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I wasn't done pleasing him.

Author: Bia
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-21 18:56:31

Rose’s POV

He ate me like a starving man savoring his favorite meal—growling praises between filthy licks and sucks that made my oversensitive body jerk and twitch beneath him. “Taste like mine… so full of my thick seed… gonna keep you leaking for days, baby… good girl… such a perfect bred omega… swallow every drop I give you tomorrow morning too… gonna wake you up with my tongue in this sloppy cunt before I knot your throat…” His tongue was relentless, broad and hot, dragging from my ass all the way up through my swollen folds, swirling around my throbbing clit before sucking it between his lips and humming deep in his throat. The vibration shot straight through me like lightning. I whimpered helplessly, thighs shaking violently around his head, fingers buried in his thick dark hair as I tugged him closer even though every nerve screamed that I was too raw, too full, too much. But gods, I never wanted him to stop.

I came again on his tongue—smaller, softer, but no less shattering—squirting weakly against his chin in hot, messy pulses while he drank every drop like it was nectar. My vision whited out for a heartbeat, a broken sob tearing from my throat as my walls fluttered around nothing, still aching for the stretch of him. Only when I was trembling and begging incoherently—“Jason… alpha… please… too sensitive… I can’t… oh gods, don’t stop”—did he finally crawl up my body, silver eyes blazing with dark satisfaction, lips and chin shiny with our combined mess.

He slid back inside me—slow and deep and perfect, no knot this time, just his still-hard cock claiming its permanent home with one smooth, possessive thrust that made my back arch off the sheets. The stretch was exquisite, my well-fucked walls hugging him like they never wanted to let go. He fucked me gently, face buried in my neck, one hand laced with mine above my head, fingers intertwined so tightly it felt like a second bond, while the other rubbed slow, possessive circles over my slightly rounded belly.

“One more, baby,” he whispered hotly against my claiming bite, nipping it just enough to make me clench around him like a vice. “Come for me one more time while I fill you again. Then sleep. Tomorrow I’m waking you up with my cock down your throat and my knot swelling in your cunt before breakfast. Gonna make you come with my mouth on your tits and my fingers in your ass while I tell you exactly how many pups I want you to give me—four, maybe five, a whole pack of little wolves running around with your eyes and my attitude. Gonna keep you in bed all morning, breeding you until you can’t walk straight to your first class. And every night after that? Same thing. Desk, bed, shower, floor—doesn’t matter. You’re going to be full of me every single day for the rest of our lives.”

The tender yet filthy rhythm of his thrusts, the way he kissed the bond mark with every promise, the bond flooding me with his endless love and dark hunger—it all crashed over me at once. I came with a soft, shattered cry that sounded like his name and a prayer all at once, walls clenching rhythmically around him as he spilled inside me once more—less volume this time, but no less claiming, no less loving, no less eternal. Thick, warm pulses painted my insides again, and I felt my belly swell just a fraction more under his palm. He stayed buried deep, rolling us carefully so I was draped over his broad chest, his strong arms locked around me like steel bands he’d never, ever let go.

We lay there in the afterglow, firelight dancing across our sweat-slick skin, the bond humming with shared contentment so profound it brought fresh tears to my eyes. His fingers traced lazy patterns over my back, my ass, my rounded belly, while I nuzzled into his chest, pressing soft, worshipful kisses over his heart. His scent—pine, smoke, and pure alpha musk—wrapped around me like the warmest blanket, and I could feel his wolf lounging contentedly inside the bond, grooming mine with long, affectionate licks.

But I wasn’t done pleasing him. Not yet. Not when I could still feel his cock, half-hard and slick with our combined release, twitching against my thigh. I wanted to taste him, to show him how grateful I was, how completely I belonged to him. I lifted my head, eyes glassy with exhaustion and devotion, and whispered against his skin, “Alpha… let me clean you. Let me suck you. I need to taste us together… please. I want to make you feel as good as you made me.”

Jason’s silver eyes darkened instantly, a low, approving growl rumbling through his chest. “Fuck, Rose. My greedy little omega. You don’t have to ask twice.” He loosened his arms just enough for me to slide down his body, but his hand stayed tangled in my messy braid, guiding me gently. I settled between his powerful thighs, my own still trembling, slick and come still leaking slowly from my well-used cunt onto the sheets. His cock lay heavy against his abs—thick, veined, flushed dark red, glistening with my juices and his seed. The knot was soft now but still impressively swollen at the base, a reminder of how thoroughly he’d locked us together.

I licked my lips, staring up at him through my lashes. “So beautiful,” I murmured, echoing his earlier words. “My alpha’s cock… still so hard for me even after all that.” I started slow, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the length, tasting the salty-sweet mix of us. My tongue traced every vein, lapping up the mess we’d made until he was groaning, hips twitching. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Clean your alpha like a good girl. Show me how much you love the taste of your own breeding.”

I took him into my mouth with a moan, lips stretching wide around his girth. He was still so thick, even soft, that my jaw ached beautifully. I sucked gently at first, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling around the head to collect every drop. The flavor exploded on my tongue—musky, salty, sweet with my own slick—and I whimpered around him, taking him deeper until he bumped the back of my throat. His hand tightened in my hair, not pushing, just holding me there like he couldn’t bear to let go. “Gods, Rose… look at you. Mouth full of your alpha’s cock right after I bred you full. Such a perfect little cocksucker. Gonna train this throat to take me every morning too.”

I hummed in agreement, the vibration making him curse and twitch. I bobbed my head slowly, taking him as deep as I could, gagging softly when the head nudged my throat but never pulling back. One hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently, while the other stroked the base where the knot was still faintly swollen.

I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva and come connecting my lips to his cock, and looked up at him with pure adoration. “I love tasting you… tasting us. I love knowing this cock is the only one that will ever be inside me again. The only one that will ever breed me.” Then I dove back down, sucking harder, faster, hollowing my cheeks and swallowing around him until his thighs tensed and his growl turned feral.

“Fuck—yes—right there, baby. Suck it just like that. You’re gonna make me come again if you keep going.” His praise sent heat flooding through me, my own cunt clenching emptily, more of his seed trickling out. I doubled my efforts, moaning obscenely around his length, spit dripping down my chin and onto his balls. I pulled off just long enough to beg, “Come for me, alpha. Fill my mouth. Let me swallow every drop while I’m still leaking you from my pussy.”

He snarled my name, hips bucking up as I took him deep again. Hot, thick spurts flooded my mouth—less than before but still enough to make me swallow frantically, not wanting to waste a single drop. I milked him through it, sucking gently until he was twitching with oversensitivity, then licked him clean from root to tip, including the sensitive knot, pressing reverent kisses to every inch. Only when he was spotless and glistening with just my saliva did I crawl back up, nuzzling into his chest with a satisfied sigh. “Thank you for letting me please you, alpha. I needed that… needed to show you how much I belong to you.”

Jason pulled me close, kissing me deep and filthy so he could taste us both on my tongue. “My perfect girl. You’re going to do that every night, aren’t you? Suck me clean after I breed you, then fall asleep with my cock in your mouth if I say so.” I nodded eagerly, whimpering at the image. “Yes, alpha. Anything. Everything.”

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