CHAPTER EIGHT #2
“Nope. We met him like forever ago in the Other World. It’s not my fault you two don’t remember that,” my bear grumbled as I took my sweet time folding up my t-shirt and then undoing my belt.
Wess added it to the pile as soon as I laid it down on the sofa.
He was really going to strap me to the massage table.
Anyone else I’d have sent walking while I laughed my ass off.
Sure, it was one thing for guy to hold me down during fun but that was all a perception.
I’d bite a face off if I wanted things to stop and they didn’t.
This was different. Sure, I could shift and break the table and the belts but it was a nice table.
Still, off came my pants and I was happy I wore my blue jingle bell boxer shorts. They were new and cute.
“As cute as they are,” he pointed to the floor and I blushed.
Still, I took my time folding up my jeans and laying them on the sofa with my shirt.
If I was testing Wess’s patience, he didn’t show it.
He watched patiently, his icy eyes raking up and down my body.
I ran my hands over my stomach out of habit.
I’d mostly bounced back since Baby Andy was born but I could tell where all the tiny differences in my body were.
Could he? He didn’t look like he cared if he did.
“If anyone has a problem with post-birth bodies, they shouldn’t sire babies or date omegas. They should stick to taking it from alphas,” my bear said and I bit back a chuckle.
“That’s better,” Wess said. “I seen that grin.”
“My bear’s funny,” I shrugged and, caught up in the moment, found the courage to finish undressing.
Wess closed the space between us again and I expected another kiss. Instead of my lips that kiss landed on my forehead and he lifted me up and sat me down on the massage table. A squeak escaped me. Not many people carried bear shifters around – not even omega bear shifters.
Once I was seated naked and comfy on the massage table, Wess kissed me. Our tongues met between our hungry mouths, and he trailed his soft fingers over my belly and chest, playing with the light, curly hair that grew there.
“Do I need to turn the heat up for you?” he whispered when the kiss broke.
“No,” I shook my head. “I might not be as tolerant of the cold as you, but I do have some cold tolerance.”
“Let me know if you get too cold or too hot,” he said and waited for me to nod my understanding before kissing me again.
We kissed for a long time, exploring each other’s mouths while the tension snuck out of my shoulders.
He caressed my arms and thighs, touching me everywhere but the center of my body.
“Stretch out and get comfy for me,” he said. “Face in the face place.”
“Face cradle,” I said. “That’s what it’s actually called.”
“Then cradle your face for me, love,” he grinned.
I stretched out on my belly and my back cracked as if some of the tension that glued my joints into place had actually ran away from my new mate.
I slid my face into the cradle, thinking about how many times I wished I could’ve laid on my belly while pregnant.
Carrying a cub kept you more or less trapped on your side any time you laid down once you started to bump out.
I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands because having my arms strapped to my sides read more straight jacket than sexy.
Though, Wess didn’t go straight for the belts.
He ran his big, surprisingly warm hands up and down my back before rubbing in circles as if he was attempting to coax the blood to the surface of my skin.
His hands sunk lower. His fingertips brushed against the top of my ass.
I relaxed into the table, staring down at the clean carpet with fresh vacuum lines that I didn’t have to put there.
“Stay here,” he said and disappeared again.
It was strange laying naked and alone while face down on a massage table.
I wiggled my toes and stretched my legs, wondering what he was up to now.
He was rummaging around in the kitchen and was either coming back with a wooden spoon or a snack.
I hoped it was a snack for everyone’s sake.
A moment later, he came back with a bowl of chips that he sat just in arm’s reach. Maybe food was his kink.
“In case you need a snack,” Wess said and went back to rubbing my back.
Tentatively I grabbed a chip, wondering if it was a test or a treat.
It was a chip from my kitchen. So it was eatable, but it was the first time someone brought me a ‘not sexy’ food during foreplay.
Still, I wasn’t going to complain. These cheesy tortilla chips were some of my favorites at the moment.
