Keefe knew he couldn’t spent a whole six weeks away from her and, in his head, quickly shuffled his schedule, opening up at least two weekends for him to fly back here and spend time with his Mate. Even if all he did was sit and watch her study. It would be enough.
The scent of Meadow’s arousal was all around him now, sultry and warm, and he eased her onto her uninjured side, lifted her knee high and laid his head on her other thigh. He looked at her, just looked. The beautiful, dark blonde curls framing Meadow’s soft cunt, the delicate convolutions, pink and damp and fragrant and Keefe inhaled deliberately. He filled his lungs so full of her scent that his Mating wound pulled and throbbed but even the pain couldn’t stop him and he inhaled again, breathing in Meadow, her unique, sweet scent, spicy with arousal. The fresh air from the open window touched her, carrying scents of dormant lawns waking with the spring, trees spreading their newly opened flowers, cooling asphalt in the parking lot and somebody’s slider that needed a tune-up…okay, that smell he could have lived without.
But not his Meadow, never Meadow, and Keefe inhaled again, smelling himself on his Mate, his seed from earlier today. He’d come in her twice this afternoon—once out by the pool back home, once in the sky flyer. He grinned at the memory.
Keefe smelled more than his semen, the faint whiff of it between her legs, he smelled himself. His very essence was part of her now, him and her combined. Their bodies were joined irrevocably and permanently. Only death could separate them and he kissed Meadow’s pussy reverently, a soft pursing of his lips into the topmost V, then gently rubbed the tip of his nose against her.
“I love you, Keefe.” Meadow’s voice was as sweet and tender as the fingers that moved over his head. He smiled and kissed her again.
“I love you too, Meadow,” he breathed and smiled when she gasped softly. His words had stirred the soft curls between her legs. He blew on them deliberately and loved the way her loins moved in response. “I love you too.”
Meadow was trembling when Keefe finally slid his tongue into her pouting slit. He leaned his weight on his uninjured side, curled up contentedly between Meadow’s spread legs and began to lick at her languidly. He moved his tongue through her slit, lapping up her wetness, circling her tight, pink anus then wriggled his tongue back over her slick lips and nudged the hood of flesh guarding her clit. With the tips of his fingers, he spread Meadow’s pussy, revealing her fully, then slid his tongue into her sheath and sucked her rising juices into his mouth.
His Mate’s hips were pumping slowly now. Her soft gasps and the rising intensity of her groans made his balls ache. Her gasps turned to moans of pleasure which she muffled by yanking the pillow out from beneath her head and burying her face in it. He rasped the flat of his tongue over her fully exposed clit then moved the tip of his tongue against her deliberately.
Hmm, that’s one.
Keefe growled with satisfaction when Meadow’s slit pulsed against his chin and her body tensed up. Her thighs began to tremble and the hand on his head became a vise as she gripped him, anchoring him to her and shoving her pussy into his mouth about a second and a half before she groaned loud and long, the mouth of her sheath snapping at his chin in time with the fierce pulsing of her release.
One orgasm’s good, love. Two’s better.
He coached her mentally as he slid a finger into her wet channel. Meadow’s lean body arched and he felt an answering cramp in his balls. Her core squeezed him one last time and forced him to bend his hand back or have her crack his knuckle. Keefe flicked his tongue over Meadow’s swollen clit, slid a second finger into her and fucked her deliberately.
“Oh, sweet…” Meadow murmured hotly. Her teeth gnawed the corner of her pillow. She jammed it into her mouth to muffle her cries as Keefe slid a wet finger back and eased it into her ass. Her hips punched forward then arched, holding her open at the perfect angle for him to finger-fuck her in both places at the same time. Nobody but nobody had ever dared touch her ass before now and Meadow loved him for it, loved the sensation.
Her second orgasm steamrolled through her about three seconds later and she felt a sudden gush between her legs, as if her cunt were pouring out its need. Keefe jammed his fingers into her fast, almost brutally. Meadow just tipped her hips toward him and exploded in ecstasy as he used her.
“Come on, baby. Come for me again,” Keefe growled. He lifted his head from the warm cushion of her inner thigh and glared up at her intently, his eyes feral and demanding. He fastened his mouth to her clit and sucked hard, buzzing his tongue against her like he was possessed.
