The Strength of the Pack [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

  His hands glided over her flesh, settling on her belly. He leaned in and kissed it. “My beautiful slave, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

  He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers, pointing at his feet.

  She immediately sank to her knees, waiting.

  His cock stood out stiff, rigid.

  Eager.

  “Someone confessed something to me this morning,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And?”

  “I still want to, Sir.”

  He stroked her head, his hand cupping her chin. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stared down into her eyes, gauging her mindset. “What if I take away your safeword for this?” he asked. “Can you still trust me?”

  She nervously licked her lips. She’d asked for this, too. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I want Sir to do this.”

  There wasn’t any fear in her energy now, and hadn’t been since the night of the confessions.

  He stroked her hair with both his hands, gently fisting it, slowly building this up for her. “You need to say it, and you need to ask for it, so I know that you really want it.”

  The pink tip of her tongue flicked out again, wetting her lips. “I want Sir to fuck my mouth tonight and use me, make me swallow a load of his cum, and take away my safeword for it. I want Sir to totally own every part of me.”

  Sure, she’d gone down on him countless times over a condom before, but never with him driving.

  And never swallowing a load.

  “You’re going to hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow,” he hoarsely said, his heart swelling at her willing trust. She wanted this last demon permanently banished from her soul and knew only this could chase it out for good, replacing bad memories with good.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He tightened his grip on her hair. “Then open your mouth like a good girl.”

  She did, her hands holding onto his legs, fingers curling around the backs of his thighs.

  “Look at me,” he whispered. “Keep your eyes open and look at me.” He wanted that as much for how fucking sexy she looked as he did so he could better gauge her responses. He wasn’t an idiot. He would stop if she fought or froze, but he wanted her to think otherwise, to help her through this.

  “Lick the tip, sweetheart.”

  She tentatively flicked her tongue out, swiping it over the slit and drawing a gasp from him. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Such a very good girl.” He watched her, letting her gain confidence, waiting until she was trying to lean in and do more before he slowly started easing his cock between her lips.

  “My good girl looks so beautiful,” he said, smiling down at her. He slowly started thrusting, enjoying how she swirled her tongue around the head and shaft, the delicious suction as her lips closed around it.

  It didn’t take long before he knew she was doing okay and he could really start making her wish come true. Being careful not to gag her, he started fucking her mouth, faster, deeper, feeling his release quickly climbing.

  “Remember,” he hoarsely said. “Hold it until I say so.” And that was all he could say before his balls drew up tight and he exploded with a satisfied moan into the sweet, wet heat of her mouth.

  She moaned, too. He recognized the glazed look of subspace in her eyes, grinning that now he had one more way to play with her and drop her into that delicious realm that she enjoyed so much.

  As he caught his breath he kept his softening cock in her mouth, waiting. When he finally eased it out, he said, “Open.”

  Sure enough, she held it there.

  “Good girl. Swallow.”

  She did.

  He immediately dropped to his knees and kissed her, one hand slipping between her legs and playing with her clit, making her moan and lean against him as he started finger-fucking her.

  “Good girls get rewards,” he whispered in her ear. “The next time you do that, I’m going to have the Hitachi pressed against your clit and not let you come until you make me come first.”

  She moaned even louder, her hands now holding onto his shoulders, her head pressed against his chest.

  “That’s right, sweetheart. Just like I trained you to love anal, I’m going to train you to love this. It won’t take long before you’re begging me to suck my cock because you want to taste me.”

  He felt her fingers tightening and knew she was close.

  He stopped, making her gasp. “Come on. On the bed.”

  Already, his cock was starting to grow hard again, which had been part of his plan. He knew it wouldn’t take him long to recover from that, especially with how he planned to reward her.

  Back on the bed, he grabbed the Hitachi and switched it on, teasing her with it and not quite getting her over. As his cock hardened, he eased it into her slick pussy, sitting up once he was fully buried inside her.

  With the vibrator on low, he edged her, making her squirm, now able to hold back his own release.

  Had he done this to her first, he would have blown immediately from the way her sexy form responded to him.

  He slowly fucked her, finally switching the vibrator to high and enjoying it as she writhed through orgasm after orgasm, her body squeezing his cock with each one.

  Reaching down with his other hand, he played with her nipples, back and forth. They were getting more sensitive now, and it only drove her harder over the edge yet again.

  “Such a good girl for me,” he said. “Did you enjoy sucking your Master’s cock?”

  “Yes…Sir!”

  Maybe now that she’d finally made herself do it she would quit obsessing and berating herself for not being able to do it.

  Or even if she never wanted to do it again, he’d be fine with that, too, as long as this had helped her make a breakthrough.

  “My sweet, brave slave. I’m so proud of you for being such a good girl for me.” He fucked her a little harder, a little faster, the pressure of his body pressing the vibrator against her clit and trigging another orgasm in her. “I’m going to make sure that I’ve gotten every last orgasm out of you that I can before I fill your pussy with another load.”

  Unless he couldn’t hold it back first. It felt sooo damn good fucking her like this.

