Entrapped

by Tl Reeve

  Royce held the door open for her to exit the building. In the amount of time they’d been inside, the crowd had doubled. Not her problem though. She wouldn’t let a bunch of self-serving, self-righteous people rain on her good fortune.

  The same two protestors who were mean to her when she walked in stepped forward. Royce pushed her behind him and squared off with the man. He held up the photo of the twins in one shot. “Back the fuck off, asshole. Maybe if you opened your damn eyes, you’d see she is pregnant with our children.”

  “Saddling yourself with children won’t save your soul. Babies born out of wedlock are still an abomination.” The man spat at Royce’s feet.

  Her mate growled. “Apologize to my mate, right now, you insufferable pig, before I gut you in front of all your friends.”

  The man reached into his coat, and Royce tensed. When he brought out a Bible and started preaching about hellfire and brimstone, Royce turned from the man. “Women lying with beast is a sin against God and creation. Leviticus tells us...”

  “Leviticus also says not to mix fabric, asshole!” Charisma shouted. “Hypocritical asinine bullshit.” She tugged Royce. “Come on. We should celebrate. We’re having twins.”

  Okay, so she said the last part a little louder than she meant, but she couldn’t allow her mate to blow his cover either. She yanked Royce along while he glanced over his shoulder every few seconds. By the time they got to the van, she could breathe again. Her mate was on her the minute she sat down. He crowded her into her seat then covered her mouth with his.

  The hunger in the kiss rivaled that of the one in the exam room. He rubbed the inside of her thighs with his thumbs, coaxing a sob of passion from her lips. She trembled from head to toe, this time not in fear, but in anticipation. She palmed his groin, uncaring who saw them, and squeezed. The snarl he let loose with made her body tingle and her clit ache. She clenched her thighs together to gain some relief. However, she found none.

  “Take me home, Royce. I need you.”

  “Whatever you desire, my Oasis.”

  Chapter Eight

  Charisma couldn’t recall the drive home or the walk up the drive. She didn’t remember coming into the house, thanks to the roar of arousal humming through her veins. Royce kept his hand on her in some aspect, building and driving her need higher and higher until she was little more than a lust-filled zombie.

  She didn’t come out of her passion-filled daze until the cool bedroom air washed over her shoulders when Royce pulled her bulky sweater from her body. He stood behind her, his large hands cupping her aching breasts. She was so lost to the sensation of having his hands on her she realized he’d already removed her bra without her noticing.

  “Jesus, Oasis. I always thought your tits were beautiful, now they’re fucking specular.” He groaned. The warmth of his breath brushed over the shell of her ear. He fingered her nipples, coaxing them into hard beads before pinching and tugging on them. His fascination with them always had a sent a thread of embarrassment through her.

  “Too big.” She let out a shuddered breath. Pleasure zinged through her body, and her clit ached.

  “No, not even close. For a tit man, like myself, they’re definitely not too big.” He nuzzled her shoulder, placing seductive kisses along the sensitive skin of her neck. Goose bumps formed along her arms and chest. Her toes curled into the plush insoles of her fuzzy boots. “I’m going to be jealous having to share these succulent morsels with our pups.”

  “Why would you be jealous? It’s not about sharing, it’s about your babies.” Her breath came in pants, and her voice took on a reedy quality.

  He didn’t answer her. Instead, he continued to massage and play with the firm mounds. He used his thumb and forefinger to pinch and tweak at the hard peaks, making her delirious with pleasure. Lust pounded through her veins, and all he’d done was stimulate her breasts.

  “I can’t wait to taste your milk,” he said, pulling her body tight to his. His erection pressed deep into her back.

  Charisma jerked her head up and glared at him. Her cheeks flushed. The burn of embarrassment intensified. “Royce…that’s so dirty.”

  Amusement twinkled in his blue eyes. She thought for a second maybe he was just jerking her chain and hoping for a reaction, until he licked at his lips and gave her breast a hearty squeeze.

  “No, it’s not. It’s fucking hot. I’ve heard breast milk tastes sweet.”

