The Strength of the Pack (Suncoast Society #30)(54)

He tipped her chin up. “And my past partners didn’t have whopping big secrets they were terrified to admit that made me want to wait to make sure I didn’t do irreparable harm to our trust bond, either.”

She nodded.

“I’m not perfect but I’m doing the best I can. I’ve had girlfriends in the past who played with others but had a relationship with me. You’re the first person I’ve ever felt this strongly about, this deeply for, who I wanted to love and own for the rest of my life.”

He rolled her onto her back, kissing her, pushing her thighs apart with his knees as he sat up and held up the condom wrapper. “We need to go to the store tomorrow,” he said with a smile as he ripped it open and rolled it on.

He braced himself with one arm on the mattress by her head, his gaze holding hers as he stared down at her. With his other hand, he held his cock, teasing her by swiping it up and down her folds, brushing it over her clit.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he softly said.

“I want you to claim me, Sir,” she whispered.

She arched her back, angling her hips as he slowly pressed forward, savoring it, taking his time. Between the butt plug stuffing her and his cock deliciously stretching her, she was already close to coming from how great it felt. Only once his cock was completely sheathed in her * did he let out a soft breath.

“Hold still, baby,” he softly said. “Let me savor this.” He shifted position, pinning her hands over her head before he slowly started thrusting.

It was…heaven. That was the best description. All the toys in the world could never compare to the real thing. He was skilled with his tongue and his hands and the Hitachi, but the emotional connection of having his cock finally embedded inside her completed her in a way she hadn’t expected.

She stared up into his eyes, his hair a curtain on either side of his face, enveloping them in a cocoon as he slowly moved. He seemed to be studying her face, waiting on…something. She didn’t even care if she didn’t come this way. A lot of times—well, in the past—she didn’t and needed help getting over.

Then his body and his cock hit her clit and something inside her perfectly, making her gasp.

He smiled. “Right…there.” He did it again…and again.

She didn’t know if it was the addition of the butt plug, or he was just that good, but he watched her, building her up, driving her closer to the edge. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me just like this. Be my good girl.”

She was so…f*cking…close. Rocking her hips in time with him helped add friction, and before she realized it she was climbing, tipping, falling, crying out as her body squeezed his cock and the butt plug and her orgasm carried her away with it.

“Good…girl,” he said through gritted teeth, not changing his pattern until he was sure she’d finished. Then he started f*cking her, really f*cking her, hard, driving her up the bed with the force of his strokes until he buried his cock deep within her with a groan. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, eyes closed.

After a moment he finally opened his eyes again and kissed her, hard. Reaching down, he held the condom in place before pulling out, barely fumbling before he got it out.

“Love you, baby,” he whispered.

She smiled. “Love you, too, Sir.”





But if she thought he was done with her, she was in for a surprise. When Nate returned to bed, he made her spread her legs. He held up the Hitachi. “Oh, you don’t get to go to sleep until I’m sure you’re satisfied.”

“But we don’t have any more condoms.”

“I know. As late as it is, I’m good until morning. You, however…” He grinned. “I want to hear some begging to stop coming before we go to sleep.”

And beg she did as he used the Hitachi on her and made her come for the better part of twenty minutes before she finally called yellow.

He shut off the Hitachi and kissed her. “Much better,” he said. “Now go take that out, clean up, and let’s get to sleep.”

“Yes, Sir.” He smiled as he watched her gorgeous ass all the way into his bathroom.

Yes, he’d had girlfriends and relationships before. But nothing like this. The others, he knew they had expiration dates. Either they’d want more and he didn’t, or they would simply move on when they realized he wasn’t the heavy sadist or strict protocol-driven partner they needed.

Eva, however, he saw himself spending the rest of his life with her, the men…

Their children.

And that was all he wanted.

As she snuggled in his arms, he felt her energy revived, restored, and at peace in a way it hadn’t ever felt before.

They would be okay. He knew it. His dreams even spoke of it, his mind conjuring up a wedding and collaring, happy domestic scenes from the future.

Until he woke up, that was, squinting with one eye shut and the morning light piercing through his skull.

“Ugh,” he muttered, easing his head back onto his pillow.

Dammit. Figured he’d end up with a headache after the events of the day before. The negative energy had to snap back and rebound on him somehow.

“Are you okay, Sir?” she asked.

“Headache,” he muttered. He’d had a couple of these in their time together, but this was winding up to be a doozy. “I don’t think I’m going to be up for playing this morning. I’m sorry.”