Meadow cried out, a sound so sharp and wailing even her pillow couldn’t muffle it. He didn’t let up. He wouldn’t let up and Meadow’s world narrowed to the feel of his mouth on her clit, his fingers in her pussy and in her ass, arousing her brutally. His free hand slipped between her legs and tugged on her furshoat. Renewed need fisted her belly and twisted until her nerve endings imploded and her whole sex was throbbing with the force of the release pounding through her. Her pussy grabbed his fingers and sucked them in deep, squeezing every last bit of the wicked, exquisite sensations Keefe give her.
At long last, the pulses faded and Meadow writhed. His touch was too intense, the pounding of his fingers too hard and she groaned and yanked her hips away. Keefe held her for a moment, growling fiercely, then let her go.
Shaking, his brow dripping with sweat, he levered himself up onto his knees and looked down at her. “You okay, baby?” he whispered, his voice little more than a deep rasp. He was breathing hard, making it even harder for him to speak. He laid his hand on her abdomen. “Did I hurt you?” But even as he asked, Keefe realized he hadn’t. The only pain he smelled on Meadow was the faint ache in her chest. He felt his own chest swell with satisfied male pride when Meadow dragged the pillow away from her face and lifted one corner of her mouth in a lopsided grin. She began to laugh, rolling lightly from side to side. Her eyes were shut so tight, tears squeezed from the corners of them.
“Oh sweet Maker,” she breathed and grinned some more. Meadow grabbed the top of her head. “Is it still attached?” she blurted out worriedly, then laughed again.
Keefe climbed off the bed and started removing his clothing. “Crazy woman,” he muttered and draped his suit jacket and shirt over the back of Meadow’s chair. He folded his pants and laid them on her desk, yanked off his socks and shorts, slapped her hip affectionately then bit it. “On your knees, baby,” he growled. “Your Alpha wants to fuck.”
Meadow looked up at him adoringly, threw the pillow aside and flipped over. She lifted her ass into the air and pointed it straight back at him. “Smell me, lover,” she murmured, letting her hips sway gently. “Smell how much this bitch wants you.”
With a deep, feral growl, Keefe grabbed Meadow’s hips and drove his nose into her cunt, sniffing and lapping at her, licking up her fresh juices, rubbing his cheeks in it. He bit the inside of her thigh then slid his hand forward to pinch her nipples. Straightening, Keefe took hold of his cock and slid the length of it against her slit. He slapped her lightly with it then grabbed her hips again and rocked his loins against hers. “Has anybody touched this sweet hole before me?” Keefe asked quietly then sank his thumb in her anus.
Meadow bucked and arched back into him. “No,” she breathed, shaking her head. She liked it when he touched her there. The stretching was foreign, hot, nasty-good.
“Hmm,” Keefe breathed with a pleasure that was palpable. “I didn’t think so. You’re tight here.” He eased his thumb back then pumped it into her lightly, just up to the first knuckle then back, slow and steady, over and over. “A woman as strong as you, I’m not surprised nobody’s had the balls to try taking you here.” He slid his thumb out of her then bent forward and kissed the small, puckered rosette of her anus. “Before me.” Keefe straightened and rubbed his hard cock over her slit again. “Later, beloved. I am going to take you there. Later.” He slid the head of his cock against the mouth of Meadow’s sheath, wetting i
t thoroughly. “But right now, baby, I’m going to fuck your pussy. Lift your tail to me, sweet little bitch.” Keefe kissed her spine, her shoulder blades. He anchored his fingers around her pelvis. “Offer me your sweet cunt so I can fuck it until we both come.”
Meadow positioned herself on all fours and flipped her hair back imperiously. “Take it, stud. It’s yours.” Darkened green eyes, slumberous, aroused yet challenging, peered up at him from over Meadow’s shoulder, and he snarled in response. His teeth snapped at the same time as Meadow’s did then Keefe slid his cock into her. Inch by inch he claimed Meadow’s snug sheath. Claimed her body. Claimed his Mate. Claimed his love.
