Alpha’s Strength(42)

She took his hand. “I have a different idea.”

He led her into the bedroom. “Oh?”

She walked to the side of the bed and turned on the reading light that sat there. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

Cyrus stopped moving and gaped at her. “What?”

“Come on, Alpha-boy, do what I say. Sit on the edge of the bed.”

“Betsy, what do you have planned here?” He stretched his neck, and she could see the tension in every muscle. If what she wanted to do didn’t work, she’d start reading on how to give massages. Maybe she would anyway.

She waited, deliberately not answering him until he sat down on the bed. He grinned and shook his head. “If you are planning on making me do deep breathing exercises, I can assure you, I’ve already given that a go.”

“No.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “I don’t want you breathing deeply while I do this. I’d rather you get really excited.”

“What…”

His voice faded away when she kissed his leg. She started at his ankle and moved upward, planting a kiss every few inches on her way up. Cyrus had muscular legs, and there were lots of places to explore. His body vibrated slightly beneath her ministrations.

When she reached his thigh, she tugged on his boxer shorts, letting them drop to the floor. His cock, which had clearly come to attention when she’d started kissing him, was in perfect position for her to stroke it.

He hissed in a breath. “I can’t wait to get inside of you again, princess. I wouldn’t have suggested it. I thought you might be a little sore.”

“I am.” She wasn’t, but she didn’t want him arguing with her about what she wanted. It had been apparent to her during their lovemaking that he wasn’t used to having oral sex performed. “The only place your cock is going is in my mouth.”

She purposely didn’t look up at his face, but she felt his whole body tense from where she kissed the top of his thigh.

“Betsy.” He lifted her chin to look at him. “Please don’t feel like you have to do that.”

“I don’t have to do it. I want to do it. I like to. What’s the matter? Only had bad ones? Someone bite you?”

“It’s not that.” He seemed so uncomfortable in the way he squirmed that she almost felt bad for him. But she actually liked to give oral sex, and if he had some kind of problem with it, better to find that out now.

“Then what is it?”

“I never chose to have sex with humans. Too fragile. What if I hurt them?” He wiped at his brow. She really didn’t want to make him more stressed out. The idea had been to relax him. She hoped she hadn’t made some massive miscalculation.

“And? Werewolf women don’t give blow jobs?”

“Not really, no.” He drummed his fingers on his knee. “Our longtime relationships turn into either our version of marriage or, if we’re lucky, a true mating. Casual sex is usually because she’s in heat and needs to feel better.”

“And that kind of encounter doesn’t lend itself to blow jobs, just in making her feel better, which is why you were so fantastic at going down on me earlier.”

Things were finally clicking together for her, and a picture of Cyrus, the Alpha caretaker who never even got to relax in bed, formed in her mind. No wonder the moon had picked her to be his mate.

“Did you really think I was fantastic at it?” His eyebrows rose slowly.

“Oh, I’d say the whole thing from start to finish was an A plus, plus. Don’t get all ego-y about it though. I’m going to expect repeat performances.” When he laughed, she took a deep breath. Apparently, he could be teased, which was a good thing. Lack of a sense of humor would be a problem over time. “Here’s the thing though. You mated a girl who thought she was human most of her life. And human girls sometimes—if their men are really lucky—give them blowjobs. I happen to really like to so, unless you have a real objection to the act, I want to put my mouth on your cock as soon as possible.”

He visibly swallowed, and she watched the muscles in his neck clench. “I don’t have any objections at all.”

“That’s good.” She cupped the head of his penis, and it stood up straighter. “Now you’ve got a very impressive piece of manhood here. I can’t wait to taste it.”

She licked the remainder of the way up his leg, squeezing his balls on the way up. He sucked in his breath. Betsy had always loved this part of sharing sex, and now that she knew she was supposed to be with the werewolf in front of her, it was even more fun. She could do this for him, and she could revel in being able to give him pleasure in a way no one had ever before.