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His breath fanned across her lips like so many of the sensual touches he'd given her over the past week, stirring arousal low in her belly with his words and hushed purr. This close, her skin hungered for his, all of her favorite parts of him coming to mind. Her fingers and lips ached to touch and taste and lick and nibble, all of them.
"No one's ever called me that but you." Zorah barely had the words out before she put her lips to his.
Jake sucked in a small gasp, the only indication of surprise, before he succumbed to the kiss, pouring all his ardor into taking her mouth with his own. With a groan, Zorah fisted his shirtfront, hauling his body close and closer still. His tongue swept into her mouth, tickling against her own and bringing the pureness of his taste along with it.
The bond pulsed with a warm, approving light, stoking her need for him from a soft desire into a desperate frenzy. Zorah detached from the kiss, Jake's heavy breaths filling her ears as she mouthed kisses along his cheekbone and stubbled jaw. It felt different, this lust. Different from her Heat, where the need rode her hot and urgent, and her body demanded release after relentless release. This wasn't her body propelling her toward him. It was the bond. She licked at the salt on his skin and nibbled at his earlobe, wanting to consume every single part of him, wanting to claim every part of him the same as she'd claimed with her bite.
"Fight for me, Jake," she whispered into his ear as her demanding hands reached to extract his hardening cock from his pants. "Fight for us."
His cock hung heavy in her hand, utterly perfect with its velvety, unblemished heft. He groaned, either from arousal or emotion, but she didn't care which, her own emotions a mangled, exhilarating mess. Unable to resist, Zorah dropped to her knees and peered up at him as she gave his length a few introductory strokes. Jake's handsome face twisted in desire, and the war he waged with himself transmitted through the bond: his lust versus his anxiety about what was to come.
"This isn't over," Zorah insisted, tickling her tongue along the underside of his head. His thighs jumped in response, raising his hips off the perch. Her eyes cut to his, a salacious tint to the stormy green she knew so well. Fisting the waistline of his jeans, she dragged his pants over his hips all the way to his ankles, vowing, "I claimed you. You're my Alpha. Only mine. And this is mine, too."
To emphasize the point, she sucked the fat head into her mouth, laving the textured skin with wet, sloppy swipes of her tongue. Jake hissed, his hips bucking upward as his hands rested on her shoulders, and Zorah went to work in earnest.
It wasn't a hardship. Not when the taste of him sang in her senses, the briny musk speaking to her of early mornings and ocean waves andhim.My Alpha. Drunk on the headiness of it, she shuttled her fist up and down as her mouth kissed and licked and sucked. She drew him deep, all the way, till he brushed the back of her throat, sparking one astounding instant where her entire existence narrowed to only this: the feel of him on her tongue and in her throat and in her palm, so full of him even air had no room to intrude.
His hands squeezed at her shoulders, and he voiced things that resembled words, curses buried between grunts, and Zorah knew he was close.
She walked her fingers down his length, cupping and cradling the heavy sack beneath since she knew now, after the long days of her Heat, that he loved that. And she loved that secret heat of him, loved the animal heaviness in her palm as she massaged in a careful rhythm. Knees spread wide, Jake's hips thrust into her mouth, and Zorah's fingers wandered. Gathering the saliva pooled at the base of his cock, Zorah's eyes rose to meet his as her fingertips grazed his balls and continued their journey to his dark, secret hole. Jake's eyelids drooped, and he widened his thighs, giving her silent permission and more room to rub the tight ring of muscle. Which she did, circling and pressing, all while continuing to lick her way up and down his cock.
Jake arched his back, his hands grasping the stump behind him to flex even deeper into her mouth, wholly consumed and unleashed by what she was doing. Her own arousal spiraled, and Zorah moaned around her mouthful, letting the tip of her finger breach his entrance to her first knuckle. She wantedthis, too.
"Oh holy fuck," Jake burst out, and she went deeper.
She slid into that hot, smooth channel, impaling and claiming him in this new way. With care but also determination, she pumped the digit in and out in slow, inexorable thrusts, and Jake began to pant. Her gaze flicked to his, and their eyes locked, his greenish gaze so galvanizing it sent a tremor to her toes.
A rough, masculine curse spilled from his lip, and his cock swelled in her mouth in preparation to blow. Zorah sucked him deeper and thrust harder, but on the verge of his release, Jake pitched forward to grab her under the arms and haul her up to his lap.
Jaw tense and hardened with the fight to control, he growled, "Get up here."
With a whine of protest — she had planned to finish him in her mouth — Zorah dropped her shorts, her sex already swollen as it made contact with his impossibly hard cock. Climbing atop him, she didn't waste time, rolling her pelvis to settle him in the right place and throwing her head back as he speared her to the hilt. The sudden invasion took her body to the edge of fullness in a single instant, and she moaned into the sensation.
"Ride me," he commanded, slipping his hands around to grab great, greedy handfuls of her ass. "Ride your Alpha."
She did, rocking and bucking and whimpering, finding the spot where her clit rubbed against his abdominal muscles' carved edges and made her eyes roll back. Sparks of every color imaginable exploded in the bond, its presence expanding behind her ribs, and she knew,she knew, the same thing happened in his.
Zorah grappled for everything she could touch: his arms, his chest, his neck, his hair. Tugging on his sweaty curls, she demanded his lips on hers. Opened so he swept inside and rubbed his tongue against hers. Desire climbed higher, each push and pull of her pelvis and each thrust and swipe of his tongue twisted together to expel every worry from her head. Jake's fingers wandered, slipping down her ass to stroke against her wet sex as it spread around him. A shiver skated over her skin at the intimate touch, but it was the presence of those fingers circling her back entrance that had her eyes flashing open.
Dark intent laced his words as he gently massaged the muscle. "Feeling adventurous, are we?"
Their eyes locked in silent conversation. An unspoken request to go further, touch more, and with a wordless, shuddering granting of permission, the bond sang its approval. Zorah's movements slowed as the digit slid past that pleated opening.
Biting her lip, she gave herself over to the foreign sensation, the unusual invasion that, to her surprise, did not hurt but only heightened the swirling in her insides. As if all her nerve endings reset to this new, higher frequency of pleasure, she ventured another slow grind of her hips, happy to know she'd given him the same thrill only a moment before. The motion pushed his finger deeper, and she swallowed a groan at the feeling.
Oh hell, it was good, it was really good.
And she wanted more.
"Oh my god," she breathed, her hips picking up her pace to drive herself forward and backward, slipping and sliding over two hard intrusions.
Jake's eyes fluttered, and with more confidence this time, another finger inched inside. The breach made her gasp and worry, for an instant, that her body would refuse and rebel, but then the muscle gave way, and that gentle, stretching, widening pressure made her absolutelycombust.
"Jake, oh god, Jake," she wheezed, the bond in her chest detonating in a supernova of euphoria that shot through her body from her spasming toes to the tips of her half-destroyed braid.
Her vision shattered and fractured into a thousand ever-changing patterns, interspersed with snapshots of Jake's handsome face as her eyelids stuttered between open and closed.
He thrust up from his seat, fucking into her faster and faster as her release rolled on and on. His mouth — his lovely, sensual mouth — twisted in a teeth-gnashing grimace, and Zorah wrenched her shirt to the side, baring her neck and upper chest.
