Page 76 of Laced With Secrets
I couldn’t form words anymore, could only arch into his touch as he worked me open, his fingers finding that spot inside that sent me into overstimulated bliss. Slick coated his fingers, making the slide easier, and his nostrils flared as he breathed in my scent.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice gone rough with his own arousal. “Get nice and wet for me, baby. Gonna fill you up so good. Gonna make you feel every inch of my cock.”
“Need you inside me,” I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets. “Please, alpha, I need?—”
He pulled his fingers out, and I whined at the loss.
I didn’t have to wait long. His cock nudged against my entrance, warm and insistent. Then he thrust in with one slow, smooth motion, filling me completely. The stretch was perfect, exactly what my body craved. I cried out, back arching off the bed.
“Fuck,” Dominic groaned, his hips pressed flush against mine, buried as deep as he could go. “So tight. Made for me, weren’t you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, couldn’t, just started moving with long, deep strokes that hit every nerve ending I had. His mouth found my neck, teeth scraping over the bonding mark, and I keened at the sensation.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growled in my ear, his pace increasing. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum. You want that, baby?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, too far gone to care how desperate I sounded. “Yes, please, please?—”
“Already carrying my baby,” he continued, his voice possessive, one hand moving to cover my belly where our child grew. “Already so fucking perfect with my child growing inside you. Gonna give you everything. Gonna make you feel so good.”
My phone rang.
“Ignore it,” Dominic growled, not breaking rhythm, his hips driving into me relentlessly.
God, I can’t think straight when he’s like this. Who the hell is calling now of all times?
The phone kept ringing.
“Dominic—” I gasped, torn between the pleasure building in my spine and the persistent buzzing from the nightstand.
“Ignore. It.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me.
The ringing stopped.
I relaxed back into the sensation, letting my alpha’s movements carry me higher, his thickness stretching me so perfectly, the drag of his cock against my inner walls pulling a ragged moan from my throat?—
It started ringing again.
“Fuck,” Dominic snarled, finally stilling inside me, though I could feel his cock pulsing with the effort of holding still, still buried deep. Through the bond, I felt his frustration warring with concern. Someone calling back immediately meant it was important.
I reached for the phone with a shaking hand.
“Hello?” My voice came out breathless, wrecked.
“Leo, can you come to the Fairfax estate?” Penny’s voice sounded strained, caught somewhere barely contained excitement and existential dread. “I’m helping with the final styling for the exhibition—the whole place is absolute chaos. But also…” His voice dropped. “They have guests.”
“Oh. Um.” I tried to collect my thoughts, which was nearly impossible with Dominic still inside me, his hands gripping my hips, his thickness filling me so completely. “When?”
“N—Now? Well, not RIGHT now, but soon? The place is crawling with Fairfaxes and fancy French fashion people, and I’m freaking out a little. I’m supposed to be modeling, Leo. MODELING. For people who’ve dressed royalty. Philippe Beaumont is here and he’s terrifying.”
“Sebastian’s super busy,” he continued breathlessly, “Victor’s being a tyrant… and I really need moral support before I have a complete breakdown.”
Dominic’s eyes met mine, and despite the obvious frustration in them—his cock was still hard inside me, his body clearly wanting to finish what we’d started—his expression had shifted to something more focused. Concerned.
His enhanced alpha hearing meant he’d caught every word.
“Please?” Penny’s voice took on a desperate edge. “I know it’s early, but I’m kind of panicking here.”
“Okay,” I managed, trying to sound normal and not like I was currently impaled on my alpha’s cock. “We’ll be there. Give us an hour to get ready.”