Chapter 232: Foreplay [18+]

"You know," Reid murmured against my skin, a slow, wicked smirk curving his lips as he caught the look in my eyes. "I’m not letting you off the hook that easily, Kain."

​Before I could ask what he was talking about, Reid reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a small, chilled can of whipped cream left behind from our arrival fruit basket. He popped the top with a flick of his thumb, the sharp hiss of nitrogen cutting through the quiet room.

​My eyes widened slightly. "Reid... what are you doing?"

​"Making sure you feel every single second of this," he rasped, his grey eyes flashing with a mix of playful mischief and predatory hunger.

​He didn’t wait for my brain to process it. With slow, deliberate precision, Reid pressed the nozzle, trailing a cool, sweet ribbon of white cream starting right between my collarbones, tracing down the center of my chest, swirling lightly around my stomach—carefully bypassing the small, tender curve where our baby rested—and continuing straight down between my thighs.

​The sudden contrast of the icy, sweet cream against my hot, feverish skin made me gasp out loud, my back arching off the mattress.

​"Reid—"

​"Shh," he whispered, setting the can aside and hovering over me like a predator taking his sweet time. "You said you were pent up, Kain. Let me take care of it."

​He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to catch the first trace of cream at the base of my throat. I let out a low, shuddering breath, my hands tangling tightly into his dark hair as he worked his way down, taking agonizingly slow, deliberate licks over my chest and ribs.

Every stroke of his hot tongue against the cold cream sent sharp, electrical shocks straight to my core.

​By the time his mouth reached my hips, my breath was coming in short, ragged gasps.

​Reid looked up at me through his dark lashes, his jaw coated in sweet cream, his dark grey eyes completely blown out. "Hold onto the headboard, Kain," he murmured, his voice dripping with possessive warmth. "Because I’m not stopping until you’re completely clean."

​He dipped his head back down, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me steady as he ate his way lower.

"And after you’re clean," he added, sounding even more mischievous. "That’s when the real fun begins,"

I gulped.

"You’re... not going to take it too far, are you?" I whispered, my voice lightly trembling, but Reid didn’t answer with words.

He just hummed low in his throat, the vibration still buzzing against my swollen skin, and then his lips curved in a wicked, satisfied smirk.

"We’ll see," he said as he leaned back down to kiss the curve of my belly.

His blonde hair was a tousled mess, strands sticking to his forehead and the sharp line of his jaw, glowing faintly under the bedside lamp like he’d been kissed by the moon itself.

I reached down without thinking, my fingers threading deep into those thick, sun-bleached waves, ruffling them just hard enough to make him growl in response.

Reid’s grey eyes locked onto mine instantly, hungry and impatient, pupils blown wide as he pushed my knees up and folded me open like I was the only thing that existed in the room.

"Fuck, Kain," he rasped, voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. "You’re killing me. Look at you—" he looked down at my dick hat was already hard and twitching. "Trembling, dripping, and I haven’t even started yet. So fucking perfect. My Cap, carrying my baby, and still getting wet before my tongue even touches his dick. How lewd."

My face flushed. It was his fault for drawing the kisses and licking me in such a lewd way, so why was he closing me lewd for having a natural reaction?

"You—!" The words died in my throat as his mouth sealed over my dick in one hot, relentless, merciless glide.

Reid had always been ruthless when he was this pent-up, and tonight the pregnancy restrictions had only made him hungry.

His lips wrapped around my dick and sucked hard, the pressure perfect, merciless. My back arched clean off the bed, fingers tightening in his hair as I moaned loud enough to echo off the glass doors.

It’s been so long that I almost couldn’t stop myself from cumming right away.

Feeling the change, Reid pulled off just long enough to growl, "Don’t you dare cum yet. I want you wrecked first."

Then he was back—his lips sucking harder on the head of my dick, one hand pinning my thigh open, the other reaching between us to circle my entrance with two slick fingers.

Then slowly, he began to push his fingers in. The stretch burned so good.

