Listen to me 130

Chapter 130

Sloane

I’ve done a lot of thinking since the last time Benedict and I were alone and were making out. I don’t expect that I’ll ever take a mate, especially now that I’m going to become an Alpha of my own pack. No male will be okay with me not stepping down as the Alpha so they can take over my pack. While I know I’ll miss the intimacy of having a mate, I’ve come to terms with the fact that a life like what Uncle Roman and Aunt Samara have isn’t in my future.

That led me to thinking about what I want from the relationship with Benedict while it lasts. Once my birthday is here and we realize we’re not mates, he’ll move on. I understand that, and it’s probably good anyway, since what would we do with two separate packs, managing them as two separate Alphas? But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to have the experience of being with someone who cares about me.

After talking to Benedict this past week, kissing him every chance he could distract me or get me alone, I decided that I want him to be my first and, most likely, my last. Unlike male Alphas, I can’t risk a pregnancy. It would put my standing as Alpha and the pack at risk. So, the only opportunity I will have for sex after I’m Alpha is in wolf form. Before that happens, I want to have this experience.

So, while I’m still feeling very nervous about my first time, I know that I want it to be with Benedict.

When I tell him I don’t want him to stop, his possessive growl makes my entire body tingle with anticipation. I’m positive that Benedict knows what he’s doing and even if he doesn’t know everything, he MUST know more than I do, which is only what I’ve read about in books.

I know the logistics of sex, but never having dated before Benedict, it’s not like I’ve had an opportunity to ever experience sex. So, I’m a bit surprised when he doesn’t rush to get us both naked. Instead, he continues to slide his hand under my shirt, caressing my stomach and teasing my nipple.

I slide my fingers into his hair, tugging gently, needing more as he continues to tease me. I pull his shirt over his head, looking at his magnificent body, sliding my hands over his sculpted chest.

When I look at him again, he’s watching me with eyes so dark I can barely see their green color in the late afternoon light.

“I like the way you touch me,” he growls softly.

“You have an incredible body,” I say reverently. It’s true. I know he’s an Alpha, but not all Alphas are this ripped.

“Thank you,” he says, leaning onto one arm and beginning to unbutton my shirt slowly while I follow the lines of his muscles over his arms, chest, and stomach.

He pulls my shirt away from my body, looking at me.

“Damn.” It’s all he says before leaning over and beginning to kiss my stomach. I feel his tongue sliding over the muscles in my stomach. I gasp and my entire body shivers. He growls and begins kissing his way up my stomach to my breasts. He watches me as he pulls my bra down, exposing my breast to him.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs before leaning over and taking my nipple into his mouth.

“Benedict,” I whisper as I arch against his mouth. I grab onto his hair, holding him to me as he pushes the other bra cup down and begins teasing the other nipple with his fingers. He sucks hard, pulling off my nipple, then blows on it, once again making my entire body shiver.

“I love how responsive you are to me,” he murmurs, watching as he gently twists my nipple between his fingers. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Is this your first time, Sloane?” he asks me, leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sending a wave of heat straight to my core before sitting up and looking at me.

“Yes,” I say, watching him.

“Thank you for giving me this gift, and trusting me to be your first,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me again.

While he kisses me, he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. He sits up, pulling me with him without ending the kiss. He pushes my shirt off me and slides my bra off, setting them both aside.

He pushes on my shoulders, pulling away from the kiss as he gently pushes me onto my back. “Let me look at you?

He looks at my naked torso, his fingers sliding over my body, caressing me and stoking the fire that is building inside me.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, Sloane.”

He watches me as he pops the button on my jeans, then slowly unzips the zipper.

“Lift your hips,” he says softly, then pulls my jeans and panties down, pulling my shoes off with the rest of my clothes.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growls. I desperately want to cover myself, feeling vulnerable and exposed. But the look in his eyes stops me. He looks as reverent as I felt looking at his body.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I whisper.

He sits up on his knees, holding my gaze as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, slowly pulling them down so I can see just how large and excited he is. Then he sits, pulling them off along with his shoes.

Then he moves beside me, sitting up on his knees again. “Did you want to touch me?”

