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“You do know you’re not just some kind of consolation prize, right?” He sounded unsure. “Even ifIam.”
I gasped, playing up my outrage to cover the soft center hidden beneath. “You areno such thing, Emiel Hamilton! You shut that lying mouth right now, or Iwillget out the gag!”
His broad features continued to slide between different emotions before unexpectedly falling into stifled, choking laughter. Taken by surprise, I followed suit, until we were bothlaughing like idiots, bending over and bracing our hands on our legs to catch our breath.
“Oh, my god,” I managed after a minute or two. “I amso hornyafter watching Byron and Mia destroy Nat’s ass. That’s it, I’m cuffing you to the bed and having my wicked way with you.”
“Okay, yes, let’s do that,” Emiel said. He gestured vaguely at his crotch, where a monster cock was still distorting the thin fabric of his pants. “I was maybe gonna try out that sleeve thing, after reading the scene with the forked tongue and listening to you guys going at it downstairs. But this sounds much better.”
“A-fucking-men,” I agreed, and pounced on his bedside table, rummaging around for the handcuffs and key.
Mia had definitely been onto something, here. For possibly the first time in my life, I eased into the feeling of a thick alpha cock filling me up while my body stayed relaxed. Slow waves of pleasure rolled through me, without a hint of fear lurking beneath the surface.
I was in control, and it was a complete game-changer.
Emiel, who threw other alphas around a chain-link cage for fun, writhed sinuously beneath me, his head thrown back in apparent enjoyment. God, this waswild. I was wound up beyond belief after fucking Nat and not coming. My dick was still oversensitive from Nat clenching around me the first time he came, but I stroked myself anyway... just to feel the way the sensation ricocheted up and down my spine, twining together with the deeper pleasure as Emiel’s cock split me in half with every slow thrust.
“You could suck this for me some time,” I said breathlessly. “Would you like that?”
“Yeah,” Emiel said, his length twitching hard inside me. “Yeah, I want that, Luca.”
My orgasm threatened, teetering for a moment before subsiding. I stilled above him, wanting to draw things out as long as I could.
“Mia and I could tie you down and take turns riding your mouth,” I told him, the scene playing out in my mind like a porno film. “She’d half-drown you with slick, and then we’d switch and I’d shove my cock down your throat before you even had a chance to get your breath back. We’d both come all over your face, again and again—”
Emiel made a strangled noise and climaxed hard, jerking into me so violently that it lifted both of us off the bed. His knot began to swell inside me, but instead of the panic I usually felt, the sensation of being stretched and filled to bursting tipped me over the edge with him. My orgasm felt like a deluge washing away the dust and grime of a years-long drought.
“Oh,god,” I moaned, falling forward in a limp mess to lie draped across Emiel’s shuddering chest. “Oh,fuck.”
Emiel, too, had been reduced to a puddle of jelly beneath me. Gradually, his full-body shaking subsided, and he took a deep, cleansing breath. “Luca... can you... would you undo my arms?”
A tiny jolt of adrenaline fluttered through my veins, but it was immediately swamped by my flood of post-orgasmic hormones. We were already tied together, Emiel’s knot lodged in my clutching passage for the duration. Ifthatdidn’t make me feel trapped, then having his arms free wouldn’t either.
“Mm-huh,” I slurred, rousing myself enough to retrieve the key from under the pillow where I’d stashed it. A few moments later, the cuffs clicked open. I tossed them aside and returned to my impression of a beached jellyfish.
Big arms came around me...careful, careful, like they were holding glass. An uneven purr vibrated to life beneath my ear, sounding like the rumble of an out-of-tune engine.
Things inside my head were becoming pleasantly soft-edged and swimmy. I felt a moment of aching sadness at the realization that I could have had this pretty much any time I wanted for several years now. Instead, I’d shunned it. But that wasn’t completely true. I’d needed to go through those times first, before I could get here.
“You should bite me now,” I said absently, rubbing my cheek over Emiel’s throat and collarbone. “Right now, while we’re like this.”
The rumbling purr beneath me intensified, and the fat knot inside me gave a single, jarring pulse. But then, the arms holding me tightened.
“Not tonight,” Emiel said. “Soon, though.”
“Why not?” I asked, hearing the petulant whine in my voice, but unable to stop it.
“You drank last night.” Emiel’s voice was low and serious. “I didn’t see how much. So... not tonight, but soon.”
I smiled against the sweaty skin of Emiel’s neck. “Says the man who thinks he needs a gag to stop himself biting people.”
Emiel went still for the space of two heartbeats, then he let out a little huff of laughter. “Yeah, okay. But... I do actually kind of like the gag. The way it feels, I mean.”
Maybe it was just the hormones, but fresh fondness bloomed in my chest like flowers in the sun.
“Then we’ll use the gag sometimes,” I promised him. “But only because you want it. Not because youneedit.”
“Guess that’d be all right,” Emiel allowed, and went back to purring me to sleep.