Page 49 of Assisting the Alpha
I hesitate, needing to take a minute to think it through. I’ve felt like Ayo is mine for a while, and now that we’re making it official, I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want everyone to know he’s chosen me, that he’s off the market for anyone else.
But I have to respect that he doesn’t want to be cut off from his people. Even if I think they’re bigoted idiots who don’t value him like they should. They definitely don’t deserve him.
That said, I do trust that he’s loyal to me and to Soldati Security. He didn’t immediately run off to call the task force when he identified the species of the probable murderer. I think he still hasn’t told them.
Having lost my own pack, I won’t be the reason he loses his coven.
“I understand. I won’t lie if anyone asks if we’re together, and I’m still going to want you to smell like me, but we can avoid any PDA. Good enough?”
His smile is a little sad, but then he grinds his semi-hard cock against my abs. “Yeah. Now, kiss me like you mean it.”
I lunge at him so hard we topple onto the rug, which has him laughing. I try to keep my weight off him, but he tugs me down and soon I’m lost in kissing him again. I kiss him until he stops laughing and starts moaning. Until he’s grinding up on me and tugging me closer, his hands everywhere at once.
We peel each other out of the rest of our clothes, hands roaming, mouths hungrily devouring each other. I blindly reach for the lube I stashed behind a sofa cushion when we first started fooling around, grinning triumphantly when I locate it. I don’t use it immediately, just put it on the floor beside us.
I kiss my way down his throat, taking my time to suck a mark into the skin on the join between his neck and shoulder—the spot where a mating bite would go. I’ve been drawn to that spot since our first time together. My wolf rumbles happily whenever I suck on it, and I’m beginning to wonder if that means what I think it does.
Could Ayo be my fated mate?
I’m not ready to talk to him about it, barely ready to acknowledge the possibility, even to myself. He’s half my age. A magic-user. My employee.
None of those things seem to matter when he’s naked under me, though. Or when I’m holding him close in bed at night, even with no possibility of sex between us.
I move on from my favourite spot, satisfied I’ve marked it thoroughly for now. I work my way down his body, licking, nipping, and sucking until I’ve tasted every inch. I bypass his cock to work my way down one leg, then back up the other.
“Oh, come on,” he whines, wriggling under me, hands struggling to reach my shoulders. “You know, most people are nice to their boyfriends.”
I laugh into his thigh. “I want to worship you the way you deserve.”
When I look up at him, his eyes are full of affection. “You don’t play fair.”
I smother my grin because he’s right, I don’t. I reach for the lube and liberally coat the fingers of one hand while I distract him by licking a stripe up the length of his cock.
“Yes,” he hisses. “That’s more like it.”
I have to stifle another laugh. Damn, this man is fun.
I take my time licking all over his length, getting him nice and wet, while he goes from whimpering to begging to cursing me.
“You’re a fucking sadist, aren’t you? Jeez, Ethan, hurry up and get to the good stuff. At this rate I’ll die of old age before anything fun happens.”
I take my mouth off him and raise an eyebrow.
He winces. “Not that this isn’t fun. It is. Huge fun. All the fun. I’d just like a little more fun. Please?”
I hide my smile and circle his pucker with one of my lubed fingers. His scent intensifies, lust and need mixing on a desperate moan. “Yes, please. I need that. Please.”
I slowly push inside as I suck his cock down to the root. He yells my name, then chants it in between curses as I work him open. When he’s loosened enough, I add a second finger, sucking on his cock to keep him distracted from the inevitable burn. I scissor him open, loving the sounds he’s making and the way he digs his fingers into my hair. When I crook my fingers to stroke over his prostate, he goes wild.
“I’m ready. Please, I’m ready. Get in me. Get up here.”
I pull off him with a filthy pop and add a third finger. “Not yet, sweet thing. You’re deliciously tight back there. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He tugs at my head with desperate fingers. “A little pain is inevitable with that monster you’re packing. Please, Ethan. I need you.”
The way he’s looking at me, the need on his face and in his scent, the way he’s pushing back on my fingers and tugging at my head convince me he’s as ready as he needs to be.
I lick a stripe up his abdomen and chest, then take his mouth again in a dirty kiss. He still tastes faintly of the cup of tea he had earlier, as well as a unique flavour I’ve come to associate with him.