I look at him, then bite my lip. I do want to touch him. I reach out, sliding my fingers over his hard length. He groans but holds still as I wrap my hand around him and gently slide my hand up and down his length.

“Fuck, Sloane,” he growls. When I look at him, his eyes are closed, and his teeth are clenched tight. I realize that he’s enjoying my touch as much as I was enjoying his.

He opens his eyes and looks at me. “That feels so good, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to blow my load all over you.”

I blush and laugh, embarrassed. He smiles, then lays down beside me again. He watches me as he slides a hand down my stomach to my thighs.

“Open your legs for me,” he whispers.

I do as he asks, and he groans as he slides his fingers through my soaked pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, before taking my mouth again in another dominant, possessive kiss. His hand begins moving over my clit, periodically sliding down to my entrance, then back again.

He pulls away, looking down at his hand. “Goddess, you’re so fucking wet, Sloane.”

“It feels really good,” I whimper.

He growls, turning to look at me as his fingers begin to move over my clit. “Are you going to come for me, Sloane?” he asks. His eyes, almost completely black before, are the color of onyx now.

“Yes.”

“Come undone for me, Sloane. Let go and come for me,” he says, rubbing my clit faster.

“Benedict,” I moan.

“Oh, fuck yes. Say my name,” he growls.

“Benedict. Benedict! BENEDICT!” I scream as my body convulses as the orgasm rips through me.

He growls loudly, capturing my mouth with his, kissing me as I jerk from the orgasm. He slowly brings me down, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. Then he slides his hand to my entrance again, sliding a finger inside me.

He groans against my mouth, and somehow the kiss becomes even more possessive. I feel my body starting to climb up the mountain of pleasure again. When he slides a second finger inside me, it’s uncomfortable as he stretches me, but he somehow continues to make my body respond. When he curls his fingers, hitting me in just the right spot, my body jerks with another strong orgasm, clamping down on his fingers as he continues to thrust them in and out of me, forcing me to ride out my orgasm.

When he finally brings me down, he pulls his fingers out of me, pulling away from the kiss and bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking my arousal off his fingers.

“You taste fucking delicious,” he says, his voice so deep and growly that I barely recognize it as his.

Then he shifts his body over mine, lining himself at my entrance.

“Are you ready, Sloane?” he asks. I can feel his body shivering with his forced control.

“Yes,” I say, wrapping my legs around him.

“I take it you’re not on birth control?” he asks.

I shake my head no.

“I’ll pull out. Next time, I’ll make sure I have condoms,” he says, slowly sliding inside me while he holds my gaze.

I gasp as he stretches me. He takes his time, holding my gaze as he slides in and out until his hips are pressed tight against my body and I feel more full than I’ve ever felt before.

“How do you feel? Did you tear?” he asks through gritted teeth as he presses his forehead against mine.

“Aisling already healed me,” I say.

His head snaps up and his eyes widen. “Thank the goddess,” he says, and begins moving in and out of me more quickly.

“Oh, that feels good,” I say.

He continues to watch me, growling when he sees I’m about to come again. He begins thrusting faster, pushing me over the edge.

“Fuck,” he growls as my body clamps around him.

He pulls one of my legs up over his shoulder, somehow sliding even more deeply inside me.

I cry out as I feel my body starting the climb to yet another orgasm.

“Say my name this time,” he pants, struggling to maintain control. “When you come, say my name.”

I nod and he begins thrusting harder and faster, pushing me up and over the edge again.

“BENEDICT!” I scream as my body explodes around him again.

He snarls, yanking his cock out of me and pressing it against my stomach just as his body begins jerking and I feel the warm

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spray of his cum on my stomach and chest.

I hold on to him, both of us panting as our bodies slowly come down.

Then he looks at me, gently kissing my nose.

“We are so fucking good together. That was amazing, Sloane. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.”

I smile and nod, thankful that I gave myself the opportunity to experience this and knowing that when the time comes that I need to let him go, it’s going to be so much more difficult than I thought it would be.

Cedella

Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella’s storytelling style is immersive and addictive—perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.