I could feel the faint curve of my stomach pressing against Reid’s forearm, a constant reminder of how small and precious everything was, and that only made me want him more. He added a third finger, curling them just right, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Reid—oh fuck—"

He released my dick with a wet pop, string of saliva trailing from my dick to his lips before it snapped.

My back arched again, a broken moan tearing from my throat as he dove lower. His tongue flicked out, licking a slow, filthy stripe up the length of my dick before pressing a lingering kiss to the beading precum on the head.

I was a trembling mess. Just a little longer and I would’ve cum, but Reid was bent on putting me through the worst of it just to achieve the highest peak of ecstasy.

Then, he took out his fingers and buried his mouth over my hole, sucking hard.

I cried out, my fingers still digging into his blonde hair, ruffling the thick strands between my knuckles as I held him there.

"Reid... Weird— it feels so weird, Ah!" I said but he didn’t stop, but his eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time—hungry, impatient, burning with that mix of protective devotion and raw, animal need.

He licked deeper, his tongue pushing inside me while one hand wrapped around my dick, stroking me in the same rhythm.

The pressure, the heat, the overwhelming fullness—it was too much and not enough at the same time.

My thighs started to shake. The pleasure was just too good.

"Don’t stop," I gasped, my hips rolling up into his face. "Please—Reid—don’t you dare stop."

He pulled off just long enough to growl, lips shiny, grey eyes flashing with wicked promise, "I’m not stopping until you’re shaking apart on my tongue, Kain. Then I’m taking you apart again—slowly this time."

He dove back in, tongue fucking me deeper, this turn adding his fingers and curled them hard inside me, while his hand stroked my dick in a perfect rhythm.

I couldn’t hold it any longer. My hips rolled up into his face as the orgasm slammed into me—hard, sudden, and blinding.

I cried out his name, thighs clamping around his head, fingers twisting in his blonde hair as I came so hard my vision whited out.

Cum spilled over my body, and from behind, I had a very wet orgasm. They ripped through my body that it felt like I was being undone from my very core.

"Ah—Haa!" My eyes rolled and the stars danced.

By this time, my pheromones had already spread over the entire room, my orchids suffocating the room, but doing a great number on Reid.

Once it was over, Reid lifted his body, his lips shiny with transparent liquid, and chest heaving.

"Had your fun?" He grinned.

My eyes fell down to his cock—thick, flushed dark, and already leaking—was straining against the drawstring pants he’d never actually taken off. The sight of it made my mouth water.

"You’re such a greedy Alpha," I panted, reaching down to palm him through the fabric, feeling him throb in my hand. "Look at you—blue balls and all. Can’t wait to fill me up like you own me, huh?"

Reid’s laugh was low and broken, no trace of the soft confessioning Alpha just now. Just the greedy and hungry partner.

"I do own you, Kain. Every inch of this body belongs to me—and to our baby." He stripped the rest of his clothes off in one rough motion, his cock springing free, the head already glistening. "On your knees, Cap. I need to feel your mouth on me while I remind you who you belong to."

I pushed myself up on shaking arms, the tiny curve of my stomach brushing his thigh as I settled between his spread legs.

I slowly leaned over breathing in the strong smell of his masculinity, mixed with his frozen pine pheromones before opening my mouth to take him in my mouth in one smooth glide.

Reid groaned. His head fell back, eyes fluttering half-shut as I sucked him deep. He tasted like salt and cream and pure sin. I hollowed my cheeks and worked him slow at first, then faster, tongue swirling around the head every time I pulled off just to tease.

Reid’s hand fisted in my hair—not pulling, just holding on tight, grey eyes locked on mine the entire time, that hungry, impatient fire burning brighter than ever.

"You’re so fucking good at this," he rasped, voice wrecked. "Taking every inch like you were made for it. My perfect, little perfect husband—ruining me from the inside out."

I hummed around him, the vibration making his hips jerk, and then I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting us.

"You’re the one who made me this way, Reid," I said and leaned back on my elbows, not finishing what I started and instead... I spread my legs to give him a proper view of the hole he prepped, my face flushed in anticipation. "And thank God we’re married now. I’m your responsibility till the end, so... Fuck me,"