Page 33 of Mated By the Alphas
“I… I want to be,” I whimper, still breathing hard from the kiss and the nervous anticipation.
“My kind has a special way of getting our mates ready for us,” he moves closer, his hands gripping my ankles to spread my legs wider. “Just relax. You’re safe with me.”
I don’t know what the special way is at first, but then I see a different kind of hunger in Hayden’s amber eyes. His hands slowly move up my legs until he grips my inner thighs, then he lowers himself, inch by inch, until I realize he’s going to claim me with his mouth before I take his cock.
“Oh…” I gasp, my heart beating harder.
Then I feel his hot breath between my legs. I try to say something, but the words dissolve into a moan as his tongue drags through my folds in one long, slow lick. My hand tangles in his long, black hair, a clump of charcoal grey wrapped aroundmy fist as it tightens when the strokes of his tongue continue to tease me.
“Oh god,” I whimper.
“Not a god,” he rumbles against my sensitive flesh, the vibration making me shudder. “I’m your mate. Your Alpha. You don’t worship anyone. I worship you.”
His tongue is relentless, licking and exploring every inch of my untouched sex. When he reaches my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue, my hips jerk off the bed.
“Stay still,” he commands, his massive hands pressing on my thighs, holding me open and pinned. “Let me taste my mate.”
I try to obey, but it’s impossible. Every stroke of his tongue sends electricity through my body. My pussy clenches and unclenches, like I’m already on the edge of an orgasm. My grip tightens on his hair, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. If anything, it just makes his tongue move faster, making the pleasure so intense I struggle to breathe.
Then he nibbles and sucks on my clit, making it impossible for me to stay still. “Hayden, I can’t… It’s too much… I’ve never…”
“It’s not nearly enough. A lifetime of tasting you wouldn’t be enough,” his voice a sensual purr that makes me shiver. “You’re going to come on my tongue. Multiple times. You and I will both know when you’re ready for my cock. You’ll be begging for it.”
I relax and one of his thick fingers circles my entrance, gathering the nectar gathered there. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his beard glistening with my arousal.
“Look how wet you are already, hmm? Your body knows what it needs, and so do I.” He pushes his finger inside, just to the firstknuckle, and I gasp at the intrusion. “You’re so fucking tight, Ansley.” He pumps his finger a few times, gently, but enough to make my hips squirm. “But I’ve waited so long… I won’t rush.”
He works the finger slowly, carefully, while his mouth returns to my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming. I’ve touched myself before, but this is different. This is unbelievable. I give into the sensations, the pleasure, answering each rotation of his tongue and pump of his finger with needy sounds.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his rumbling voice vibrating through me again. I feel a second finger probing my entrance and it makes me tense up, but a few quick rotations of his tongue make me quiver until the finger pushes in. “Your body is responding. It recognizes that I’m your mate. Doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I admit, moaning as the second finger sinks deeper.
The stretch burns, but his tongue makes the burn feel good. He focuses on my clit for a while, fingers moving slowly. I get used to the way it feels. The overwhelming pleasure. The maddening need that builds into a pressure in my core.
“I’m gonna…” I whisper, unable to finish my sentence.
“Come for me, mate. Come for your Alpha,” he commands, and I feel the vibration of his deep voice in the tips of his fingers.
I don’t just come. I come harder than I ever believed was possible. The pressure releases. The orgasm rips through me like a bolt of lightning. My tight inner walls clamp down on his fingers, my entire body going rigid as the pleasure crashes over me in waves. His tongue never slows down, his fingers never stop pumping, and my walls flutter on them as the euphoria consumes me.
I’m vaguely aware I’m crying out, but I can’t control it. Hayden still doesn’t stop. His tongue and fingers make the peak of the orgasm last longer than any of the ones I’ve given myself. Those were teases. This is the real thing. This is the kind of pleasure my body has always craved. I just never knew it.
When I finally come down, gasping for every breath, I think I’ll get a moment to recover.
“A good start,” he rumbles, his voice almost like gravel. “But I’m far from done with you.”
His fingers sink deeper. I’m so wet there is absolutely no resistance. His middle finger curls upward, finding a spot that makes me see white, but it is not vision, hallucination or premonition. It’s just pure, incredible bliss.
“Let’s see if I can make you scream my name the next time you come on my tongue,” he chuckles, rubbing the sensitive spot deep inside me before his tongue resumes lashing at my clit.
He’s merciless this time. His fingers work the sensitive spot while his tongue moves in quick rotations around the tight bud at the apex of my thighs. The pressure begins to build again. It builds and builds until I’m trembling, my thighs trying to close around his head, the fist tangled around his hair trying ineffectively to control him.
“You’re going to scream for me, aren’t you,” he mumbles into my folds, his fingers pumping faster, that spot inside me sending sparks through my entire body.
My eyelids flutter. The sparks turn into fire. His name tears from my throat as the second orgasm crashes over me, even more intense than the first.
“Yes, Hayden! Yes!” My back arches off the bed, my walls fluttering in a rhythm around his thick fingers.