He groaned when he was buried inside Meadow’s willing body. His balls rested intimately against her soft pussy. Home…being inside Meadow smelled like home. Keefe growled contentedly, then began to fuck her slowly.
Meadow sighed with pleasure. Since their Mating, Keefe had often taken her this way. It let them fuck without restraint and without the risk of damaging their fresh Mating wounds. But Meadow knew that, even if they hadn’t been wounded, they’d still like it. She sighed again. Keefe was so deep inside her this way, his cock buried fully in her that she felt there was no part of her he didn’t touch and she rolled her hips back at him gently. Biting down on her lower lip, she tossed her head as he slid in and out of her wetness, his movements renewing her hunger.
Keefe’s hand hovered over Meadow’s furshoat, then came down just enough that the very tips of her downy curls grazed his fingertips. She gasped and lifted her back but he was ready for her. He pulled back, wanting to tease her with the nearness of his touch. He ignored her growl of frustration, which would have made a lesser man cower. Only when she settled and flattened her back did he let his hand return. His fingers grazed her furshoat as they rocked together.
Meadow trembled and moaned. Fresh sweat broke out on her back and thighs and Keefe thrust harder. Her hunger rose sharply.
“Keefe,” she cried out desperately when he ran his fingertips through her furshoat, stimulating the skin beneath. She couldn’t help arching her back. Keefe stayed with her—petting her, rubbing her—seducing her flesh until she was squirming and slamming her pussy back into him. Again he stayed with her, matching his strength to hers. She bit down on the butt of her hand to keep from screaming her pleasure when he started pulling on the short, downy curls, plucking them gently, tugging then stroking. The sensations translated directly into Meadow’s overstimulated groin and she felt swollen, hot and wet where Keefe was driving into her. His other hand drifted down between her legs. He touched her clit and Meadow’s body exploded in a violent orgasm. Her head flailed, her hips punched toward him and her back arched deeply, demanding he sink into her even further. Her clit pulsed beneath his swirling fingers. Her sheath and her womb throbbed with the force of her release.
After what seemed like forever, Meadow’s body finally relaxed and the uninjured side of her chest drifted down onto the bed and she lay there, incapable of doing anything but inhaling, exhaling and grinning.
Keefe let go of his control, let his pleasure rise and roil in him. Anchoring his hands around Meadow’s soft hips, he plunged into her with deep, hard strokes, looking down and watching his cock sink into her hot, swollen pussy. Meadow’s beautiful hair, now an unruly, sweat-moistened mass, covered her back, her shoulder. He knew she’d be horrified, but he loved Meadow best when she looked like this—disheveled and replete from his lovemaking. She was so strong, his Meadow, and she gave that strength to him, let him take it and her, and he was humbled by her selflessness in bed.
His thoughts scattered when his orgasm slammed into him, hitting hard. His balls drew up tight and slapped her upturned pussy. Pleasure so great it hurt rocketed through his body and he drove his cock deep into Meadow and held it there. His eyes squeezed shut. Keefe threw his head back as he came inside her, filling her sweet pussy with jet after jet of his seed. He pulled back, just a little, then punched forward in time with the throbbing of his balls as they emptied. He collapsed over her, his outthrust arms barely supporting his weight. Dropping his head onto Meadow’s back, Keefe lay still, breathing her in.
Eventually, Keefe became aware that his Mating wound was hurting and he lifted his chest off Meadow’s back, rolled his left shoulder gingerly then eased his cock out of her. They both moaned, pleasure and sadness combined, then dropped onto their backs. In the narrow bed, there wasn’t enough room for the two of them and they both had a shoulder over the edge, but they were too satisfied to care.
When his Mate roused herself and got out of bed, Keefe watched her with deep-seated pleasure. He tipped his head a little so he could look at her twitching ass as she stepped into her small washroom. She turned on the water and, with a resigned sigh, Keefe followed her, took the washcloth from her hand, dipped it into the warm water in the sink and rinsed her breasts. The fluorescent light was obscenely bright but it let him see her reflection perfectly in the mirror over the sink. He saw every detail of Meadow’s incredible body, the trails of water on her belly, the way they caught in the curls on her mound and sparkled.
