Page 92 of Mask and the Magnolia

I start thrusting into his mouth, moaning as the underside of my cock slides against his tongue, panting as he sucks harder and moves with me.

“Oh my god,” I groan as he starts massaging my balls, working them in the same rhythm while his other hand slides up my body until he’s twisting my nipple between his fingers. “Korvin, oh god.”

All the sensations, each part of my body he’s touching, noworshiping. That’s how it feels, like my alpha is worshiping me. Loving me. Korvin is truly showing me what it’s like to be with someone who loves you, and that’s what sends me over the edge.

My head thumps against the door as my hips thrust a few more times, the movements jerky and uneven before I’m digging both hands into Korvin’s hair, sliding him all the way onto my cock and holding him there as I fire rope after rope of cum down his throat.

After what feels like an eternity, my climax subsides, twitching the last few drops onto his tongue as I pull out and loosen my grip.

”Sorry,” I pant as I look down at him. “I didn’t know what to do, I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to do but it felt so good that I couldn’t stop myself.”

Korvin grins the best he can before he sits back on his feet, motioning down to his crotch where his own erection is straining against the orange fabric then nods so I look at his face. He opens his mouth and shows me the embarrassing amount of cum on his tongue and just when I’m ready to start apologizing, his jaw snaps shut and he swallows.

”I love you, sweetheart, and I want you to do whatever you want to do to me, however you want to do it because of that.”

He gets to his feet and cups my cheeks, looking deep into my eyes as if he’s trying to read what he thinks I won't say.

But I say it because I mean it, because I want him to hear it, and I need to see what happens when I do. This still doesn’t feel real.

“I…” My voice shakes a little and I take a slow breath. “I love you, too, Korvin, and I’m really glad fate bonded us together.”

”Just wait until everything is set in stone.” He dips his chin and kisses me softly. “When I complete that bond, when I claim you as mine, you are never going to feel unloved or unworthy again.”

I smile as Korvin pulls me to him and holds me, wrapping my arms around his waist as I press my face against his chest.

I don’t have to be smart to know what he says is true. Korvin has been different from the start, and I know that’s how it’s always going to be.

FIFTEEN

CATASTROPHIC CATASTROPHE

MAGNOLIA

With a sigh, I use my straw to draw figure eights in my glass, dragging it through the caramel colored drink slowly, watching the ice swirl through the little bubbles with a stupid grin on my face.

I probably look like an idiot. Or like I finally cracked. But I don’t care what anyone thinks, not really. As long as they don’t ask a lot of questions, they can go on thinking I’ve lost my mind or whatever the hell else they figure is wrong with me, and I’ll keep daydreaming about a life I probably won’t ever have.

There’s not one thing wrong with me, though. I’m doing just fine. I’m great. Damn near perfect but it’s hard as fuck hiding it all the time. Well, most of the time. Especially since there are some very obvious things that have happened that I can’t cover up much longer.

I have a funny feeling tonight is going to change that.

Specifically my ability to avoid questions and continue with my terrible attempts to cover up some really big shit.

It’s only a matter of time. Minutes, probably.

This is my second Jack and Coke and with how determined Evie is for us to catch up tonight, I better nurse it or else I’ll be hammered before eight o’clock.

Which is exactly what Eve is hoping for because it means I’ll give her the Magdalena she gets a kick out of because she’s a little more loose lipped than I usually am. Again, what Evie is hoping for. Drunk, chatty, less doomsday-like Magnolia.

I hate hiding things from my best friend. I’ve been doing it for too long, and I’m getting severe anxiety about it.

Three weeks is too long for me to keep anything from her, and that’s how long it’s been since I solidified things with my pack.

I’m going to blow from the need to tell her.

That’s why I don’t make a habit of it. Plus, she knows me well enough to know when I’m lying. Eve can see right through my bullshit but she’s been nice enough not to call me on it yet because I think she’s waiting for me to come to her on my own.

Unfortunately, this is a situation I’m not really sure how to present to Evie. It’s not like I can mention it in passing on my way to the bathroom.