The Strength of the Pack (Suncoast Society #30)(37)

Then her hand started moving again, stroking him, harder, faster, and he gave in to the sensations with her lips pursed just around the tip of his cock.

His back arched as his balls tightened, pumping, his orgasm exploding and pulling a satisfied moan from him, her hand finally falling still as he gasped and caught his breath.

He reached down and curled his fingers around her wrist, the one cupping his balls, and gently tugged. Rolling onto his side, he nestled her against him, one leg draped over hers.

“Good girl,” he whispered, nuzzling her nose with his. “My very, very good girl.”

She broke down crying in his arms.

He removed the blindfold and held her, rocking her as she reached an arm around him and held on to him as if she were drowning. These weren’t bad tears. He knew that for certain.

These were tears of relief, catharsis.

He buried his face in her hair, whispering to her, pouring energy into her, until she finally settled, sniffling.

He pressed his lips against her forehead. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too, Sir.”

“I’m very proud of you.”

She nodded.

“I know how scared you were.”

She nodded.

He struggled not to feel disappointed about bumping up against that resistance. He wouldn’t ask her.

Would.

Not.

But they were one step closer. She’d trusted him, hadn’t freaked out.

Most important—she’d pushed herself. She’d willingly tried to stretch her own hard limit.

Was she “cured”? Of course not. There was no such thing, for starters. And he didn’t magically think that her touching his cock with her lips through a condom had healed all her old traumas, either.

But it meant she trusted him. Really, deeply trusted him. At least that much.

And it was a start.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

She tipped her head up, looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t—”

He silenced her with a kiss before touching his forehead to hers. “New rule,” he said. “You never apologize for anything relating to sex,” he said. “Well, I mean, if you accidentally whack me in the balls or something, yeah, a ‘sorry’ would be appropriate.”

She let out a cute little snort, and he continued. “But never apologize to me for giving yourself to me like this. Ever. It is what it is, and I’m grateful for everything that you do give me. It doesn’t have to be perfect, and it won’t always be perfect. I don’t expect it to be. All I care about is making you feel as safe and as good as I can without violating your trust. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He waited a moment to ask this. “You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to. I gave you permission to do whatever you wanted to, and I’m very proud of you. But why did you do that when you said you didn’t like to?”

She seemed to be thinking about it, so he didn’t rush her. Maybe she didn’t even know why she had. She still sounded a little subspacey, it might have been she was so caught up in the moment she couldn’t tell him why. Another reason he hadn’t wanted to guide her.

Maybe one day she’d reach a point where he could fist her hair and f*ck her mouth the way he’d love to, but if not, that was okay, too.

Her answer was prefaced by a deep breath. “I knew it was safe,” she simply said. Then she nodded. “I knew if I couldn’t, that it was okay. And he never used a condom.”

He kissed her forehead again, unsure if she even realized what she’d said at the end. Instinctively, he knew the “he” she referred to in the last part of her comment didn’t mean Leo.

But it also threw him back into “do not ask” territory.

It was almost midnight now. He kissed her before getting out of bed to take care of the condom and clean up. When he returned, he grabbed the TV remote before snuggling with her. “Let’s watch the ball drop.”

“And then what?”

He smiled down at her. “And then whatever you want to do.”

She chewed on her lower lip. “Can we bring the Hitachi in here, Sir?”

He grinned. “I have an extension cord that will work perfectly.”





Chapter Fourteen


Eva awoke the next morning tightly snuggled against Nate’s side, his body wrapped around hers.

After the ball had dropped, he’d spent another hour building her up and edging her with the Hitachi before finally letting her orgasm.

And then he’d kept her coming for another twenty minutes, until she finally safeworded, worn out from it.

He had more of the flavored condoms. When he once again offered her, her choice, of how to make him come, she took one of them and rolled it down his shaft, making eye contact with him as she stroked him with her hand and licked and sucked his cock through the chocolate-flavored latex.

None of the bad memories came back to trouble her then. It was so different—Nate was so different—it didn’t trigger the nasty, dark panic that would threaten to gag her like it had with Leo.

I need to stop thinking about Leo.

But she couldn’t help it. Not that she wanted to be with him, but comparing herself now to herself with Leo carried thoughts of him by default.