Mate of Mine

rgets herself— who they are, where they are, what they are

ps. She can still feel the indent of his teeth against her gland, and slick rushes between her legs, and she’s going to die if he stops, she just knows it.

o her clit, and she feels herself tense up, on some razor sharp edge. T

, deliberate, agonizingly

nd they’re stil

sh to let her down, even closer than before, pressing her legs open, m

st her gland, sending shockwaves pulsing down her body, between her legs, where

top of her. His hands slide up her body, bunching her shirt up so that he can kiss down her chest, over the soft lace cups of

t she can touch and taste. He wrenches himself away from her and

ever part of him she can reach— his pecs, his collarbone, the hollow of his throat, the

of his neck. She slides her hand down his torso, tracing the ridge of

es

e’s hard and leaking, even through his boxers. The shuddering breath he draws in melts through

ready he’s pushing her down, yanking at her jeans and throwing them so

,” she hears

t Alpha weight behind his words, and she stills instantly. Ready to

conds away from coming every time he calls her

ld her where he wants her. When he pulls back, his eyes flick up abo

kinky, or something.” She reaches down, still desperate to

eeth go back to her gland, and her train of thought leaks right out of her. She can’t help herself, archi

n’t matter what the reason is, though, because he presses into her, hard and leaking and oh so big. In, and in, until

o swell a little, and it’s perfect. There aren’t words to describe how perfect this is. Her fears melt right out of her brain.

t of being filled and see if he’s okay, but words are hard, through the thick fog of pleasure. “Sean, are you—oh!” The air rushes out of her

’s so deep, so very deep, moving in just the r

an groans. “Y

t. It’s not until she resurfaces, dazed and limp, t

t even use

uld go south very quickly.

Omega,” he purrs, and Beth shivers. She lays against his chest, and waits for her breathing to even out. The contentment soo

om the bed in the same movement. Beth feels like she’s watchi

” he says. It’

so get dressed. See him out. Etiquette, or something like that. She even sits

carded shirt and pulling it on. This is the worst part of hoo

his own shirt on, and she jus

the added benefit of him helping he

staring down at the floor— because really, looking at him makes her want to climb on top of him

oment, having him there is— too much. It

oses the door behind him, turns the lock— and then sinks down to the floor with her back aga