whole body shudders and I clench down on her thigh, my fingers leaving white indents on her soft skin. Her head thrashes from side to side as I pump my fingers inside her, and when I pull out to add a third, she lets out a needy whimper that almost makes me come in my fucking pants.
Using the hand that’s already slick with her juices, I reach down to pop the button on my jeans and unzip enough to pull out my cock, hoping it’ll relieve some of the pressure. I’m so fucking hard right now I could probably use it to hammer nails—I wanna hammerher. Taking a deep breath to center myself and keep from coming I get a flood of her scent, and it almost tips me over the edge.
So that wasn’t a great idea on my part.
I groan as her lilac scent fills my lungs.
But fuck it all, there is no protection down here. Instead, when I bring my fingers back up, I turn my head when I thrust them inside her, biting down on the inside of her thigh. Not hard enough to break the skin, but there will definitely be a bruise there. I almost lose my grip when her hips jackknife off the bed and she lets out a long keening cry. I secure my hold to keep her from flopping off the bed entirely, and yeah, that’s probably gonna leave more bruises. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t hate me after this. I love the idea of marking her, as long as I don’t actually hurt her.
She finally settles down, and I scissor my fingers at her entrance, earning me another heated moan. If she’s comfortable with it, I’d like to practice to see if she’ll be able to enjoy being knotted one day. Just the idea freaks some betas out, but fuck, I can only hope she wants to try as much as I do. Pulling my fingers free, I give one last long lick from core to clit, gathering up her taste so I can keep her on my tongue as I stand up. Maybe if Teddy’s done making out with Steve on the couch, I can go give him a taste.
Standing up, I’m still painfully hard. Kelly sits up and reaches for me, but I gently grab her hands. The little pout she gives me is adorable and I lean down to nip at her lips. “Soon, Sugar. I don’t have condoms down here, and I want to be inside you when I come.” She gives a full body shiver and pulls one hand free from my grip to reach out and stroke me. I’m already leaking pre-come like a fucking faucet and my pants are about to be a mess.
I grab her hand again and pull it away. She grins up at me in response, like the mischievous pixie that Teddy keeps calling her. “If you wanna be a brat, Sugar, I can treat you like one. But that means you’re going over my knee later and I’m goingto have to redden that pretty little ass before I fuck you tonight. Is that what you want?” It’s impossible to miss the way her eyes get bigger and her breathing speeds up. Still holding her hands, I pull her forward so I can kiss her properly. I plunder her mouth, making sure she can taste herself on me before pulling back, I leave her breathless and reaching for me.
“Come on, I need to go finish dinner so I can feed everybody. Can you check on Teddy, see if he made a mess on the couch?” That playful smirk is back on her lips, but she slides her pajama pants back on, wiggling a little once they’re in place.
“I still feel all slippery and squishy down there.” She smirks up at me and I groan again. Fuck, this dinner better hurry the fuck up so I can carry her upstairs.
Chapter 30
All I want to do is finish this damned soup. I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing. I tried to go look for Sam earlier, but he disappeared and hasn’t come back yet. When I went into the living room Teddy had Steve pinned to the couch, rocking against him and biting his neck and jaw. I could hear my brother moaning, and that was more than I needed.
All the nope.
I didn’t need to see that.
I didn’t need to hear my brother cry out, “Fuck, Bear, I missed you so much!”
I definitely didn’t need to hear the grunting that followed.
Now I don’t need to leave the kitchen again, I can just stay in here, stirring this fucking pot of overcooked soup until someone comes and tells me it’s done. Yup, just me and the dog. I can’t even remember his name. In my defense it’s been a busy day, but at least he’s not bad company, seeing as he’s just lying on his back next to the pantry. Every time I look his way, his tail starts wagging and I hear thethump,thump,thumpof it against the door.