  Admittedly, it was nice not worrying about birth control, even though in a few months their play would likely be curtailed as she became more uncomfortable.

  He’d make good use of their time meanwhile.

  Her necklace had twisted, the tag now lying against the side of her neck. He reached up and held onto it. “Give me one more, baby,” he said. “Show me who you belong to.”

  She let out a soft cry as her body responded. He finally switched off the vibrator and put it to the side, bracing himself with one arm as he held her tag with the other.

  “Good girl.” It only took a few more strokes before his climax hit and he fell still, leaning in to kiss her. With his cock still buried in her pussy, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him and holding her body tightly against his.

  “I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

  She kissed him. “Love you, too, Sir.” She wore a sated, sleepy smile.

  “Are you all right?”

  A happy sigh escaped her. “I’m…perfect.” She nibbled on his lower lip. Absolutely perfect.”

  * * * *

  When he awoke the next morning, there was a deliciously warm, soft pair of lips wrapped around his cock, a tongue licking his shaft.

  He stroked her shoulders as he rolled completely onto his back, giving her better access. “Good morning to you, too, baby.”

  She reached up, grabbed his left hand, and put it on her head.

  Then she did the same with his right.

  His cock hardened even more, as if electricity shot through him. She looked up his body, her gaze meeting his.

  He threaded his hands through her hair, fingers digging into her scalp. “Does
my sweet little slave want me to fuck her mouth?”

  The head bob and accompanying mumble definitely meant yes.

  He held on tight, taking control and now with his feet planted on the mattress, he fucked his cock into her mouth, making her moan and that rolling right through his balls and into his core.

  “Such a good, good girl,” he said. “Master likes being awakened like this, for the record.”

  She moaned again. A needy, horny moan. One that meant if he liked it, she wanted it.

  He didn’t bother holding back. This had been far more than he’d ever expected and he would enjoy it. “You can swallow when I come,” he said. “Swallow every drop, and then climb up here and let me eat that sweet pussy out.”

  She really moaned at that, and he blew his load, holding his cock deep in her mouth as she swallowed every drop his balls pumped out.

  He didn’t let go of her, though, keeping one hand in her hair and pulling her up and off his cock, making her sixty-nine on top of him and continue sucking him to get him hard again.

  Didn’t take long. Not when he dug his fingers into her thighs and forced her to stay in place as he made her come and then started building her up again.

  He blindly felt around for the Hitachi and located it, pulling it into his hand when he found the cord. He made her get up and change positions again, impaling herself on his cock as he held up the Hitachi.

  “Hands behind your back.”

  She complied as he switched the vibrator on high and pressed it to her clit.

  “Fuck my cock, baby.”

  She did, her eyelids drooping, lower lip caught under her teeth as she rocked back and forth on his cock.

  “You keep fucking me until I come,” he said, grinning. “Might take a while for the second load.”

  She whimpered, trying to move faster then pausing as an orgasm tore through her.

  “That’s okay, baby. You can sit there as long as you want.” He grinned. “I get a show and get to feel every time you come.”

  She started moving again, her shoulders back because of her hands behind her, her full breasts bouncing with each thrust.

  He reached up, teasing, tweaking her nipples and triggering another climax.

  “Oh, I am going to have sooo much fun with you over the next few months,” he said. “You are going to be one well-fucked little slave,” he said.

  It took her nearly ten minutes before he finally came. When he switched off the vibrator, she slumped over his chest, limp, sated.

  He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the top of her head. “Good morning to you, too, Mrs. Cooke-Crawford.”

  She giggled, lifting her head to stare into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir,” she said.

  “Um, I think I should be thanking you, but for what?”

  “For being so patient. And for not running away when I told you everything.”

  “Oh, sweetheart.” He kissed her. “I told you, I’ve already had the worst day of my life. Loving you is a pleasure, not a burden.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Eva slept late that Saturday morning, blissfully able to enjoy not having to get up to cook anyone breakfast or go to work.

  The fact that she now had to pee, and wasn’t sure how she’d get up out of bed by herself, was totally irrelevant.

  Yay waterproof mattress pad!

  Nate only had two clients that morning. Then he’d come home and they’d spend the afternoon together before going to the club that night.

  It wouldn’t be much longer before she wouldn’t be able to go to the club for a while, not with a newborn at home to take care of.

  She wanted to spend as much time with her friends as she could.

  Besides, Tilly was going to be there that night, and she definitely didn’t want to miss an opportunity to see her. Tilly was about to head over to England for three months with Lucas and Leigh, for a movie project their production company was filming.

  When she finally rolled herself onto her hands and knees, she felt a little bit of dizziness for a second before it passed. She made it to the bathroom before needing to change the sheets, or her panties.

  Yay, me! She had permission to wear panties again now that incidental accidents were extremely possible.

  Nate was a sadist, not an asshole.

  She got out to the kitchen, squinting a little at the kitchen clock. “Dammit, I probably need glasses now.”

  She had spent a lot of the last week on the computer finishing up things at work before she took her leave of absence. Yes, she easily could have worked another four to six weeks, but all three of the men had pretty much put their feet down.

