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“D, what are you doing?” She wriggles on top of me, sending my already heightened scent into overdrive and surrounding both of us in a cloud of rich caramel. I see the moment lust takes over her expression and a feral edge comes over me as she whines and grinds her already wet heat over my throbbing cock.
“Shortcake,” I growl out. “You know, I still have a terrible sweet tooth. And I’m absolutelystarving.”
Her brow quirks. “You want me to go get—”
“I want you to take your panties off and sit on my face,” I interrupt her with the blunt statement, loving it when her mouth opens in shock.
“You want me towhat?” she squeaks.
“You heard me, Blake. Stand up and strip, then come sit on my face.” She just blinks at me. “You like it when we eat your sweet pussy, don’t you?” She nods. “Okay, so this is just another position we can do that in. You’re gonna love it. Trust me, Shortcake. Let me make you feel good.” I’m practically pleading now, my desperation for her growing with each swivel of her hips.
Silently, she stands up and starts to take off her clothes slowly. I reach down, taking my cock in my hand and giving it a few long, languid strokes as I watch her. When she’s fully naked, I take a second to just appreciate her beautiful body in the moonlight. We’re all constantly trying to feed her, so she’s put on some weight in the last few weeks and looks healthy and so happy.
“Come here, Baby.” I guide her down so she’s kneeling over my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Her breath is coming out in quick little pants, but she doesn’t move. “I didn’t say hover Shortcake, I saidsit.” I pull hard on her hips and then my mouth is full of strawberries, cream, and sweet, buttery cake.
We let out twin groans of satisfaction as I devour her, circling her clit with my tongue as she writhes on my face. Her slick is so intense I feel like I could drown in it as it runs down my chin.
But what a way to fucking go.
After only a couple of minutes, Blake lets go and finally grinds into my face. “That’s it, Baby. Use me, take what you need and come all over your Alpha’s face,” I growl out. Moving one of my hands from her hip to my cock, I rub my thumb over the head, gathering the precum dripping off the tip. Using it as lube to stroke myself, I let my instincts take over as I please my mate.
Her moans get louder when I leave her clit to thrust my tongue into her tight hole, mimicking what I hope to do to her after I wring an orgasm from her sweet body. I stroke myself faster, running my tongue up her slit in long licks. I focus back in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and gently biting down as she falls apart around me.
I lick her through her orgasm, and the gush of slick that covers my chin is enough to set off my own. Hot ropes of cum splash against my abs and her ass, the sensation pulling a whimper from her. I can’t stop myself from massaging my release into her skin, soothing the primal need inside of me to mark her with my scent.
When she finally comes down, I lift her off and gently lower her body down so she’s laying on my chest, her head resting over my racing heart.
We bask in the afterglow for several long minutes, neither of us saying a word. I startle and almost knock Blake off my chest when the sound of crickets chirping is suddenly interrupted by rustling in the trees directly in front of the roof.
Sitting up, I hand Blake her clothes and we both quickly get dressed. I can feel her worry through the bond, so I try my best to reassure her despite my own rising anxiety. There shouldn’t be anything big enough in those woods to make a noise that loud.
“It’s probably nothing, Shortcake. There’s a ton of wildlife around here, and anything that would come this close is harmless.”
There’s a quiet whistling sound to our right and a sudden sharp pain in my neck that sends me stumbling to my knees. I hear Blake cry out and feel her drop to the roof beside me before everything goes hazy as I try to reach out for her.
I don’t make it.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
KIDNAPPED AGAIN
Blake
Freezing cold and feeling like death warmed over was not how I expected to spend the morning after my night with Hades. My head hurts so bad I’m afraid to open my eyes and the roof feels… different than it did last night. My stomach rolling dangerously distracts me from my scattered thoughts and I have to focus hard on not throwing up on myself.
After a few minutes, my stomach settles enough that I can open my eyes the slightest bit, only to slam them back shut immediately with a groan. Everything is blurry, and the light sends a throbbing pain to my temples that brings the nausea back full force. Taking a few minutes to reorient myself, I notice a familiar sound and shoot up to a sitting position, banging my already aching head on what feels like metal bars. Steeling myself, I slowly peel my eyes open, rubbing them to dispel the blurriness. When my vision finally clears, my heart races.
I’m back in Phil’s basement and I’m locked in a cage.
The familiar noise I heard when I first woke up is the TV droning on upstairs, but I tune it out as much as I can, breathing deeply. I’m desperately trying to recreate the feeling of being on the roof with my Alpha, so I don’t have a panic attack and leave myself vulnerable.
Cataloguing my surroundings, I see that since my escape, Phil has added bars to the window and completely trashed the basement. There are fist sized holes in all four walls, proving his temper is still alive and well. My books are torn apart, the pages scattered throughout the room, and the mattress I used to sleep on is sliced down the middle. There are springs sticking out and a knife handle barely visible through the fabric.
My heart beats faster when I see the knife is just out of reach. If I can just scoot the cage a little closer to the bed, I should be able to grab it. Gripping either side of what I think is a dog crate, I shift my bodyweight to the left, successfully moving myself closer to the mattress. Reaching my arm through the bars, an errant thought about how Ace would probably tell me I look like a T-Rex with my short arms brings tears to my eyes.
I just found my pack; I can’t lose them now.
With renewed determination, I tighten my grip on the bars. Only this time, when I shift my weight, the crate makes an awful screeching sound without moving. I freeze, holding my breath and praying to all the gods I can the sound wasn’t loud enough to be heard upstairs. Less than a minute later, I realize my prayers are going unanswered once again as heavy footsteps sound on the stairs, the unsteady gait as familiar as the sound of my own breathing.
