Page 100 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

Swallowing hard, I stood, turning to face Shane. Darkness glinted in his hazel eyes. My feet moved of their own accord until I was inches from Shane. His chest heaved, stretching the material of his tee taut over his torso.

Shane raised a brow in challenge. I sank to my knees, tilting my head back. White teeth flashed in Shane’s smile.

“Are you going to do what I say?”

“I’ll be good. So good for you, Alpha. Please.”

A muscle feathered in his jaw. I rarely called Shane or Jason “Alpha” and they both reacted the same way every time I did. Fingers raked through my hair before Shane trailed them down to my clavicle.

“Open, Mate,” Shane demanded, freeing his cock and giving it a few short tugs.

I followed his command, and I parted my lips. Pre-cum leaked from the head. I opened wider, sticking my tongue out.

“Fuck. Even when you’re being a good boy, you’re still a brat, Ty.”

Before I could smirk, Shane fisted my hair, sinking his cock into my mouth. I groaned, my eyes rolling back at the stretch. The tip hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed, taking him deeper.

A growl erupted from him, making the leaves cling to the trees tighter. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, sliding down my cheeks and mixing with sweat and dust. Shane pistoned his hips, using me for his pleasure.

My cock ached. I was on the verge of coming just from Shane fucking my mouth. He struggled, his thrusts turning erratic and his breaths uneven. With a snarl, Shane slipped out, leaving me a gasping, drooling mess.

With blown pupils, Shane stepped out of his jeans, kicking them aside.

“Strip,” he commanded, languidly pumping his cock.

Clumsily, I removed my clothes, tossing them into a pile. My cock slapped against my stomach, ruddy and weeping. My jaw clicked as I clenched my teeth, resisting the urge to tug my dick—just enough to relieve the pressure.

If I did, Shane wouldn’t let me finish at all. And I was afraid that I might expire if I didn’t orgasm soon. Shane crowded me, his alpha in charge. The flat of his tongue caressed the mark on my throat. I whined, mumbling a series of incoherent pleas.

“On all fours for me,” Shane rasped, his control slipping.

I stumbled getting into position, eager and uncoordinated. Dirt molded under my fingers, sticks cracking under my knees. I wiggled my ass, growing impatient. A palm landed on my left cheek and then the right.

The sting sent a jolt of heat straight to my balls.

“You’re not to come unless I give you permission, understood?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

Shane ghosted his fingers along the back of my thighs. I shivered, my arms almost giving out. His knees bracketed my hips. I bucked and he chuckled, pressing fleeting kisses over the column of my spine.

“You belong to me, Ty,” Shane said, sucking a deep mark into my ass.

He landed two quick slaps on the backs of my thighs. I shuffled, not knowing whether I wanted to lean into or run away from the pain.

“Don’t move, Mate.”

A noncommittal noise rumbled in my chest as hair fell over my eyes. Cool liquid dripped down my seam as Shane circled my hole with his thumb. This was torture. Shane dipped a finger inside, slowly working past the ring of muscle before pulling it back out.

On and on it went, him pushing a little deeper with each stroke.

“I’m ready,” I croaked, about to combust if he didn’t fuck me soon.

“Patience.”

I sobbed a desperate, broken plea, tossing my head back.

Shane worked in a second finger, scissoring and stroking until I babbled for more. Finally, after an eternity, he took mercy on me, nudging his tip at my back entrance.