32. Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Together.
I woke to a skittering, snuffling noise. Bartholomew was still draped over me, deep asleep. Carefully, I moved to the side, keeping my mate on top of me. He grunted, fisting my shirt. Teddy had insisted on us getting dressed before going to sleep. It was cold, but I’d wanted his bare skin against mine for the entirety of the night.
I cracked the tent open; the dimmed lights shouldn’t wake Bartholomew, especially with him under the blanket, but it was enough to see by. Pookie was racing around. On the walls. That was new. I was unaware of her ability to climb walls, but she acted happy enough, so I assumed it was normal for her species. Her tongue was lolling and her spiral tail was wiggling. Her broken leg was still elevated, but I assumed it was healing well because she’d put weight on it every few steps.
She snorted and scuttled over to me. I opened the tent wider, and she climbed in, settling beside me and Bartholomew. I ran my fingers over her soft ears, and she snorted, snuffling the blankets, and curled her legs up, making her even smaller. Pookie’s eyes closed, and she drifted off.
Here, at this moment, I was content. Bartholomew was on top of me, and Pookie was pressed against me. We were a small family, and I loved it. I’d desired this; I’d been jealous of Hallonnixmin and Gilvaxtin, then Kalvoxrencol and his mate, for quite some time. Now, I had what I’d always needed.
A hand joined mine on Pookie’s back. Bartholomew’s fingers twined with mine, and I smiled, drawing them to my lips to press gentle kisses to his knuckles. He peeked out from beneath the blankets, and I smiled.
“Good morning, Flower.”
He grunted.
Ah, my Teddy, he was not much of a talker. He did speak more now that he knew me better, but I doubted he’d ever be chatty, even with me. But I was alright with that. I loved my mate as he was.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked. He hadn’t woken with a nightmare last night, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t had one.
Another grunt.
Perhaps he was embarrassed about last night? I knew he’d enjoyed it, but in the light of day, or whatever we called this moment, perhaps he was struggling to find words. I tugged him up, making him squeak, then rolled on top of him.
Bartholomew’s cheeks were flushed. I was right, embarrassed. I nuzzled his neck, my scent growing. “I love you.”
His arms came around my back. “I love you too.”
Heat suffused my gut and spread to my limbs. I rubbed and nuzzled him. My mate. My lovely mate. I had to claim him. Everyone needed to know this small human was mine, and I had no intention of sharing or letting him go.
He hooked his legs around the backs of my thighs. “What did you want to do today?”
“Spend it with you.”
“You always spend it with me.”
“Is that a problem?” I asked, giving him a bright smile.
“No,” he answered, tracing my lips. “I want to spend every day with you.”
I squeezed him. “I love you so much, Flower. I will take care of you and make you happy and love you and—”
He covered my mouth. “I understand.”
“Good,” I said, voice muffled. “You can teach me more human games or we can play in the snow.”
“We could.” He arched beneath me, grinding his cock into me. “Or…”
My tail thrashed under the blanket, and a squeal was my only warning before Pookie started attacking me. She didn’t bite hard enough to hurt, but she certainly wanted to play. I wiggled my tail to the side, and she chased me. I laughed. I moved to the other side, and she chased. I burst into more laughter as I played with our daughter.
Bartholomew cupped my cheeks. “I love your laugh.”
My soul thumped and my tail went still.
“I love your smile.” He pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of my lips. “I love how you feel in my arms.”
I started to pant, unable to look away from him. His expression was utterly serious, as usual, but I saw the warmth.
“I love how nice you are. I love how you care. I love how you race around. I love how you protect me. I love how you play with me. I love how you love me.”
The backs of my eyes started to burn.
“I love your wide hands,” he said, kissing my fingers. “I love your shoulders.” He moved over my shoulders and to my butt. “I love your ass. Your tail. Your muscles. I love you, Honey. And it shocks me how much I do. I’ve never cared about someone like I do you. You’re so fucking special, Serlotminden, and I’m so lucky you’re mine.”
A tear escaped, and he kissed it, tongue swiping me.
