The Strength of the Pack (Suncoast Society #30)(64)

Their last night “alone” for a while, not counting date nights.

And he was looking forward to every sweet minute he would get with their family.

She played with the tag on his necklace. “One of us,” she teased.

He felt the prickle of tears in his eyes again and quickly blinked them away. He’d never be able to tell the men how much he appreciated the gesture, what it meant to him.

And how much he would treasure the tag and what it represented.

“But you still belong to me, love,” he said, leaning in and kissing her.

She hadn’t been allowed to wear panties or a bra under her dress, so when he worked his way up from her knees, kissing inside her thighs, he had nothing to stop him as he pushed the hem of her dress up and settled in, his face buried in her *.

“Hands,” he sharply ordered when she tried to push him away after he brought her over the first time with his mouth.

Immediately, she raised her hands over her head and kept them there, the bracelet looking gorgeous around her wrist and Eva squealing and protesting as he slowly licked her sensitive clit and soon had her close to coming again.

He lifted his face from her *. “Remember, unless you’re safewording, you do not push me away when I’m making you come. If you want me to stop, you have to safeword.”

“Yes Sir,” she gasped.

“Are you safewording?”

“No…Sir…”

“Good.” He set to work again, f*cking her with his tongue before circling her swollen clit with it again. The doctor had assured him that, for now, it was safe for them to have sex and play as long as she was comfortable in the position. The pregnancy was progressing perfectly, without complications.

He had plans for her tonight.

Once he had her well into subspace from not letting her come again, he got out of bed and stripped. When he was naked except for his wedding band and his pack tag, he had her stand and he removed her dress.

His hands glided over her flesh, settling on her belly. He leaned in and kissed it. “My beautiful slave, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers, pointing at his feet.

She immediately sank to her knees, waiting.

His cock stood out stiff, rigid.

Eager.

“Someone confessed something to me this morning,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And?”

“I still want to, Sir.”

He stroked her head, his hand cupping her chin. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stared down into her eyes, gauging her mindset. “What if I take away your safeword for this?” he asked. “Can you still trust me?”

She nervously licked her lips. She’d asked for this, too. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I want Sir to do this.”

There wasn’t any fear in her energy now, and hadn’t been since the night of the confessions.

He stroked her hair with both his hands, gently fisting it, slowly building this up for her. “You need to say it, and you need to ask for it, so I know that you really want it.”

The pink tip of her tongue flicked out again, wetting her lips. “I want Sir to f*ck my mouth tonight and use me, make me swallow a load of his cum, and take away my safeword for it. I want Sir to totally own every part of me.”

Sure, she’d gone down on him countless times over a condom before, but never with him driving.

And never swallowing a load.

“You’re going to hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow,” he hoarsely said, his heart swelling at her willing trust. She wanted this last demon permanently banished from her soul and knew only this could chase it out for good, replacing bad memories with good.

“Yes, Sir.”

He tightened his grip on her hair. “Then open your mouth like a good girl.”

She did, her hands holding onto his legs, fingers curling around the backs of his thighs.

“Look at me,” he whispered. “Keep your eyes open and look at me.” He wanted that as much for how f*cking sexy she looked as he did so he could better gauge her responses. He wasn’t an idiot. He would stop if she fought or froze, but he wanted her to think otherwise, to help her through this.

“Lick the tip, sweetheart.”

She tentatively flicked her tongue out, swiping it over the slit and drawing a gasp from him. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Such a very good girl.” He watched her, letting her gain confidence, waiting until she was trying to lean in and do more before he slowly started easing his cock between her lips.

“My good girl looks so beautiful,” he said, smiling down at her. He slowly started thrusting, enjoying how she swirled her tongue around the head and shaft, the delicious suction as her lips closed around it.

It didn’t take long before he knew she was doing okay and he could really start making her wish come true. Being careful not to gag her, he started f*cking her mouth, faster, deeper, feeling his release quickly climbing.

“Remember,” he hoarsely said. “Hold it until I say so.” And that was all he could say before his balls drew up tight and he exploded with a satisfied moan into the sweet, wet heat of her mouth.

She moaned, too. He recognized the glazed look of subspace in her eyes, grinning that now he had one more way to play with her and drop her into that delicious realm that she enjoyed so much.