Swift's desperate need to see his mate faded as he tried to figure out how he was going to tell her what he had done. She would never be able to look at him the same way again. She would forever see him as a monster, as a disgusting, uncaring and greedy beast.
She’ll leave me.
There was no other way for this to end. There was no easy fix. He had done so much work to become a better man, but it was all for naught. He couldn’t undo the mistakes of his past. He couldn’t bear the thought of her looking at him with disgust. He couldn’t bear to lose her trust and her affection.
He refused to even ask her to consider the trade. His only option was to Discard her. To protect her, he would have to send her away.
The trip to their front door was like a walk to the gallows. Every step closer to Alys was another step closer to losing her forever. When he finally reached their door, he hesitated before finally working up the nerve to unlock the door and step inside. Instantly, the delicious smells of a home cooked meal struck his nose. He inhaled deeply, his mouth watering at the promise of good, warm food. The scents were so familiar and conjured up a distant memory of his mother.
“Swift!” Alys excitedly greeted him, a dish towel hanging from one hand as she emerged from the kitchen. “You’re home!” Her gaze fell to the package he carried. “What’s that?”
“A gift for you.” He placed it on the table, expecting her to want to open it immediately. Instead, she surprised him by throwing the dish towel next to the box and flinging herself at him. He laughed at her enthusiasm and then melted into her loving embrace. She made it perfectly clear that she wanted him to kiss her, and he couldn’t deny her silent request. He tangled his fingers in the loose waves of her dark hair and tilted her head just so. He captured her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. Her tongue stole out to touch his and his tenuous control snapped.
His plans to seduce her and make love gently and tenderly shattered as she moaned and clawed at his shirt. Her fingers plucked at the buttons, and he slipped his hands up under her skirt to cup her bottom. She groaned as she squeezed her plump ass and frantically tugged his shirt out of his pants. That only inflamed his lust and soon they were staggering back toward the nearest couch.
He lost his uniform shirt and undershirt somewhere along the way. She whisked her dress right up over her head and tossed it away. She wore no bra, and her full, heavy breasts called to him. He palmed them, giving them an appreciative squeeze before dropping down onto the couch and burying his face in bosom. Her short nails raked against his back as she suckled her nipples and left little love bites on her breasts.
“Swift,” she pleaded breathlessly.
He dotted kisses across her breasts while gripping her underwear and tugging them down her hips and legs. She stepped out of them, and he slipped his hand between her thighs, finding her already soaking wet. She gasped as he thrust two fingers into her slit, pumping into her slick heat and brushing his thumb over her clit. She rocked her hips, pressing her breasts against his mouth as his fingers drove her wild.
Her legs began to shake, but instead of letting him drive her to an orgasm, she grasped his wrist to stop him. She shook her head, her cheeks flush with excitement, and then pushed him back against the couch. He was surprised by her initiative, and his cock ached to be set free. She must have read his mind because she knelt down and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. She drew down his boxers, and his erection sprang free.
When she stroked his shaft, he hissed. His skin was overly sensitive after so many days of celibacy. She glanced at him, silently questioning if she should continue, and he nodded. She stroked his slowly, her hand gliding up and down his cock, and then she lowered her mouth. He groaned as she sucked him into the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue felt like heaven as it laved against the underside of his crown, rubbing right against the spot that gave him so much pleasure.
“Alys,” he groaned and sifted his fingers through her hair. He wound some of the long strands around his fingers, holding her hair out of the way as she bobbed up and down on his dick. Her pace was torturously slow, and the grip of her mouth was just right. She was killing him, and he didn’t want her to stop.
When she popped off, her lips swollen and eyes smokey with lust, he used his hold on her hair to tug her closer. She clambered up onto his lap, her hair still caught in his hands, and crashed her mouth to his. He stabbed his tongue against hers, tasting the molten heat of her. He wanted to consume her. He wanted to bury himself inside her so deep he would no longer know where he ended and she began.
Alys put a hand on his shoulder, steadying herself, and reached between their bodies to guide his cock into her sopping hole. She shifted a little and then wiggled her big ass into place. He shuddered at the wicked sensation of her cunt sliding down over his cock, taking him all the way into her. He let go of her hair and gripped her bottom, showing his appreciation for her with each caress.
They had never tried this position together, and she seemed a bit nervous about it. He kissed her neck and jaw. “Just let go, Alys, and fuck me.”
She shivered and whimpered, her nails biting into his shoulder. She began to move then, experimenting with rolling her hips and bouncing. Everything felt good to him, but he knew it was different for women. Sometimes, the tiniest fraction of an inch made all the difference. He kept his hands on her bottom, guiding her movements as she found the pace and the angle that made her gasp.
He watched her in awe. She was incredible, all soft curves and glowing skin. Her eyes were closed, either from concentration or shyness or a mix of both. He didn’t mind. He liked watching her when she embraced the wanton vixen within her. He liked to see her let go of all that conservative nonsense she had been taught and enjoy her sexuality.
She shifted her hips slightly and shuddered. He felt her vagina tighten around him, rhythmically gripping his shaft as she began to ride the waves of her climax. He let her use him, holding still as she bounced and ground herself to ecstasy. She whispered his name again and again until he couldn’t take it anymore.
When she dropped her forehead against his shoulder, he used all of his strength to change their position. He dropped her onto her back on the couch, grasped her thighs and hauled them up along his sides. He thrust into her as deep as he could go, and she cried out with excitement and need. She clutched at his arms as he began to fuck her like a wild man. Their bodies slapped together, and she tilted her head back, shouting his name as he wrecked her.
His balls tightened. His cock grew even more sensitive. All he could think about was coming inside her, filling her with his seed, marking her as his. She shocked him by suddenly orgasming again without either of them touching her clit. She seemed just as surprised, her eyes wide and her mouth open as she rocked against him.
He leaned over her, burying his face in her neck and breathing hard against her ear as he enjoyed the last few strokes before his own climax. He came so hard all he could do was grunt and jolt. Alys embraced him, her strong arms holding him tight as he thrust shallow and slow. Rocked by aftershocks, he kissed her jaw and her cheek and then her lips.
Certain he was crushing her, he climbed off and stood on shaky legs next to the couch. He held out his hand. “Shower?”
She huffed and panted and nodded. She let him help her stand and seemed to be just as shaky as he was. They leaned against each other as they made their way to their bathroom. She hugged him from behind as they stood under the hot, soothing water. He closed his eyes and enjoyed what was likely to be his last intimate moment with her.