by Delta James
“I’m not sure how much of a discussion there was. You told me you wanted me to rest and I ignored you. But before you go all alpha on me, how about a counter proposal?”
“Since many of your counter proposals include my getting between your legs in one way or another, I’m open to listening.”
She giggled. “How about you coming over here and having your way with me. We set the alarm for say two hours before the party. Then when it goes off, we get showered and dressed and go downstairs to welcome our guests and have one hell of a good time?”
“Don’t you think I ought to grab a quick shower first, sweetheart? I’ve been out working cattle all day.”
“You don’t honestly believe that I don’t (a) like you all hot and sweaty and (b) plan for you to get all hot and sweaty laboring to ensure I’m feeling absolutely besotted with you before we go downstairs.”
Cameron chuckled. “You know, Irish, our pack thinks you have a raging libido, but they haven’t a clue.”
“You complaining, cowboy?”
“Me? Hell, no. Half the time I start getting a hard-on as I’m headed back to the barn. Damned uncomfortable to ride with one. As for having to work to pleasure you... that’s the easiest thing in the world. You are the most wildly responsive, sensual, and tactile female the world has ever known. And if I want you absolutely besotted with me, I’d have to knot you and that, my beloved mate, we don’t have time for.”
“But you’ll fuck me, right?”
“Get your ass in bed, Irish. I hope you’re not looking for a lot of preliminaries and foreplay.”
She grinned as she let the shirt drop. “How about I just get on my knees with my upper body on the mattress and you take what you want?”
Cameron wasn’t far behind her as she made the bed. She could hear him shucking his clothes.
“Damn boots and spurs,” he growled as he sat on the bed next to her.
He reached under her and pinched her nipples before running one hand down her flank, pausing briefly to finger her bottom hole before playing with her clit and fingering her soaked pussy.
Boots, spurs, and jeans hit the floor and Cameron was naked. She looked back and saw his cock was completely engorged and could tell he was suppressing the knot that wanted to form. He knelt on the bed behind her, took hold of her hips, and drove forward.
“Yes,” she cried.
“Hell, yes,” he answered as he started thrusting in and out of her.
He rode her hard and didn’t let up. Riley knew he’d stroke her through several orgasms before he thought to take his own release. She felt the front of his hard thighs connecting with the backs of her legs and the place where they met her ass. But more than that she felt his hard cock hammering her pussy. He filled her up in the most exquisite way. She was fairly sure that by tomorrow morning she’d be sore from his lovemaking, but looked forward to it as she knew it would be a while before it happened again.
His cock scraped over the walls, the ceiling and floor of her cunt as he jackhammered in and out. As usual, he had a death grip on her hips and held her close as he drove into her repeatedly. He paused as she rode the high of her latest orgasm. He let her enjoy the sensation as she peaked and then started to drift back down. Cameron leaned forward, nipping the nape of her neck.
“You’re mine, Riley Nichols. You belong to me. All of you.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Cam?”
His only answer was to nuzzle her as he stretched back up and prepared to go back to stroking her again. He fingered her back entrance. She knew it pleased him that she no longer felt the need or desire to offer him any resistance. It was still tight and the initial stretch of his inserting something in it had some sting, but no real pain. She had come to enjoy the combined sensation of fullness with humility. There was something about Cameron claiming her darkest hole that made her feel submissive to him in a way that she no longer objected to. It felt right and often triggered an even deeper arousal.
“Cameron?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“I love you.”
“I know, Irish. I love you too.”
“I want to give you something.”
“You gave me everything I ever wanted or needed the night you took your vows and surrendered yourself to me.”
“Not all of me...”
“No, but you gave that to me in time. I felt the night you finally let that last residual piece of yourself come to me.”
“Cam? I want you to mount and claim my ass. I want to go downstairs knowing that I have withheld nothing from you and that you have possessed and claimed everything I am and have.”
He started to move slowly in and out of her pussy. He said nothing. He just languidly fucked her, letting her arousal start to build slowly.
“Are you sure, Riley?”
She nodded. “Please?”