  Okay, so Nate put his foot down and Leo and Jesse backed him up, flat-out telling her they wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense from her.

  If she couldn’t tell one damn Dom no, she darn sure couldn’t tell two of them—and a pushy Alpha slave—to shove it.

  They could afford it. Wade and Cherise had given up their apartment and moved into Nate’s house. It was half hers, anyway. They were taking over all the monthly expenses, as well as the insurance and taxes, which freed up some of Nate’s income.

  The legal settlement from Leo’s accident would pay off all of Leo’s outstanding medical bills that insurance didn’t cover, pay off the mortgage note held by Lucas and Leigh on this house, as well as pay for the property and over half the initial expense of the new house. They’d sell this house to finish paying off the rest of the new house’s mortgage, and it would allow them to bank a good bit in savings on top of that.

  So many changes, so soon. The baby would probably arrive before the new house was finished, but Leo and Jesse had already decided they would swap bedrooms with her and Nate, giving them the master bedroom so the baby could sleep in their room. That would be next weekend’s project, in fact. Plus they still needed to shop for a few things, like a car seat, crib, and other sundries.

  It would all work out. She’d rather conduct moving homes with a newborn than while fat and pregnant and totally unable to do anything except huff and puff, be ordered to sit down and stop doing stuff, and feel guilty at not being able to do anything.

  Which she was doing a lot of this morning anyway—nothing. As she took her bowl of cereal out to the TV, she found herself squinting at the screen as she scrolled through the program guide to find what she wanted to watch.

  Damn middle age.

  Well, sadly, she suspected this might effectively settle the question about whether or not she could be a surrogate for Jesse and Leo. Yes, she wanted to, but she would be over forty by the time she’d be in a position to have another baby, and that started jacking her risks—and risks to the baby—even higher.

  They could still use a third-party surrogate with her eggs and Jesse’s sperm, which was something Jesse had brought up. That she’d readily do. Raising a third child…she would happily do that. With all four of them to pitch in, it wouldn’t be a hardship. Actually giving birth to that third child might be problematic, though, and she felt guilty as hell about it.

  She stared down at her belly, barely hidden under one of Leo’s old shirts. “Let me tell you something, pumpkin,” she said. “You have no idea how much this pack loves you already, but you sure did throw a monkey wrench into more than a few plans. You little stinker.”

  She felt a faint kick and smiled, stroking her belly with her free hand. Usually the baby kicked a lot early in the morning and then settled down until she did in the afternoon.

  Then it was like a soccer match in her uterus.

  Sorry, football.

  Laurel had been the same way.

  This morning, though, the pumpkin wasn’t quite as active.

  It’s getting pretty big in there. Not much more room.

  She was also growing increasingly uncomfortable thinking of the baby as “it.” Rethinking her decision to be surprised might not be a bad idea. Her instincts told her it was a boy, just like her instincts had told her Laurel was a girl, but then again, a
sonogram and an amniocentesis had confirmed that.

  Not knowing meant not being able to buy a lot of baby stuff yet beyond some generic either/or onesies and blankets and stuff.

  Hell, she and Nate still hadn’t decided on names yet, and it was difficult for her to do that when she wasn’t even sure of her baby’s gender. She hadn’t been able to settle on Laurel’s name until she knew she was a girl.

  Her cell phone rang, getting her attention. It was lying on the coffee table. Rather than trying to lean forward and grab it, she hooked her toes under the coffee table’s edge and dragged it close enough she could reach her phone.

  Her mom.

  Ugh.

  She thumbed the accept button. “Hello?”

  “Hi, sweetie. It’s Mom.”

  She bit back the sarcasm she wanted to spit at the woman and decided to keep it civil. “What’s up?”

  “Well, Gayle and Ann asked about throwing you a baby shower.”

  Fuck.

  Tilly and the rest had already thrown her one…a kinky one. That had been three weeks ago, at Lucas and Leigh’s house. She’d accidentally let the baby news slip to Ann a few weeks ago during a phone conversation and knew swearing her to secrecy was pointless without a long, drawn-out conversation about why.

  “I’m not having one, Mom,” she lied without feeling the slightest bit guilty. “I don’t need anything, but tell them thanks.”

  “But…they really want to.”

  “If they want to come down here and the three of us can go to lunch or something, I’m okay with that. But seriously, no baby shower.”

  Her mom was quiet for a moment. “You know, your father would really like to see you and Laurel.”

  Oh, hell no.

  “That’s not going to happen.” Not over her dead body, or the dead bodies of her three men.

  “He feels really bad about…what happened.”

  Eve was unable to hold it back any longer. It felt like a dam crumbled inside her. “Feels really bad about which time, Mom? Him acting like an ass at the hospital and scaring the crap out of my daughter while Leo was lying in a coma in the ICU? Acting like a shit-head at Ann’s graduation party? When he—and you—treated me like shit while I was growing up and always threatened that I’d turn out to be a loser like my birth mother? Or when Dad fucking molested and raped me when I was a kid because I reminded him of Michelle, huh?”