30. Elisabed

30

Elisabed

It was all too much—everything that had happened during the day. The things that I’d seen. The news of the pregnancy. Everything that had happened over the past few weeks.

My life had changed so drastically and so suddenly that it was impossible to understand. I couldn’t sleep and could barely think through the worry pulsing through my body.

Marshall was going to help me. After hearing about his father, the expectations that plagued him his whole life, I understood why he stayed so cold and detached. But I also saw the other side of him. The side that could give me what I needed. He was the only one who could help me right now. And I knew that he wanted to.

His hands were gentle when he cupped my face and brought our lips together in a tender kiss. I whimpered into his mouth, clutching at his shirt, and he gently guided us back down until we were lying side by side on his bed.

His lips moved against mine, almost too tenderly, and I couldn’t help the low growl that escaped me as I pressed closer to him. I needed a distraction. I needed him to take what he wanted from me and make it so I couldn’t think anymore...

Marshall gently nudged me away, and his expression was firm when I pouted at him. “I’ll take care of you, baby,” he said quietly. “Let me take care of you.”

Then he pressed our lips together again, and I forced myself to relax, letting him take the lead and guide me to a place where my mind was less chaotic and hectic.

My hands found the hem of his shirt, and I shoved them under the fabric, feeling the smooth warmth of his skin under my palm. I shivered a little as his hands slid down my back, and the low growl that vibrated against my lips helped me to relax even more.

We slowly divested ourselves of our clothes, taking off shirts and pants in between lingering kisses. Marshall was quiet and intense as always, and it was almost overwhelming to have that intensity focused solely on me. All the other times we had been together, the other two had provided enough of a distraction with their different energies that I hadn’t noticed exactly how complete Marshall’s attention was when it was all I had.

I loved it. I loved feeling like I was the center of his world and that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for me. His dark eyes gleamed at me when he rolled over the top of me and hovered, and I swallowed hard when my eyes slid down his body and finally landed on his hard cock.

His cock twitched, and he chuckled at my little intake of air. “Scared, baby?”

He was teasing, and the lightness of the statement made me giggle a little.

“I mean, a little bit,” I said, offering him a small smile. “Have you seen you?”

He grinned at me, and just as quickly as he had rolled over on top of me, he rolled onto his back and took my hand. He pulled me until I was on top of him, then gently nudged me until I was level with his cock, his expression soft as he tucked one hand behind his head. “Well, by all means, baby. Get acquainted. You won’t be scared if you know it as well as you know your own body.”

His eyes gleamed with the challenge, and I pursed my lips as I looked up at him. It was a play—something that would get me out of my head—and I knew it.

But I also wanted to touch him. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave me, and he was giving me an open forum to do whatever I wanted to him. I wasn’t going to throw that opportunity away.

I swallowed and turned my attention to his cock, chewing on my lip before I reached down to wrap my hand around the base of it. He was thick and long, more so than the others, as I’d noticed every time he had fucked me so far. But there was a difference between being fucked by a cock, and having it right in front of your face, and looking at it only made my stomach squirm even more with intimidation.

“I would never hurt you, Elisabed,” Marshall said softly. I looked up at him, and his soft smile turned my insides to mush. “You know that, right?”

I knew that he wasn’t just talking about in the bedroom. The injury August had accidentally given me itched, and I had to move carefully so that I didn’t pull at it. The weight of his mistake weighed on all of us, and I could see a glimmer of regret in Marshall’s eyes as he looked down at me, as if he were sorry that he hadn’t been able to save me.

Of course, it was ridiculous. It had been a mistake. I knew that. I wouldn’t apologize for being in the way of August’s claws, though, because Mily would have suffered in my stead if I hadn’t been there. That was an outcome that would have been unacceptable to me, and the injury I had to heal from was going to be a reminder to each of the alphas that there was nothing I wasn’t willing to do for my sister.

But it wasn’t Marshall’s fault, and I wouldn’t make him feel bad about it.

I nodded, and I leaned close, gently breathing on the head of his cock. “I know, Marshall. I understand.”

Then I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and he let out a low groan as I flicked my tongue against the slit there, testing his responses.

I took my time exploring him. His girth stretched my lips to their capacity, and my jaw started aching almost as soon as I took his length all the way into my mouth, as far as it would go. Of course, I couldn’t fit his entire length, but that was okay. I kept my hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, and his soft grunts and moans were all the encouragement I needed to keep up my teasing and playing, stroking his shaft with my lips and tongue and enjoying how much harder his cock got with each soft touch.

“You’re so fucking good at that, baby,” Marshall finally rasped. His hand had found its way into my hair, and his fingers flexed against the back of my head as I pulled away, his cock slipping free of my lips with a soft ‘pop.’