  “What? Where would you hear that? Or better yet, who would tell you this?” This subject matter, as far as she knew, was completely taboo. Men didn’t drink from their significant other’s breasts. Or did they? Now, she was slightly curious. “How do you know how breast milk taste? Have you ever had it before?”

  He smirked. Desire swirled in his ice-blue gaze. “Overheard Kalkin and Caden discussing it once in our breakroom at the Sheriff’s department.”

  “Seriously?” She wondered if their mates were aware of this. She also wondered if Keeley or Danielle cared. It also shouldn’t surprise her that the Alpha and Beta of the pack talked about their sexual proclivities. Kalkin and Caden Raferty were twins, and by definition in her book, they radiated sex. Hell, who was she kidding, all the Raferty men did. But Kalkin Raferty oozed it. Kalkin never missed an opportunity to have sex with his mate, Keeley. Charisma had seen the big man, on more than one occasion, throw his tiny, fae-like wife over his shoulder and disappear with her.

  When Keeley would return, her lips would often times be swollen, and she always had the freshly fucked hair-thing going on. Kalkin would return, an arm draped lazily over his mate’s dainty shoulders with a contented look in his eerie blue eyes and his chest puffed out. Only in those moments did his demeanor soften. Caden, the younger twin, was less dramatic. However, he too would disappear with his mate, Danielle, who often returned in the same shape as her younger sister, Keeley.

  He nodded. “Yeah. Why are you so surprised?” Royce turned her, walking her backward to their bed. The back of her knees hit the bottom of the mattress, and Royce gently pushed her into a seated position. “It’s Kalkin and Caden. Nothing with them is ever off limits.”

  “Your family is…” Charisma didn’t even know how to finish her sentence. They were what: crazy, loving, fiercely protective of those they cared about and, in some circles, over-sexed teenagers. Especially the males.

  Royce simply shrugged his shoulders, telling her without words he got it. Of course he did; he’d been in the crazy-assed family way longer than she had. It didn’t, of course, make their conversation any easier. She was convinced even if they were together a hundred years, she’d never be used to it. Some things were meant to be taboo. Some things were meant to be kept secret. Maybe, like Kalkin said all those years ago, she was too innocent for them.

  “Eyes on me, Oasis,” Royce said, taking a step back.

  She watched with bated breath as he reached behind him and pulled off the t-shirt and sweatshirt he had thrown on earlier that morning. His big body… It was a work of art. Tall like his uncles and father, Royce wasn’t as thickly bulked or wide with muscle in his chest. He was more compact. Charisma wondered, not for the first time, if perhaps his form would change as he got older. His chest was completely devoid of hair, other than a slim trail of dark swirls around his navel and down to his beautiful cock, which was currently hidden from view thanks to the dark jeans he wore.

  Her breath got caught in her chest when he flicked open the first button. His cockhead played peek-a-boo with her as it hid behind the fly of his jeans. When he cleared the final button, his dick bounced free.

  Her mouth watered.

  Long and thick, his shaft had a slight curve to it, and it rubbed her sweet spot just right. Royce was meticulous about keeping his groin well groomed. With his pubic hair trimmed, his dick looked even bigger. She ran her palm along rough skin of his sac, then gave him a good squeeze. They were firm, heavy. Royce groaned, flexing his hips. She licked his lips, desperate for a taste of him. She wanted him in her
mouth. Wanted to drink him down as he came. She swayed forward, inches from his tip. The clear liquid beading at the crest of his erection tempted her beyond reason.

  “Like what you see, Oasis?” He palmed his dick and gave it a few firm strokes. Pearly fluid dripped down from the large tip. Royce gathered it with his fingers when he reached the tip, using it to aid in his fluid movements.

  “Uh huh.” She groaned. She’d never seen him fondle himself. It was sexy as hell, and it made her wet and achy. Her heart pounded. Her body vibrated with lust. Her body flushed with such a deep arousal she could barely stand the thought of not touching him and vice versa.

  “Tell me what you want, baby,” he encouraged, still fisting his length.

  “I want to taste, you...again.” She reached for him, pushing his hand away.