He picked up the pace of his stroking and ran one hand around the front of her to play with her swollen clit. She stretched out before him, resting her cheek on the mattress and exulting in the way he made her feel—sexy, powerful, and ultimately his and his alone. She felt her body begin to climb to that pinnacle of pleasure that it knew so well with him. He began to thrust harder to push her over the abyss.
Like the car on the roller coaster as it reaches the top of the highest summit, Riley felt as if she were about to tip over to rush down on a wild ride. Just as she felt she could see over the edge, he withdrew, causing her to cry out only briefly before she felt him scoop up the cum she had been producing as he fucked her and slather her asshole with it. Even in his lust to finally claim that last entrance to her body, he would make her ready for him to breach her for the first time and ensure that she gloried in what he was about to take.
She felt the head of his strong, hard cock probe her ass for only a moment before he pushed into her. It wasn’t as though he was trying to take her, but rather bring her to him as he slowly sank his cock all the way to its hilt. The sting was far more rapturous than she had dared to hope it would be. She climaxed for him as he pressed against her. He didn’t use his cock to stroke her but did take the fingers of one hand to stroke the floor of her pussy the way his knot did when it would swell within her.
Riley was basking in his carnal play as he began to slowly thrust in and out.
“Oh, God, Cameron,” she rejoiced.
“My sweet mate, how you please me with your gifts. No man ever has or ever will love his mate as I love you. Jesus, you feel amazing.”
She climaxed again as he continued his slow, dreamy use of her bottom hole and he rode her through the second orgasm. He began to slowly pick up the pace and she could feel his balls as they slapped against her, tightening as they did before he too would come. Just as she peaked a third time, she could feel his cum gushing into a space far too small to contain it all. Cameron grunted from the effort to fill her completely as she collapsed into his hands, far too spent to do anything else.
Slowly he withdrew from her. He picked her up from their bed and took her into the bath where he adjusted their shower before stepping in with her. He let the powerful streams of water from the multiple showerheads wash both of them clean. He refused to let her bathe him, but leisurely bathed her with the shower gel he knew she liked best.
He got her out of the shower and dried her with one of the soft, fluffy towels she had put in their room. He had teased her about the cost, but once he tried one, he had insisted all of the old towels within the pack be tossed and the new ones brought in. There had been no complaints about the change.
He leaned down and kissed her.
“You’re all right?”
She smiled up at him. “I’m a lot better than all right, cowboy. That was amazing on several different levels.”
“As tough as you are, Irish, I think you rather enjoy having a mate who is tougher.”
“Only kind to have,” she said, reaching up and bringing his mouth down to hers. “Now if you’d only let me be on top more o
ften.”
“And have to deal with you deciding that if you’re on top during sex so that I can watch your tits bounce and play with your nipples while you ride my cock that you’re in charge elsewhere? No, I’ll pass. Declan and I were talking the other day about being mated to an alpha and that he’s found as many different ways as he enjoys his Ava, that the price he pays for her being on top just isn’t worth it.”
She swatted at his chest. “Geesh, Cameron, you talked about which positions you like to fuck me in with some guy?”
“Oh, and like you girls don’t do the same? Sauce for the goose, Irish, sauce for the goose.”
She grinned up at him. He lifted her into his arms and headed back for the bed, depositing her on her usual side before setting the alarm on his phone and then sliding between the sheets to spoon with her, holding her close.
Riley was asleep within moments. Her dreams were filled with images from past rescues. Cameron automatically growled low in her ear and pulled her closer, offering her the comfort and security of his body and his love.
She vaguely heard the alarm go off before feeling him nuzzling her and nipping along her neck.
“Time to get up, sweetheart.”
She rolled over in his arms and tossed her leg over his before scooting her pelvis closer to his erect cock. “I need you to fuck me.”
Cameron laughed out loud. “Riley, we don’t have time and no, I will not be late for our own guests. I already take all kinds of shit from our men because no one ever sees me anymore until after ten in the morning.”
“Complaining, are you?”
