Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“There. Done,” I say, gasping, my heart pounding in my chest, my body readying itself for him.
He grabs my chin between his fingers and pulls my face to meet his lips, his kiss all-consuming, melting me from the inside. My eyes close and I return his slow kiss, dragging out each press of our lips to last as long as possible, keeping our pace unhurried.
“Goddess, Taryn, I need you,” he says, breaking away to catch his breath. “I need to feel you around me. I need to hold you in my arms and hear you say my name. Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”
His mouth covers mine again before I can answer, his arms circling around me and pulling me over him, pressing our bodies together. Skin meets skin, and fireworks explode between us, emanating from every point our bodies meet.
Those massive hands of his roam once more, lazy exploratory movements that turn me into a lust-filled, panting mess. I know what those hands are capable of—know the pleasure and euphoria they can bring me—and the anticipation of my sexual needs being met by this powerful, protective, possessive male beneath me has my body quivering and my pussy dripping.
“I need you too, Reid,” I say, my hands in his hair.
“I was so worried about you yesterday,” he says between kisses and breaths. “All I could think about was getting you home so I could take care of you and hold you.”
“I wasn’t hurt. Just scared and shaken up.”
“It doesn’t matter. My instincts will always be to protect you, to take care of you, so I know without any doubt that you are unharmed and safe. And to do whatever I need to remind myself that you are mine and only mine. Always mine.”
“Always yours,” I agree, rolling my hips so his dick slips between my lower lips.
His hands cup my ass, and he lifts my hips, sliding himself down, a trail of tender kisses left in his wake on my neck, chest, breasts, and stomach before he settles between my thighs, his mouth inches away from my entrance, his warm breath tickling my pussy.
“Fuck my face, Taryn. Hold on to the headboard and take what you need from me while I give your pretty pussy all the sweet attention it deserves.”
My body follows his command without a thought, hands clutching at the solid wooden bed frame as he kisses my entrance, sending a shockwave through me. I cry out and buck my hips against his mouth, his hands squeezing my ass and then sliding down the backs of my thighs, encouraging me to move.
“Damn, that’s beautiful,” he says, his tongue darting along my slit. “The way you grind your pussy against my face and the way your body moves. The way you taste.” He groans and closes his eyes, kissing my clit. “You’re my muse, Taryn.”
His kisses turn demanding, his hands drifting over my body, caressing me, teasing my pussy in tandem with his mouth and tongue. They slide up my stomach to my breasts, taking them in his palms and tugging at my nipples.
I moan, pleasure overtaking me with each roll of my hips, filling me to the brim, as warm as melted, molten chocolate. My soul sings with each of his kisses, my eyes closing so I can focus on his touch and our bond and I inch towards the crest, pushed there by his slow exploration of my body.
He takes his time, worshiping me with unhurried touches and kisses, drawing out my pleasure until the last second, until I can’t take it anymore, and I rock myself as hard as I can against his face. My pussy clenches and pulsates, my body rolling and writhing above him as he kisses me through my release.
“Oh fuck yes,” Reid says, groaning against my pussy as my orgasm continues, wave after wave of euphoria hitting me, each stronger than the last.
My toes curl and my body tenses, my blissful high reaching every nerve ending of my body and every corner of my soul. His kisses are strong but still languid, stretching out every moment of my orgasm.
I’m panting and whimpering when he slides his hands up and down the backs of my legs again, kissing the inside of my thigh.
“You’re turning me into an addict, Cadet,” he says, lips tickling my skin. “I will never get enough of you.”
His arms encircle my waist, cradling me and lowering me to my side, facing him. My arms drape around his neck, and our lips meet again as he hooks my leg around his waist and notches his dick at my entrance. His hips push forward and his arms pull me down, our hold on each other tightening as he enters me.
Slow and sure, inch by inch, he slides inside until he can go no further. He pauses, our noses touching, our lips a breath apart, our eyes closed. He cups the back of my neck and just holds me, taking his time before he moves to feel our connection—both the physical and the emotional.
We inhale and move together, creating delicious, heat-filled friction between our bodies. His skin touches every inch of mine, electricity dancing over the surface.
His hold on me is tender, careful, his movements like molasses. It’s so different from our normal, and yet fueled by the same heat, desire, and possessiveness he feels for me and I feel for him. I treasure it, cherish it, because while I prefer him to take control and throw me around, it takes vulnerability to be with anyone in this way, a vulnerability we only show to each other.
“Reid…” I say, sighing into his mouth as we kiss again.
His hand around my waist strokes my side, up to the underside of my breast and down to my hip, tracing the same path with each pass. Our connection heightens every touch. Every thrust of our hips brings us closer; closer to bliss and closer as mates.
“Yes?”
I swallow and shake my head, kissing him harder and pressing myself closer, holding him with all my strength.
Words fail me. I can’t answer his question, can’t begin to explain to him what I feel—how I feel—so I show him instead.
I show him with my body and our bond, sending it all to him down the wide-open connection we share. Aside from the first day I knew he was my mate, we’ve not once blocked each other out, not once kept what we feel a secret. It’s our unspoken agreement, our promise—to be open and honest always.
He groans against my lips as everything I’m feeling hits him, and it morphs into a growl, his hips punching into me. “Taryn,” he says, groaning again, his neck tensing and his teeth clenching. “Oh, fuck, Taryn…”
He clutches me to him, face buried in my neck as he releases into me. My back arches, my jaw dropping in a silent cry of pleasure as one more orgasm rips through me, a grunt slipping from him as I clench around his dick. He teases my mark, whispering my name between the small kisses as we ride the waves of our pleasure together until the roiling storm turns to tiny drips, and we’re both wrung out and spent.
His arms tighten around me, and his face stays in my neck, inhaling and murmuring to me, kissing and nuzzling my mark.
“You’re nervous about today,” I say, nudging him with my chin so I can see his eyes.
He lifts them to me, blue and unguarded and filled with tension and fear. “Terrified,” he says. “There are so many possibilities, so many unknowns, so much that could go wrong…” He sighs and presses his forehead to mine. “And I’m worried about what will happen after.”
“After?”
He nods. “With Dominic. If he’s been… controlled… this entire time, then that means he’s not as much of a dickhead as the picture of him I’ve been painting in my head. And…” He swallows, and a line of water forms on his lower lids. “And I may have claimed Sour Patch as mine, but I can’t keep her from him if he’s truly innocent and wants to be in her life, too. But what if he—“
“Hey,” I say, kissing him and cutting off his spiral of worry. “Let’s not fret about that right now. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, and we’ll do it together.”
He exhales and nods again. “You’re right. We need to focus on what’s going to happen today first. One step at a time. Figure out what’s going on, and then worry about the rest later.” He kisses me, his hand sliding to my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “I love you, Taryn. You and our Sour Patch. I’d be nothing without the two of you.”
“I’ll be safe,” I tell him, reassuring his unspoken fears. “You’ll be with me the entire time, and I know you’ll protect me with everything you have.”
We kiss one more time and then he pulls me against his chest, my ear right above his heart, his arms snaking around my upper body, and his chin resting on my head. “And I love you too,” I say, my fingers stroking his warm skin.
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