  “As you wish, mate.” He closed the distance between them then threaded his fingers through her hair.

  Charisma lapped up the white fluid he left behind, moaning in pleasure when his taste hit her tongue. Salty, slightly sweet and all Royce. “Just like that. Fuck, yes, Oasis.” His hand tightened, and pinpricks of pleasure spread through her scalp.

  Charisma opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. The spicy blast of his pre-cum spread along her taste buds, and she wanted more. She gave a hardy suck of his length then began to bob her head. The sounds Royce made were intoxicating. They left her light-headed and dizzy with lust.

  He met her stroke for stroke, keeping her right where he wanted her. Charisma looked up at him, as she pushed past her limits and swallowed around him. She swore he thickened even more. “Easy, Oasis. Nice and easy while I fuck your face. Your mouth is like heaven, Oasis.”

  Her clit throbbed, and Royce groaned. She didn’t want slow and easy. She wanted hard and fast, but she didn’t know how to communicate her needs to her mate. She whimpered, taking him as far as she could go once more. The tip of his dick touched the back of her throat, and he grunted. She wanted to see him lose control. Wanted him to give her everything.

  “Fuck, baby, I can smell your need. Smell your wet little pussy.” He made a noise she’d never heard before. It was a cross between pleasure and pain. “Do you ache for me? Are you empty without me?”

  Yes. All of it. His words excited her as she continued to explore his body. She caressed and squeezed his sac, enchanted by how they tightened exponentially while her hands roamed the area. She teased Royce with her fingernails, scoring them along his taint. Charisma had been rewarded for her efforts as more of that sticky goodness escaped his tip.

  “Careful,” he whispered. “You’ve got me on edge.”

  A thrill shot through her, and she did it again, trailing her nails along the sensitive flesh. Royce hissed, pushing more of his length into her mouth. She struggled to keep up with him, but relaxed when he skimmed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. He grunted, pulling back then filling her mouth once more.

  She grabbed his ass and kept at him, licking and sucking on his length while kneading the globes of his butt. She moaned around him, soaking up the way his body responded to her and then some. She tingled from head to toe. The heady way she could control his body gave her a burst of confidence she didn’t realize she needed until then.

  “I’m afraid, my Oasis, I don’t have the control I require for you to continue.” He pulled back with a groan then fisted himself.

  She licked her lips, trying to gather up as much of his essence as she could. “I wanted to give you pleasure as you’ve given me.”

  He chuckled, dark and deep, and oh so sexy. “Ah, baby, you wanted to taste my cum?”

  She’d been brave only moments ago, but his blunt question had her doubts and old fears rearing their ugly head. No longer able to meet his gaze, her eyes flickered to his rapidly expanding chest.

  “Eyes on me, Oasis.” Desire, lust, and love swirled in the depths of his blue eyes.

  She shivered in anticipation, knowing it was finally all for her. “Yes.”

  “Damn, that’s so pretty. Seeing you all flushed and ready. Seeing your greedy little mouth open, waiting for me. You leave me weak, Charisma. You make it so easy to give you everything you want.”

  “You hold back, though,” she accused.

  “I do,” he admitted. “I’m asking you to leave me some control, mate. I don’t want to hurt you or our pups.”

  Charisma leaned forward, capturing the slick tip of his large cockhead between her lips, sucking him. Once more his pre-cum coated her taste buds, and she groaned in pleasure. She craved his touch, his taste as much as he craved hers, and she would willingly allow him mastership over her body anytime he demanded it.

  “Damn, baby.” He growled as he jerked his hips forward, sinking his cock deeper between her lips. Charisma took each inch of him, lapping and sucking at him while he filled her mouth.

  She hummed. The pure bliss coursing through her veins had her flying high. His grunt of pleasure had her gaze traveling up his long body, stopping only when their eyes met. She swore she could see the dark desires he spoke about reflected in those icy blue orbs.

  His thrusts were slow, measured at first, then his pace increased. Charisma dug her nails into his thighs for purchase. He used her mouth like he used her pussy. Hard and demanding. She struggled to keep up with him, but she wouldn’t back down. Not yet. Not until she got what she wanted.