After I finished my chip, Wess’s big, strong fingers dug into my back muscles and pain shimmied up my back before relief flooded over me.
He continued digging into my muscles, deep-tissue style from my neck down to my tailbone.
It was different than the soft massage he gave my shoulders earlier.
No way I’d fall asleep while his fingers dug into the knots in my back until they relented and went to whatever place in the pit was reserved for such things.
He massaged lower and started to give my ass cheeks the same rough treatment.
I was already slick. Had been since the moment we found ourselves alone again.
Only his massaging made me hard too and I had to shift my position on the table.
His hands stopped and I froze. Some alphas had this whole power trip thing about wanting you to hold still.
“Get comfy,” Wess said and a little more tension I didn’t know I was holding onto left me.
I rearranged myself and he resumed his massaging.
His evil fingers massaged so close but never slipped between my cheeks.
Instead, he moved on to massage my thighs, calves, and feet, working his way down one side of my body and back up the other until he arrived back at my shoulders.
Wess leaned over me and licked up the back of my neck.
A chill shimmied down my spine, making my toes curl.
He licked up to my ear and nibbled my earlobe a second before pulling away.
“I’m trying to gage how much more encouragement you need to relax and stay that way. Do you want the belts?”
“What do you plan on doing with them? Tying me up how, exactly?” I asked.
“I can’t wait until we’re inside his head,” my bear said from inside his inner sanctum.
“That’s something we can experiment with if you don’t have a preference,” he said, massaging my back again. “If it’s going to stress you out it defeats the purpose in making you relax.”
“Maybe my hands,” I said, putting them together. “Not behind my back, though. I am not under arrest.”
“Yeah, that’s a stressful position too. It works for some people, though.”
“Uh… Just how much experimenting did you do with yetis?” I asked.
“Enough to know that,” he shrugged and grabbed the thinnest belt from the sofa.
He pulled up the ottoman that went with the armchair and sat down in front of me.
He wound the belt around my wrists and did this quick loop thing between them that left them pinned together.
I was a brute. So, of course, I had to test them.
I could stretch the leather by applying steady pressure.
I could snap it in a pinch, but since it was one of my favorite belts, only in a pinch.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Snug but okay,” I said. “I can still run away.”
“Who are you running from?” he asked, his expression turning serious.
“Eh, I should say, I’m able to run towards the problem when it shows up,” I laughed.
“Let me take care of the problems while you’re tied up. I’ll just freeze them,” he said.
“If Venal shows up with more bullshit, I’ll call for you.”
Wess grinned and kissed me without saying a word.
Did he think I was mean for joking about freezing my baby daddy?
He didn’t smell like he did but I wasn’t thinking clearly.
The true-mate magic wanted more and demanded to have it.
I was hard and slick and the world beyond the massage table and Wess seemed further away than ever.
He circled around the table and then to the far side of the room where his trunk and backpack were.
“No ice on my ass!” I called over my shoulder.
“You’d have to make a special request for that. I’m not just going to offer to rub my ice all over your ass,” he said, unzipping his backpack. “Plus, if it melts in your mouth….”
I blushed hard and tried to crane my neck to see what he was going for. From this angle most of what I saw looked like a first aid kit and other survival gear like rope and stuff.
“What are you looking for?” I asked, trying and failing to sound casual.
Wess didn’t answer me but continued to rummage through his bag, unzipping pockets and undoing buttons as if he’d forgotten where he packed everything. Maybe the true-mate response magic was messing with his head too.
“If you’re looking for lube, I think I’m slick enough. If you’re looking for condoms… Well, we should talk about that because they sort of don’t let you have big families.”
“I didn’t bring condoms because I figured it would seem like I expected my host to put out,” he shrugged.
“Then what are you looking for?” I asked but he still didn’t answer.
I started to wonder if he was just trying to make me impatient now that he had me all tied up.
I put my face back into the cradle and tried not to think about it too much.
Sure, I was curious and horny and missed how his hands moved over me, but I wasn’t going to give in and let him know just how much. I could play it cool and put together.