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SKYE

Crux wasn’t gone as long as any of us expected.

Sometimes he could disappear for hours, bordering on days.

But it had only been two or three hours by the time he came home.

By then, Rowan had left and gone back to his apartment.

None of us were comfortable with him staying longer than necessary, and the sole reason he had come over at all was for us to drop the bomb, which we did.

Thoroughly.

I was curled up in the porch’s hanging egg chair, trying and failing to read a novel when Crux pulled in. I closed my book and watched him get out of the Jeep. He was shirtless, his upper arm wrapped in plastic.

“Where did you go?” I asked, unfurling from the chair and standing to meet him. Under the clingy plastic wrap I saw the artwork. Two birds, one black, one blue.

I couldn’t help but grin a little as I flit my gaze up at him. “Impulsive. But not your worst coping mechanism.”

“For you,” Crux said. He cupped my neck, his hand fitting right into the space between my jaw and shoulder. His fingertips grazed my bite marks. “For us.”

I nodded and got on my toes as he came down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and locked my thighs around his hips. He grasped my butt and pressed himself against me as he was already navigating his way to his bedroom.

He lay me down on his bed and started to lift my shirt up. Moving quickly, I turned, and popped my denim-covered ass at him.

“Like this,” I breathed. “Please.”

Crux might have put up more of a fuss if not for the fact my slick was already darkening the crotch of my denim shorts. I gave my ass a little wiggle and pulled off my crewneck t-shirt before tossing it on his floor, soon followed by my bra.

Meanwhile, Crux worked on my jeans, which were just tight enough that we had to struggle slightly to get them down my thighs.

He was rewarded with the dewy sight of my slick-soaked pussy that was eagerly awaiting his attention.

I didn’t have to wait long as my mate went for me, tongue first. I moaned at the sumptuous feeling of being licked from clit to cheeks and barely managed to keep enough sense to reach for one of his pillows and stuff it under my hips for support.

“Crux.” His name came out like a breathless squeak. “Please… more.”

All I wanted was to be licked and sucked by my alpha. I didn’t even care if he couldn’t hold back or control himself. If he destroyed me, so be it.

My alpha paused his attention just long enough to say, “I’ll give you anything you want, little one.” He plunged his tongue back into me, against me, and I popped up on my knees to make it easier for him.

I clenched his blue sheets in my fists and pressed my face into the pillows that smelled of him, of whisky and the dirt freshly settled on a grave.

It all made my mouth water. My nipples grazed his bedding, and it wasn’t as soft as my nest, so it was a little overstimulating, but deliciously so.

My slick seeped into the pillow underneath me, tainting it with my scent.

“Crux,” I managed to pant out. “Fuck me.”

His face withdrew from my pussy and the bed shifted all around me as he climbed over me, his chest against my back. He could crush me if he wanted to. “Are you sure that’s what you want, bluebird?” He said into my ear.

I managed to nod, the movement of it making me light-headed. “Like you did that night. The first time.”

The first time, Crux sank his teeth into the back of my neck and he didn’t let go as he rutted into me from behind like a dog. It was the first time I had taken a knot, or been with a guy. Now, his tongue ran along the three distinct bites that ran from nape to base of my neck.

“Are you sure you’re strong enough for that?” he asked.

Truthfully, I didn’t know, but I was so turned on that I thought I was. “I need your knot,” I said. “Please.”

“I love it when you ask.” He kissed me between the shoulderblades and adjusted his position. I was so needy that slick continued to seep from my quivering sex, luring him with my perfume.

His cock touched the trembling petals between my legs, hot and hard already. He ran the length of himself against me, unfolding me, opening me, my body instinctively kissing his organ with want.

“But I’m not sure you’re ready,” he said.

His hands went to my thighs and he clamped them shut around his cock.

He thrust. Hard. Fucking my slick-soaked thighs and running against my clit and belly.

New instincts took over and I began to move my hips, grinding against him, aching for pleasure while he slid against me, my legs and pussy caressing all sides of Crux with heat and slippery softness.

I gasped, clawing at the sheets and wondering why this felt as good as it did. I wanted him inside me, deep, his knot stretching me, but for some reason this was almost as satisfying. It wouldn’t keep me all night, but for now it tamed me. I purred his name.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and swiped his palm against my pussy peeking between my thighs. “When was the last time you were so fucking wet?”

“I told you I needed you.”

He brought his hand forward and slid his dripping fingers into my mouth. I tasted my own bouquet of bluebells and berries on my tongue. A full body shudder racked right through me as a torrent of pre-orgasmic slick showered onto Crux and the bed.

“Please-” I managed to moan around his fingers. I thrust my ass toward his hips and reached one hand behind to grab my ass and tug, exposing either opening for him to choose from. “Fuck me!” I didn’t care which one, I just wanted to be full of my alpha.

“So demanding,” he teased, nipping at my earlobe. He drew back and out from between my thighs. Even that absence left a strange ache. His hand left my mouth and found mine. We laced our fingers together.

My back arched as Crux pushed into me, the feeling so familiar and right.

He nuzzled me, his hand clasped mine tight, and I nuzzled him in return as he bucked his hips.

My dear, precious, fragile Crux moved over me, his larger body looming over mine, pressed to every inch of my back, his heart pounding with so much power I could feel it against my ribs.

He burrowed his face into my hair, getting lost in the soft, silky waves of my mane.

Minutes dropped away with each thrust, it could have been seconds, it could have been hours.

Time had melted and evaporated into nothing as my pleasure climbed and saturated every nerve of my body.

Then, it was too much to contain, and all that built up tension exploded out of me just as Crux drove his bulging knot past my pussy and locked himself inside of me.

As enraptured as I was, I could feel his hot, thick release fill me up, take up all the empty space inside my body and claim it with his essence as my blueberry bushes blossomed on his graves.