“Oh, hell, no. I just tell them I know they’re jealous because their alpha has a mate who welcomes his touch with whatever part of his body she can put her hands, mouth, or cunt on.”
“God, you’re awful!”
“I’m a guy. We’re like that. Unhand me, woman. We don’t have time for that. But you be a good girl and when we get back up to our room tonight regardless of the time, I’ll knot your sweet pussy from behind and rock you hard before we fall asleep tied together.”
“You do know how to tempt me, cowboy. I’m going to hold you to that. The next time we’re intimate I get knotted and tied from behind.”
“I hope you always make me promise things I want anyway.”
He threw the covers back on his side of the bed and got out. Walking around to the side of the bed, he peeled the sheets back, gave both of her nipples a brief suck before scooping her up and taking her back into the shower.
Once they were out, each began to get dressed.
“Riley?”
“Yes, my beloved alpha and mate?’ she answered from their walk-in closet.
“Thanks for making this a casual kind of thing. I don’t mind dressing up for you, but so much prefer to be in jeans and a crisp shirt.”
He looked up and saw that she had put on the poet’s blouse she’d worn after he had claimed her. The mark, although healed, still showed vividly as it always would. Instead of black breeches and boots, she had put on a simple black peasant skirt that fell to just below mid-calf. Once again, she had pulled only the front part of her silky red mane back off her face and had used the diamond and pearl hair clasp from her mother. Instead of any of the myriad jewels in the Nichols family collection, she had chosen a simple sterling silver squash blossom necklace that had belonged to his mother and a pair of her earrings that went well with it. She didn’t tuck the shirt in and cinched her waist with the same leather belt she had worn to celebrate their bonding in Ireland.
“It’s a damn good thing that I marked you as well as I did, mate. Else I’d be fighting off every male wolf from all over the world.”
“You don’t mind that I’m wearing your mother’s necklace and earrings? Amy said they were her favorites.”
He nodded. “My father’s too. It pleases me more than it probably should that you wanted to wear them tonight. Sandals?” he said, looking at her bare feet.
“Nope, barefoot. You know how I detest any kind of shoes but boots. Besides it’s our house and I can go barefoot if I want to!”
He reached across and hauled her into his arms. “Yes, you can, my sassy Irish lass. By the way, everyone is expecting you to play tonight. Why is it some of your friends had no clue that you were a master fiddler?”
She got very quiet. “I quit playing once I found out what was happening to our women. I couldn’t find the joy in it I always had. I figured if I stopped playing, maybe at least some of you could hear their screams. But when we came together, I knew that it wasn’t that you hadn’t heard, but that you had been forced to take a slower, more methodical approach to saving them and destroying those who had engineered their ordeal.”
“We were always on your side, Riley. And we heard their cries. We just needed to be able to get them out safely.”
“I know that now, Cameron. But I still worry that we won’t get to all of them before they suffer some of the atrocities I’ve seen. You’re a man. You can only intellectually understand what’s happened to some of them. As a woman, I can put myself in their place. Do you know that I found some of them dead by their own hand?”
“Riley, no...”
“Those are the ones who haunt me, Cam—not the ones I saved. The ones that gave up all hope of ever being made whole again and chose to end their own life in their own way.”
He hugged her close. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me? I would have done... something. I don’t know what, but something.”
She looked up at him, her face beaming. “I know. I know you would do anything to help me and to help them. It’s why I love you so much. And I do appreciate you letting me know some of the details of the plan all of you have put together. I could take a more active role...”
“Riley...” he grumbled.
“But I understand your need to try and keep me safer than I think is necessary.” She stood back from him, straightened his collar, and brightened. “But let’s not talk of such things tonight. Tonight, let’s go shoot tequila, make music, and enjoy our friends. Let us celebrate not only our joining but all of those who came together tonight.”
“I made you a vow, Irish. I will keep it.”
“I know you will, cowboy. And I love you more than you know because of it.”
He kissed her softly but deeply before they left their bedroom and went downstairs to join their guests for a night of revelry, celebration, and fated love.
The End
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