I grinned up at him smugly. “I’ll be better with practice. You’ll just have to suffer while I learn.”

He chuckled, and his fingers tugged on my hair, carefully pulling me up until I was straddling his hips, our faces level.

“I’m sure I can suffer through your practice sessions if I really have to,” he murmured, his voice teasing, his eyes gleaming contentedly.

Then he kissed me, and god, I was wet. Sucking his cock had gotten me almost as wet as being touched did, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against the shaft of his cock, the friction making my clit sing. Marshall growled against my lips, and I nipped at him before I reached under myself and positioned him at my entrance, pulling away just enough that I could look him in the eye.

“Okay?” I asked softly, because he was always so thoughtful to check in with me before we had sex, and I was going to offer the same courtesy and respect to him. Every. Time.

“Yes, of course,” he breathed.

Then we let out twin moans as I started to seat myself on his cock. The blunt head stretched me almost uncomfortably wide, the way slick enough from my arousal, and I slowly worked my way up and down his cock until the head was all the way in, and the pressure eased some.

Marshall was watching me with a soft expression of reverence on his face, and I whimpered softly as I slowly worked my way down his shaft. He was so fucking big , and this time there were no other alphas to distract me from the way he stretched me wide and deep and turned my insides all the way out.

“Fuck, Alpha,” I managed, my voice tight.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he immediately soothed. His hands found my hips, and he helped me, gently rocking me back and forth so that I took more of him inside me, a little bit at a time. “There you go. Good girl. You’re such a good omega for me, sweetheart. God, you feel so fucking good.”

He continued the soft encouragement until he was all the way inside me, and then I started to roll my hips slowly. His cock rubbed up against my G-spot with each roll of my hips, and my eyes slid into the back of my head at the pleasure of it, my hands planted on his chest to give me a little more leverage.

“Fuck, there you go,” Marshall breathed. “Take what you need from me, baby. Take whatever you fucking want.”

The surrender in his voice nearly broke me, and I tipped my head back so I could watch him from under half-lidded eyes as I began to ride him in earnest. In the back of my head, I wondered if I would be able to keep riding him—or any of them, really—like this as my pregnancy advanced.

Just as quickly, though, I shut the thought into a box at the back of my mind where I could examine it later. I didn’t want anything ruining this moment between Marshall and me, let alone any thoughts of reality.

Marshall waited until I was panting and whimpering out my pleasure with each grinding thrust of my hips, and then his fingers tightened on my hips, and he started to give as good as I took. He thrust up, meeting me every time I ground down, and the new pressure tore a desperate, helpless whine from my lips.

“Alpha, please...” I begged, babbling helplessly as I started to properly fuck him.

Marshall’s expression was tight, and I could tell he was riding the very edge of his self-control. Good. I wanted him to fall over into oblivion with me.

His cock twitched inside me, and I clamped down on him, riding him harder and leaning down so that we were chest to chest and face to face. Our breaths mingled in the small space between us, and his scent filled my nose, making me clench down on his cock and drive myself closer to orgasm.

“I want to feel you come inside me,” I whimpered. “Please, Marshall. Help me forget. Make me feel something.”

Then I sealed our lips together, and Marshall’s low growl was a balm to my terrified nerves. He fucked up into me harder, taking over the rhythm of our interaction, and all I could do was cling to him as his cock twitched and throbbed inside of me, and he shoved both of us closer to orgasm. The pleasure of his cock grinding up against my G-spot with each thrust eradicated every thought from my mind, and there was only me and my alpha and this beautiful, quiet moment between the two of us where nothing else mattered.

“I’m close, baby,” he growled. “I want you to come with me. Can you do that for me? Can you squeeze this perfect pussy around my cock and help me forget, too? God, I need you, Elisabed, please...”

It was the way that he begged me that shoved me over the edge. He slammed home, and I gasped before I let out a low wail at the orgasm that wracked my body suddenly and completely. I slammed our lips together in an aggressive kiss, and his fingers dug into my hips as he thrust into me a few more times before he stiffened and fell over the edge himself.

I knew that there would be bruises on my hips the next day from the way he was holding me so tightly, but I didn’t care. I wanted them. I needed them. The reminder of this moment between the two of us was something I would hold precious, especially in the coming days, which I could already tell would challenge us.

I fairly collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me as the two of us panted in the aftermath of our orgasms. His hands stroked tenderly up and down my back, and I listened to the thump of his heart under my cheek, letting my own heart rate settle before I carefully rolled to the side and snuggled up against him.

He turned so he was lying on his side and didn’t say anything else. His fingers brushed over the wound, already starting to itch with healing, and the weight of the day settled on us. I held back from saying anything, instead closing my eyes and sighing as I forced my body to relax.

There was nothing more to say, and tomorrow was another day.