Keefe took his time. Kissing her shoulder, her arm, he rinsed the sweat and come from Meadow’s body. He smiled contentedly when she took the cloth from him, rinsed it then did the same for him.
Later, when they lay gingerly wrapped around each other in Meadow’s narrow bed, Keefe combed his fingertips through Meadow’s now neatly brushed hair. “What do you think of your brother’s proposal?”
“Manus?” she asked, lifting her head off Keefe’s broad shoulder and looking up at him. She ran her fingertips through the dark curls on his chest, teasing him and pleasuring herself.
“Hmm,” Keefe nodded, “yes. Does Manus have what it takes to run a project like this?”
Meadow’s fingers stilled. She knew what Keefe was asking. Was this a make-work project her father had created for an indulged, idle son? One that he wanted to use his new son-in-law’s money to help finance? Or was Manus the motivated visionary his proposal suggested?
She propped her head up in her hand and looked down at her Mate intently. “Manus is like me,” Meadow answered confidently. “He went to school here too. Then went to a Third-School for his Masters. He’s brilliant but don’t let him know I said that. He’d never let me forget it.” She grinned wryly and stroked the undulations in Keefe’s taut abdomen. “He has more self-control than I do though. A lot more. He’s unmated and lives at home with another Alpha male and the two of them haven’t killed each other. But that can’t last forever, and I’m glad he’s come up with a way to still work for Daddy and strike out on his own. Make his own reputation.” She ran her fingernails across Keefe’s abdomen lightly, baring her teeth in pleasure when he shivered. “And I’ll say this to you once, Keefe Rand, and once only, in case you ever question my bias. The second I decided to accept your Mating mark, I stopped being a Quinlan. I became your Mate. My loyalties aren’t divided, Keefe. I’ll always be my daddy’s little girl and I’ll always love him, just like he’ll always love me. But make no mistake, I’m your Mate. A member of your Pack. And I’ll stay that way until we die.”
Keefe wound his fingers into Meadow’s hair gently, looked up into her intent, green eyes and nodded. “Understood, Missus Quinlan-Rand.” His smile echoed hers.
She settled her head back down on him and continued to pet him lightly.
“So why do you say Manus has more self-control than you do?” Keefe asked.
Meadow made a quiet, disdainful sound. “Because I can’t be in the same room as another Alpha female and not get into a pissing match.”
Keefe’s head cocked to one side. “You’ve met other Alpha females? Hmm. I never really believed there were any. Before I met you, that is.”
“Oh they exist all right. One of them is in my year, although in a different program. Which is a good thing because we probably would have busted down the walls of the student union building if we had much more than passing cont
act.”
Keefe laughed obligingly but he was disturbed by the image of his Mate fighting another Alpha.
They lay quietly, feeling the cool, night air drifting across their bodies. Keefe shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, but the bed was too small. Still, it felt nice, having his Mate cuddled up to him, her hand on his body, her breath on his neck. He caressed the side of Meadow’s breast and made a mental note to book a big hotel suite nearby when he was here again. Something with a big work desk for Meadow to study at and a big bed for the two of them, after.
He was still grinning when Meadow lifted her head and kissed his chest, the line dissecting his body where the sharp rise of his pectorals gave way to the smooth skin on his abdomen. When Meadow drew her nails down the side of his body slowly and sensuously, scratching just enough to arouse the predator in him and make his cock stir against his thigh, Keefe murmured his pleasure. After petting him gently and thoroughly, Meadow swirled her tongue over his knees. She kissed his hip and bit it lightly. While her palms traced the hard caps of muscle above his knees, she tenderly licked his balls. He watched her raptly, his head propped up and comfortable on Meadow’s pillow. There was satisfaction and power in her eyes as she watched his cock thicken and lengthen. Her pink tongue darted out and swirled over his left ball then the right. With gentle pressure she sucked it into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it until he moaned. And when she finally slid the flat of her tongue up the thick vein on the bottom of his cock, Keefe moaned again and wove his fingers into her hair, holding it back so it wouldn’t obscure his view, holding her so she wouldn’t stop the utterly delightful, utterly maddening things her mouth was doing to him.
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