  “Slow and easy breaths through your nose, baby.” He wrapped his hand around her long hair, using it as an anchor, while his other hand caressed her cheek. “I’d never hurt you. When I’m about to come, I’ll tell you. You can decide if you want to swallow my cum or not.”

  Her eyes widened. Desire zinged through her body. Her poor clit throbbed incessantly, and the juices from her sex covered the upper part of her thighs. No doubt about it, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She’d swallow him down like he did to her when he feasted between her thighs.

  His long length shuttled in and out of her mouth, shiny with a mix of her saliva and his pre-cum. With each pass, Royce increased his tempo, pushing her limits until she again felt the large head of his cock caress the back of her throat. This time she didn’t gag.

  “Next time you feel me there, swallow,” he growled.

  The hand he wrapped in her hair pulled her head back slightly, angling her head more. Everything happened at once. He caressed her neck at the same time she felt him at the back of her throat. She moaned then swallowed around him. She cupped the hard knots below his cock and rolled them against her palm.

  “Fuck.”

  Spurt after spurt of his hot cum coated the back her throat. She struggled to continue as her lungs screamed for a breath and tears rolled down her cheeks. Just when she thought she was going to pass out, Royce pulled back, smearing her tongue with the last bit of his cum. She savored it as she continued to lick his still hard dick. His eyes were ablaze with some emotion she couldn’t decipher with him—not yet anyway.

  Royce pulled out and dropped to his knees before he slammed his lips onto hers. They felt overly sensitive and slightly swollen, making his kiss a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her nipples tightened further, wishing he’d lavish attention on the swollen buds instead of demanding entrance to her mouth. He was aggressive with his tongue, sweeping it across hers and making her shiver in need. She moaned when he suckled her tongue like she had just sucked his cock.

  Royce broke the kiss before gently pushing her to a prone position on the bed. The skin over his cheeks looked flushed and tight.

  “Fuck, Oasis, your body is a work of art,” he cooed before leaning down to capture the tight little nubbin on the top of her breast.

  “Royce,” she cried, capturing his head between her hands, her fingers digging into his scalp.

  “Shhh, baby, focus on what I’m doing.”

  He let go of the one nipple with a loud pop before kissing his way down and over to the other. He was rougher, scoring the aching flesh with the tip of his canine, and she
cried out, her hips jerking as her pussy clenched around air. She needed him now. Inside of her, fucking her, making her his.

  “Tell me if this position gets uncomfortable for you.” He kissed a path down her body before settling between her legs.

  She wouldn’t tell him shit, not when he was kneeling between her thighs, worshiping her pussy. Royce acted like a starved man as he dove between her legs, feasting on her pussy. At this rate, she’d come in a matter of seconds. He captured her clit between his lips, teasing it with his tongue before he sank a finger into her pussy. She bucked her hips, clenching around the invading digit.

  “Come for me, Charisma. Let me taste you as you tasted me,” he muttered around her clit.

  The vibrations of his voice pushed her closer to her bliss. His finger, deep inside of her, found her sweet spot. Royce tapped at it, sending pleasure through her entire body as he lashed her clit with his tongue. She could feel the pressure of her impending orgasm building low and deep in her womb. Her pussy quivered, her legs trembled. The tension in her body increased until she fought for breath.

  Rolling her hips did nothing to ease the pressure; it only increased. She wanted to find her release around his cock, not his finger. “Please, Royce. I need you…inside of me.” She gasped, holding his face to her sex as he added a second finger. “Oh...”

  “Fuck me, Oasis, I can never deny you shit.”

  He gave her one long last lick before climbing back up her body. Royce opened her up, fitting his hips between her thighs. He balanced his weight on his arms, so not to hurt her. The thick head of his erection brushed through the folds of her sex and eased into her. Charisma arched her back. The intensity of him sliding inside of her had her ready to explode. He teased her then, only giving her the tip. He stroked himself at her entrance while butting the head of his cock up against her clit.