“I know I struggle to talk, and I don’t want to hide from you. It’s… All of this is difficult for me, especially because I don’t feel like I deserve you.” I opened my mouth to assure my mate that he did indeed belong with me, but he stopped me with a hand over my lips. “I know what you’re going to say, and I’m just telling you what’s going on.” I offered him my throat in concession, and he smiled, stroking my neck. “I need you to know exactly how much I love you, and not because you tried to save me, not because you’re pretty, even though you are. I love you because you are you.” His cheeks were bright red. “Alright?”
Words were beyond me. I closed the space between us and claimed him. I licked his mouth open, then fucked it. Bartholomew grunted, rocking into me. His hard cock pressed into me, and I groaned. I craved him. I needed him. I wanted him. The potency of my desires stole my breath and filled my cock.
“Flower.”
“Push Pookie out of the tent, then fuck me,” he ordered.
I complied without question. Pookie squeaked in annoyance but scuttled out of the cabin. I closed the tent and focused on my mate. He bit his lip, and I licked him. He was still nervous about us. Fucking was new to him, but he had nothing to fear. We were meant for each other.
Bartholomew pulled me close, mouth on mine. We made quick work of our clothes, only separating when we had to. As soon as we were naked, I dragged my hands over him. He made impatient noises and reached for my cock, pumping it.
“Flower,” I groaned, rutting into his grasp.
“I need you.”
I rolled over so he was on top. Bartholomew stared at me, chewing on his lip again. I kissed his chin, enjoying the feel of his hair against my lips. I loved his beard so damn much. My tail slid up his leg and settled between his legs, tickling his pucker, then pressing against it. I slid it in leisurely circles over his tight hole.
“Fuck,” he bit out, tilting his head back. I nipped the knot in his throat, then sucked to leave a dark mark behind.
My tuft moved over his balls, and he squirmed. “Mindy.”
“Yes, Mate?” I asked as I kept torturing him with my tail.
“I need more.”
I ran a hand down his back, cupping his butt. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Shift so your backside faces my face.”
“You want to sixty-nine ?”
I had no idea what the numbers meant in this context. “You’ll suck me and fuck my mouth at the same time.”
His breath turned harsh.
I moved to swat his butt, as he’d liked the bite of my claws, but stopped. He might not enjoy it. “Can I spank you?”
Bartholomew groaned, nodding.
I spanked him, then rubbed the same spot. Pre-seed leaked from his cock onto my stomach. “Turn, Flower. Unless you don’t want to try this.”
His cheeks pinked, and he shoved his butt back, asking. I spanked him again, harder, and my mate moaned, and more pre-seed leaked onto me. I gave him a couple more raps before massaging the cheeks and pulling them apart.
“I want to,” he muttered against my lips.
“Then let me see your pretty butt.”
Slowly, Bartholomew turned around, and I growled at the sight of him in front of me. His butt cheeks were pink from my slaps, and his cock was dripping all over my chest. I pulled his cheeks apart and licked my lips at the sight of his tight pucker that had black hair around it.
Unable to resist, I shoved my face into him and licked. I moaned at the taste of him. Perfect. He was perfect.
“Mindy. Fuck, that feels so damn good.”
He moaned and writhed under my tongue, but I didn’t stop, desperate. I arched beneath him, wiggling. I was hard and needy for his warm mouth on me. One of his hands circled the base of my shaft and pumped. I moaned against him.
“Scream for me,” Bartholomew ordered right before he took my crown into his mouth, silky tongue circling my tip.
“Mate,” I whined beneath him.
“Louder,” he commanded, popping off my cock. “Louder, Mindy.”
He sucked me back into his mouth, and the point of his tongue prodded my slit. I screamed, fingers digging into his thighs. “Bartholomew!”
He took me in as deep as he could and pumped the rest, groaning around me and sending vibrations up my shaft. My tail curled around his arm, and I buried my tongue in his hole, making him grunt. I wanted my mate to feel as good as I did.
I pulled out, and Bartholomew protested around my cock. I repositioned his hips to take his leaking cock into my mouth. I groaned at the bitter salt of his pre-seed. I licked and sucked, fighting my orgasm that was swelling too rapidly under my mate’s insistent tongue. My balls were tight and my cock felt impossibly hard. Teddy made low grunts and desperate noises as he sucked me.
