I Won't Beg You

Giselda
I lay in the bed for hours after I heard Milton come back from his run. It had been three days since he had spoken to me and it was killing me. I knew I shouldn’t have aura’ed him to stay behind when I went to see Gerry at the hotel but I didn’t want to run the risk of Gerry attacking him. I wasn’t so sure if we could trust him. I knew what Annie thought. She thought whatever Osprey did to him actually worked. I trusted her with everything in me, except for where *he* was concerned. How could I believe that he would leave Annie alone and allow me to be happy with Milton when I thought he was just putting on an act?
I thrashed on the bed silently while Angel mirrored my movements in my head, causing me to instantly develop a migraine. I didn’t want to fight with Milton. I just wanted to apologize and curl up in his arms and cry. It had crushed me to find out that she was sleeping with my mate. It had disintegrated my heart when we found out that she was pregnant. Not just disintegrated it, pulverized it into nothingness. She was to my mate what she was to her own mate. Everything. While I was nothing. Lower than dirt in his eyes. No matter what little act he put on, I knew he would never choose me over her. And I hated myself for even still caring.
Having had enough of not talking with Milton, I threw the covers back to jump out of the bed. I followed my nose to the living room, not that I needed to. It had been the same thing for days. He left before I woke up, avoided me all day, and then came home after he thought I was asleep. And I had let him. I knew he needed time. I knew he had more than a right to be pissed off at me. After spending a week wallowing in a depression caused by Gerry’s sudden reappearance, I aura’ed Milton to stay behind while I went to see him. I couldn’t even imagine what he was thinking, but I did know that I didn’t blame him for whatever it was. If I was honest with myself, it was probably still too nice considering what I had done.
“Milton,” I called softly when I stopped in the doorway. He stiffened on the couch, and another pang of regret moved through me. “Can we talk?”
“I don’t want to talk,” he growled.
“Then will you listen?” I asked nervously as I began to twist my hands together.
“Fine. I’ll listen,” he grudgingly agreed.
I hesitantly walked across the room to climb onto his lap, straddling him. “I’m not even going to try to apologize for my behavior, because I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I could make a thousand excuses about why I acted the way I did, but they would all be lies. I acted that way because I am selfish. I was so wrapped up in how Gerald made me feel that I never stopped to think about how my behavior would make you feel.” I paused to lightly drag my nails down his chest. “You should be angry with me. You should hate me. And I would fully understand why you left if you chose to.” I leaned down to kiss his lips.
“But I pray that you don’t. I pray that you give me a chance to prove to you that I don’t want Gerald. I want you to give me a chance to prove to you that I can be a mate that’s actually worthy of you. I don’t want you to think that I am not completely in love with you. I don’t want you to wonder when I leave the house if I’m going to come home. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. And I really wish that I was strong enough to let you go, but I’ve already proven that I’m selfish.”
I fell silent as I looked down into his eyes, begging him to understand how much I truly adored him. He held my gaze, refusing to look away and all that did was make me more anxious. Was he holding it because he was trying to make me submit? Or was he trying to convey something to me? Forgiveness, preferably, but I wasn’t counting on it. When he finally sighed before reaching up to cup my face, I silently celebrated. I had really missed his touch. Desperately if I was honest with myself. He pulled me down for a kiss before making me rest my forehead against his.
“Promise me that you won’t make decisions by yourself if they are possibly going to affect us negatively.”
“Never again,” I promised.
“And don’t ever aura me again,” he told me.
“I swear.”
“Alright then, I forgive you.”
I shifted on top of him, groaning a little when he got hard under my movements. His hands moved over my back before cupping my ass.
“I think this is the part of the fight when you ask me to come back to bed for some make-up sex,” he told me huskily.
I swallowed hard before nodding. “Will you please come to bed and dick me down real good?”
His hands moved up my back, sliding under my tank top before moving back down into my pants to cup my ass with no barrier between us.
“You know, I think I might have to take it back,” he murmured. “I wouldn’t mind if you aura’ed me to make love to you whenever you wanted me to.” He squeezed my ass. “Come on, Miss Beta, order me to bed.”
I sat up to slowly rotate my hips as I fisted his shirt in my hand before pulling him up a little as I let out my aura teasingly. “Take me to bed, where you will make love to me before we go to work. And when we get home, you will make love to me again because I want to have your cub. So you have a lot of work to do to make your beta sow happy,” I moaned, my commanding voice turning into a softer, aroused one.
His hazy, lustful eyes almost glowed at me from under his eyelashes. “A cub, huh?”
“Yes, A cub,” I moaned. “Your cub. My cub, Our cub.”
He groaned as his hands went to my waist. “Why aren’t you already riding me, Giselda? The bed is so far away,” he practically whined.
I carefully, but quickly got up before shedding my clothes while he wiggled out of his pants. I slid back onto his lap, immediately taking him deep inside of my pussy while he tugged his shirt off. I began to rock my hips back and forth, riding him quickly as his fingers dug into my hips. I tossed my head back as my body coiled in anticipation of cumming. I scratched down his chest, moaning his name repeatedly while he thrust up into me hard. He reached between us to furiously rub my clit, immediately sending me into an orgasm. As I was riding the crest, he skillfully flipped our positions so that he was on top.
He pulled out just long enough to put my legs together over his arm before slamming to the hilt back inside of me, making me cry out as spurts of ecstasy continued to pour through me. It didn’t take long before I was soaring high again, screaming his name again as he pulled out of me to change my position again, this time rolling me toward the back of the couch with one leg straight between his while he had my other one up over his shoulders as he went back pounding into me. My back arched, pressing my breasts into the couch cushions. After a few deep thrusts he spanked my ass hard, leaving my skin stinging as the pleasure pain sent me into another earth shattering, quaking orgasm that had me incoherently crying out words I couldn’t identify.
He grunted before pulling out of me to shift my position again, putting my back on the floor, hips on the lip of the couch, and my feet curled back toward my face. Before I could ask what he was doing, he moved to the edge of the couch, angling his cock so he could enter me again. My head dropped back against the floor as this new position had him filling me in a way that he hadn’t before. I moaned louder with each of his thrusts as my body coiled rapidly for the fourth time. This time when I dove head first off the cliff, his guttural sounds of passion told me he was right beside me as I floated. After a few moments of him just pulsing inside of me, he pulled out far enough so that only his tip was left inside of me. He stroked his shaft, squeezing it hard.
“What are you doing?” I giggled.
“Making sure that you have as much of my cum inside of you as possible,” he said, smirking.
After he pulled out of me fully, I went to shift but he caught my legs, keeping me in place. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“What are you doing now?” I asked.
“We’re letting gravity do its job.”
“Gravity?” I repeated, confused.
“Yes. My swimmerscum is here,” he said, touching my pussy lips. “We need them here.”
He trailed his fingers up my stomach to where I knew he thought my ovaries were, making me smile a little.
“Why do I get the feeling that I’m about to be really sore?”
“Because, baby, you are. And trust me, it’ll be both of our pleasure to make you that way.”
I groaned because I knew that over the next few days he was going to drive me crazy and I was going to thoroughly enjoy the process. And when it was over, I was going to make him do it all over again, simply because I was the beta sow, and he was, well, my beta boar. My. Beta. Boar. Mine.