Chapter 51
Grant nuzzled Rafe’s neck and murmured, “Mmm. You smell wonderful—like sex and love and joy. It’s too intoxicating not to taste.” He bit just hard enough to send sparks flying straight to Rafe’s groin, then with his tongue soothed the sting. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
A warm sense of belonging enveloped Rafe. He snuggled against his alpha’s broad chest and angled enough for his butt to be flush against the delightful hard cock poking through the folds of Grant’s plush robe. No more scratchy clothes allowed. Rafe grinned as he rolled his hips, rubbing against the velvety fabric. Involuntary muscles contracted deep inside him, and a rush of warm slick slid down his legs.
Heartbeat rising, he reached over his head and ran his fingers through the pure dark silk of Grant’s hair. Teasing, he pointed out, “You know, I’m not entirely yours yet.” He wiggled his butt suggestively. “Plan to do something about that anytime soon?”
In response, Grant slid his hands lower and captured Rafe’s cock, pulling on it with swift, sure strokes. With a mock growl, the alpha answered, “This—,” he squeezed Rafe’s shaft, “and this—,” he pressed the head of his penis hard against Rafe’s entrance, “are mine. Don’t think I’ll ever let you forget it.”
Rafe grinned. “About time you proved it, isn’t it?”
“Past time, I believe.”
The arms disappeared, and Rafe shivered at the loss. A moment later, the robe went flying. He suppressed a snicker—progress! A week earlier, his responsible, neat-freak alpha would have taken the time to hang up the robe properly no matter what, or who, was waiting for him. Rafe took it as a compliment.
Grant renewed his embrace and pulled Rafe to him. “It will be more comfortable if I take you from behind. Being knotted with me lying on top of you could get tiresome. We’ll leave the more innovative acrobatics for the future.”
“Promises, promises,” Rafe taunted.
“I will always keep my promises to you. I swear it.” Grant’s deep voice vibrated with emotion.
After a lifetime of uncertainty and flux, having a dependable rule-follower for an alpha was a very good thing.
Grant maneuvered Rafe away from the window and toward the dresser and the huge mirror atop it. Seeing Grant’s grinning reflection, Rafe suspected what his alpha’s intention was.
“I need to see you when I take you—every tiny emotion, every physical sensation played out on your lovely open face.” He took Rafe’s hands, squeezing gently, and guided them to the edge of the dresser. “I know you deserve more foreplay, but the truth is, I can’t hold out any longer. Forgive me, but I need to claim you.”
Welcome words that made Rafe’s pulse jump. He’d waited way too long to ride his alpha’s thick cock. Quivering in anticipation, Rafe leaned forward, flattened his damp palms on the wood, and spread his legs. He closed his eyes, wanting to concentrate his senses on the feel of being breached.
The ring of muscle guarding his entrance had long since relaxed to where he needed no stretching. And the prodigious flood of natural lubrication he was gushing was embarrassing. Just as he was going to complain about the endless delay, his alpha’s cock pushed into him, hard and deep and fast. Rafe gasped as he was finally filled—over filled. God, his alpha was huge. Rafe shifted his hips, trying to adjust to the massive cock inside him, and squeezed his inner muscles hard, relishing Grant’s breathy moan in response. How many years had he wasted running from this perfect connection?
Grant pulled out of him, leaving Rafe mewling in protest. But a moment later the alpha slammed back in, grinding against his omega’s weeping hole. Rafe braced himself against the dresser and opened his eyes. His own reflected image was panting, wanton, helpless with desire. He met Grant’s hungry gaze in the mirror as the alpha pounded into him again and again.
Grant pulled his mate to him, lifting Rafe off his feet. The delicious cock drove deep until it met that ticklish, never satisfied opening to his womb. In an instant, the air in Rafe’s lungs disappeared as he exploded in a climax both from his cock and from deep inside him. The dual orgasm vibrated through him, drenching him in ecstasy.
He wanted to turn and caress his alpha, but couldn’t wriggle an inch in Grant’s powerful hold. No question who was in charge. Secure in his alpha’s arms and impaled on his alpha’s cock, Rafe rode out the waves of pleasure. A few moments later, a rush of searing hot semen filled him as Grant climaxed.
The alpha’s grip eased as he leaned forward enough so Rafe’s toes touched the floor again. Rubbing his hands across Rafe’s chest, he paused to tweak the nipples and roll the peaked buds in his fingers. Fire shot downward from them, and to Rafe’s surprise, his limp cock swelled again. Looking up, he could see Grant’s grinning face watching him in the mirror.