All Box Munch garments were tested to be alpha tear proof, because alphas ripping your favorite shit got old, fast.
Making an annoyed noise, she simply reached in and pulled out my dick.
If Mi Cielo needed to fuck me against the wall to work out her feelings, I’d make the sacrifice. The wall did seem to be her favorite place to fuck, though often she was the one with her back to the wall.
I pulled down her black ski pants, then her stretchy pants, then her panties, as her mouth smothered mine.
She impaled herself on my hard cock, my knot inflated. Now, Deltas couldn’t really take knots comfortably without a ton of work, but that was okay with me. I wasn’t one of those alphas who needed to knot someone to feel sexually fulfilled.
Wrapping my arms around her, I continued to kiss her deeply to let her know I didn’t give a fuck what her day job was.
My hand reached around to rub her clit and she smacked it away. Well, then.
Over and over, she impaled herself on my cock like her life depended on it. Maybe it did. She was free to seek understanding on my dick anytime she liked.
“Can I cum inside you? We’re not using a condom,” I said softly, trying to hold off my release. We didn’t always. She was on birth control. So was I.
“It’s fine.” Smothering my words with her kisses, she continued to grind against me, working toward her own release.
I continued to attempt to hold off cumming. Deltas didn’t have locks like lady alphas, but they did get fucking tight when they came. The moment her pussy muscles strangled me, I came. My arms tightened around her even more.
Sweaty, I tipped my forehead to hers. “You are amazing. If anyone has ever made you feel like you’re not deserving of love because of who you are, what you do, they are liars. Not only will I set them right, I will eviscerate them in song. I’ll use my music to set the world on fire for you. You are worthy of love–and fully capable of loving in return, and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”
“You’re prettier when you don’t talk.” She shoved me and pulled up her sensible boy-cut panties.
“You think I’m pretty?” I batted my eyes at her, my glasses a little steamy. I’d never seen her in sensible panties. She always wore sexy lingerie when she was on jobs. Something about it making her better at her work.
It was a nice look.
“Ugh. You are impossible.” Saoirse shoved me again, anger flaring. “Also, delusional. We can’t be together. It doesn’t matter what either of us feel.”
I sucked in a breath. “You feel something?"
I knew it!
“We can’t,” she snapped, leaving her stretchy pants and ski pants on the floor.
“Why?” I took a step towards her. “I really want to know why, if it’s not because you don’t have feelings. Maybe we can figure it out.”
Wait, why was she so angry? What had I done?
“There’s nothing to figure out. I don’t have feelings for some ridiculous musician,” she snapped. “Sure, you’re a good fuck. But that’s all you are–an alpha dick to fuck, so stop thinking we have a chance.” Giving me another shove, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, in a cloud of spicy brandy anger.
Oh. I crumpled inside.
She didn’t have feelings for me? Had I pushed her to the edge not realizing it, thinking I was being cute and charming?
Given that sudden shift from want to hate, I’d definitely crossed a line. Shit. The last thing I ever wanted to do was be some overbearing alpha or feel like anyone owed me.
My moms would be so ashamed of me.Never, ever use your alphaness to get your way.
My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. Putting my head on my knees, I took off my glasses, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
Yeah, I’d fucked up.
All I could do was let her cool down, apologize, and own my mistake.
The door opened and I looked up. Was it her? I’d prefer to apologize before my set.