“Mate,” I rasped. “Fuck me.”
Bartholomew glanced back at me, panting. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nipped his butt. “You won’t.”
Taking his cock into my mouth, I urged his hips downward. Slowly, he filled my mouth, then withdrew. I moaned at the feel of him dragging over my tongue.
Bartholomew grunted, and his speed picked up until he was fucking my mouth in hard, fast strokes. “Honey. Fuck. You’re so damn warm.”
When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed. Bartholomew whimpered. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Holy fuck, Mindy.” I swallowed again, the muscles of my throat contracting around the crown of his cock. He slid out and instantly pressed back in with a groan. “Honey. Shit. That feels so fucking good.”
His thrusts grew faster and faster. Bartholomew had completely forgotten my cock as he chased his own pleasure, calling my name over and over again. I didn’t mind. He was new at this, and I wanted him to feel good. Besides, I loved the feel of his silky cock sliding over the scales on my tongue and hearing his smooth voice screaming for me.
“I’m coming,” he warned.
Warmth splashed over my tongue less than a breath later, and I swallowed his release, reveling in the taste. His hips thrust into my mouth, chasing his orgasm, until he sagged against me, panting.
I kissed his butt. My cock still craved attention, but I loved pleasing my mate more. “Did you like that?”
He didn’t reply with more than a tired grunt. Bartholomew grabbed my cock and rubbed the tip on his cheek, making me bite my lip. Shudders wracked my body at the softness of his skin on the sensitive glans. My breath turned harsh, and my hips bucked.
“I want you to come on my face.”
“Please, Flower,” I begged. “Please.” The thought of my seed covering his face made my soul thump and my cock twitch.
Bartholomew sucked on the tip, pumping my shaft. I screamed and writhed, hips canting. I was trying to keep from plunging into his throat, but it was hard. I wanted to chase the friction and warmth of his mouth. My mate kept working me in harsh jerks as his tongue flicked and laved over my tip.
“Louder,” he demanded, and I complied, gripping his hips as I begged, cried, and whimpered beneath him.
My cock jerked, balls tight, and I panted, “Now. I’m…” I couldn’t think of the word with the pleasure racing through me.
He sucked off me, hand shuttling up and down my shaft. “Come, Honey. I want to be dripping in it.”
“Bartholomew,” I shouted. My hips arched, and fire swept down my spine. Seed erupted from my tip. My hips canted as I gripped Bartholomew’s thighs, riding out my orgasm. I whined, writhing beneath him before I gasped, letting him go. My claws had left little red marks behind. I licked them between my pants, shaking.
“Let me see,” I demanded.
My mate turned around, and I growled at the sight of my seed covering him. I dragged him closer and licked his cheek.
Bartholomew moaned. “Yes, Honey. Fuck, yes.”
The sweet taste of my release clung to my tongue and mixed with his bitter one that lingered in the back of my throat. I cleaned him, not swallowing, then pressed my lips against his to feed him my release. He grunted, but Bartholomew’s tongue twined with mine. I forced all of it into his mouth, and he palmed my cheeks, keeping me close as he swallowed.
Breathing hard, he said, “We are going to do that again.”
I laughed. “So you liked it?”
“A lot.”
“All of it?” I needed to know.
“All of it.”
I snuggled him close. “We’ll try many things. I promise. After we return and I can better speak to you, we’ll do many many things.”
I held him and breathed in his scent as I allowed my soul to resume its normal pace. Bartholomew stroked my chest as he occasionally kissed me.
“Now what do you want to do today?” he asked.
I chuckled. “We should get clean, eat, drink some water, then maybe get some sun.”
“Will you hold me outside?”
“What?”
“Can we sit together for a while? I want to watch the snow and the trees in the distance.”
“Of course, we can.” I was desperate to hold my mate and be with him as we observed the world. I promised him I’d let him smell the flowers, and now, he’d invited me to join him. In the future, I always wanted to sit beside him, providing him with a safe space to breathe and be.