Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“Let me savor you,” he says.
“Let me come,” I snap back.
He backs away more until his hands cover my knees, and his mouth is too far away from where it should be. His eyebrow raises, and his smirk disappears. “Who is the beta?”
“Reid—” He starts to stand and I backtrack. “You! You’re the beta.”
His lips twitch, and he inches closer to my pussy again. “Damn straight I am,” he says. “And you’ll come when I’m ready for you to come. Understood?” I stare at him, and his hands slide up my legs, stopping before my lower lips. He touches them with his thumb, the touch lighter than a feather, and I groan in frustration when he removes it immediately. “Understood, Cadet?”
“Yes, Beta!”
His smile returns, and he leans into me, hovering over my entrance again. “Good.”
He returns to my pussy with renewed vigor, devouring me as if I’m his last meal. His fingers play in tandem with his lips and tongue, teasing me and torturing me, filling me and working me towards my orgasm. My hips roll and I grind myself against his face. Our moans fill the kitchen, interspersed with me shouting his name and him murmuring words of encouragement to me as he brings me right to the edge before pulling me back over and over until I can’t take it anymore.
“Reid, please!”
“Goddess, you’re better than all my fantasies about you,” Reid groans against my pussy. “So sexy, so eager. And all fucking mine.”
He pushes both fingers all the way inside me and thumbs over my clit as those fingers curl and touch a spot inside me that has me teetering on the precipice, fighting to hold back until he gives me permission to come. The pleasure coils and writhes inside me, and it’s all I can focus on—that, and the practiced manipulation of his fingers, lips, and tongue.
“That’s it,” he says, encouraging me with both his words and his eyes as he stares at me from between my thighs. “Let go, Taryn.”
A strangled cry tears from my mouth as my orgasm pulses through me, stronger than any release I’ve experienced. His expertise combined with the sparks of our bond adds another layer to our intimacy. He grips my hips, holding me against his mouth as I writhe and moan through my orgasm, drawing out each wave of pleasure so they all roll into one until I’m a panting, exhausted mess.
He presses one last kiss to my core, then stands, pulling my spent body into his arms and against his chest, his fingers trailing down my spine. I relax, soaking in the feel of my skin against his and the heavy beating of his heart as it races in time with mine.
He kisses my shoulder, those powerful arms holding me tight and his hands caressing me, and although I’m spent, he’s awakened a hunger in me. A hunger for him. A desire to bring him to his knees.
My hands move down his chest again, and one slips beneath the waistband of his sweats, wrapping around the hardened length of him before he has time to react or stop me.
“Fuck!” he grits out between his teeth as I slide my hand up and down, twisting and squeezing just enough to add some tension and pressure.
His hands splay out over the white marble counter, his shoulders heaving as I continue to work his dick with my hand. I tug his sweatpants over his hips, and they pool at his ankles, leaving all of his body on display for me to ogle. And holy fucking Goddess, what a body.
Carved muscle covers every inch of him, all of it pronounced from the tension held in his body as I stroke him. Carved muscle that is all mine and only mine. And his dick in my hand is thick and long, and my pussy clenches as I imagine how it will feel when he’s filling me up and pounding into me.
But not yet. Not before he knows everything.
His eyes roam my body while mine roam his, his hands moving to my breasts and squeezing them again, making my eyelids flutter. He kisses me as we play with each other’s bodies until I’m gasping for air again and his heart pounds faster, his quick breaths matching mine.
I push away from him and shove off the counter, dropping to my knees an licking him from root to tip, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock before I take him into my mouth, my palms resting on his thighs. He groans and grips the counter, his chin dropping and his eyes closing for a second before they fly open and meet mine, where I stare at him from my knees.
“Oh, Goddess…” he groans, his grip tightening on the counter.
He thrusts his hips in slow movements as I move him in and out of my mouth, taking him deeper with each pass. His eyes flutter open and shut several times, but he always returns his gaze to mine, holding my stare.
I pop off him and run my tongue along the underside of him again—several times—and then I lick the bead of pre-cum off his tip before I take him into my mouth again.
His groans and tensed up body fill me with power, and I move faster, my eyes watering a little when he hits the back of my throat, but I keep going, working him to the edge like he did to me. I want to watch him fall apart under my touch, and know that while I’m not the first female to pleasure him this way, I’m the only one who gets all of him, who he lets see what’s beneath his hardened exterior, and I’ll be the last female who gets to be with him like this.
I hope.
Reid’s mouth falls open in a silent cry as I take him in as deep as I can, and then his body twitches, and his cock hardens and pulses in my mouth, signaling his impending release.
I moan with my lips around him, and my eyes close as his cum fills my mouth. Every drop he releases, I swallow, until he’s emptied himself and there’s nothing left for me to take. My hands slide up his thighs and around to his ass, massaging and squeezing it before he pulls me to my feet and hugs my naked body to his.
“That was fucking hot,” he says between his breaths, his hand wrapping around my neck as he kisses me, hugging me to him with his arm around my waist. “You. Are. Incredible.”
He punctuates each word with a kiss, turning us and sinking down onto the floor with his back to the cabinets and me straddling him, our bare torsos pressed together and my pussy positioned right on top of his already hardening dick. He reaches for the blanket and wraps it around me, tingles erupting everywhere his skin brushes mine, and I gulp. My body sings for his, but we’re not ready for that irrevocable step. Not yet.
“We should probably get dressed,” I say, even as my head rests against his shoulder.
“Probably,” he agrees, but his arms twine around my waist and pin me to his body.
“Was that enough to settle your wolf for now?”
He huffs out a small laugh. “For now.”
I lift my head to meet his eyes, soft and reassuring as he rubs my back through the thick blanket. “Don’t stress,” he says. “You’ve told me we have more to face together. I’m prepared for whatever fate throws our way whenever you’re ready to tell me. You’re my mate, and I’m not giving up on us.” He gives me one last, deep kiss, then pats my butt. “Now get up. I have a busy day planned for us.”
I smile at him as we both dress, blinking back against the itching in my eyes. Goddess, this male is too good to me, and I’m not sure I deserve him. I’m not sure how it’s possible that a male so against the bond for so long would change his entire outlook on fated mates just for me.
His words and actions put a chink in my armor, and I know it will be sooner rather than later that he breaks through it all.
REID
“Remind me again why we’re outside in the snow?” Taryn asks, her arms crossed against the wind, her body bundled up in a dark green down coat, a tan satin-lined beanie with flecks of color—like little sprinkles on a cupcake—atop her head to protect her braids.
“Because it’s Winter Wonderland Day,” I reply.
And because I need her out of the guest suite while hospitality sets up everything for the rest of our day.
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