Chapter 46

“I want you to knot me again,” I said, reaching for his still-twitching cock.

Ace backed away and growled. “No. You’re shaking, and I can hear your stomach growling. I’ll only fuck you again if you eat.”

I whined. ~Why do I have to have such a caring mate? Just once, can’t he be a selfish bastard?~

Ace regarded me silently for a few seconds. “Fine. I didn’t want to have to do this, but it seems you’ve left me no choice.”

Before I knew what was happening, he swept me up into his arms and carried me out of my nest and into the kitchen.

He plopped me down on one of the stools at the island and took a step away from me. “Stay,” he ordered.

I pouted and opened my mouth to argue, but he abruptly wrapped his hand around my neck, his thumb on my throat. His hold wasn’t tight, but a warning to do as he said.

“I mean it, mate. Don’t move.”

It was as if he had flicked a switch in my mind. His grip on me forced me to relax and give in to what he wanted. My heart rate slowed, and my body slumped with a strange sense of tranquility.

It wasn’t scary or uncomfortable, but a testament to how the mate bond could console and mollify at the drop of a hat.

“Okay,” I agreed. “I won’t move.”

With one final squeeze and a look that nearly made me bear my neck in submission, Ace released me and walked to the fridge.

I watched him closely, taking in every inch of his beautiful physique. Even after losing some weight, he was still so incredible.

I wondered how he could remain so confident even when he was butt-ass naked—but then realized that I was in the exact same state.

But unlike every other time I’d been in the nude around Ace, I didn’t feel a single shred of shame. Instead, I felt urgent, and needy, and achy.

I wanted to lick every inch of his hard body and then bite down on his firm, muscular ass, marking him as my own the same way he marked me.

~Anyone who sees his perfect ass must know he belongs to me!~

Heat. That was my heat talking.

~Is it? Or am I just blaming all my questionable desires at the moment on my heat?~

Once Ace had gathered what he needed from the fridge and cabinets, he sat down in the chair next to me.

“Come here, baby.” He pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him, our chests pressed together. “Since this seems to be the only way to get through to you…”

“What—?” My words were cut short as he raised and then lowered me onto his cock. ~“Ooh…”~

“Christ, you feel good.” He squeezed my ass. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I began grinding down on his dick, my mouth dropping open. “Ace…,” I moaned.

Ace’s hard grip forced me to stop. I frowned.

“Let me handle the fucking.” With one hand on my butt, he started to slide me up and down his hard length.

He reached for the pre-made cold pasta salad with his other hand and gave it to me, along with a fork. “You focus on eating your pasta. If you stop, I stop.”

I didn’t care. I was too focused on trying to move my hips faster.

Ace stopped any movement between us again. I cried out in protest, and another cramp started to form. My omega was making her demands clear. I needed his knot ~now~.

“It hurts, Ace. Please fuck me. ~Please.~”

“I know, Doe. I’m sorry, but I need to make sure you hear me. This isn’t happening unless you eat. If you stop eating, I’ll stop fucking you. Say those words so I know you understand.”

I looked down at the container of pasta I was holding and then back at him. I pushed my omega needs down so I could make sense of what he was saying.

“If I stop eating, you’ll stop fucking me,” I repeated slowly.

“Good girl.” He gave me an expectant look.

I quickly tore the top of the pasta container off and dug my fork into its tasty-looking creamy tomato sauce. I picked up a piece of rigatoni and brought it to my mouth.

I didn’t process the flavor. I didn’t process anything other than Ace finally moving his hips once more as he resumed fucking me slowly. The pain in my belly dissipated slightly, and I sighed.

“Feel better?” Ace asked as he kissed the side of my breast, sucking lightly.

I nodded and threw my head back. It took every ounce of my self-control to focus on chewing and not dropping my food all over his chest.

~Although, maybe that would be a good thing. I wouldn’t mind eating the rest of my pasta off his abs.~

Ace’s thrusts slowed. “Another bite, Doe. Go on.”

~Oh.~ I swallowed. I hadn’t even noticed. I followed his orders and scooped more into my mouth.

And so it went on. I ate, and Ace fucked me. Anytime I stopped chewing or forgot to take another bite, Ace patiently waited for me to eat more and then continued with his sweet torture.

Any food I spilled, he licked from my body. Or I licked from his. Every once in a while, I fed him a bite or two.

Eventually, he got tired of shifting me up and down his shaft and lifted me onto the kitchen counter.

This new position lined my pussy up perfectly with Ace’s pelvis and provided him with the opportunity to fuck me even harder.

I caught on pretty quickly to the fact that he was moving at the pace of my chewing, so the faster I chewed, the faster he’d thrust.

Soon, the entire Tupperware container of pasta was empty, and Ace’s knot was swelling at the base of my pussy again.