CHAPTER TEN
Preston
Nightshade Bear Territory
A moan escaped my lips into the kiss as Wess’s strong fingers dug into my ass cheeks.
His tongue swept around my mouth and twirled around my own, fanning the fire burning deep inside me.
Phantom fur brushed against me on the inside.
My bear reached out for the polar bear dwelling inside Wess.
Only, the bears wouldn’t be able to reach each other until after we exchanged our claiming vows.
Two little bites and a few mouthfuls of clear magical fluid changed so much.
Our claiming glands were on our shoulders, and they only filled with the memory-storing fluid once we met each other.
The exchange of bites was meant to give us just enough information about the other person not to feel crazy for falling in love so quickly.
Only, being around Wess made me feel sane.
It was as if broken little shards of my life that never made sense before, made sense with him around.
He was hard underneath me and his thick cock brushed against me every time he breathed, keeping me aware of just how much he wanted me.
Before, everything had been about me. It was hard to participate with my hands literally belted together.
Reaching down, I squeezed his dick through his pants and, caught off guard, he moaned into the kiss.
I kissed him harder, twirling my tongue around his like he was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted – and he was!
He tasted like fate and destiny and the rest of my life.
No more Pheromone Swap hookups. No more late nights with teething babies alone.
No more lying awake, unable to sleep with no one to talk to.
We had a million little moments stretched out in front of us and I wanted to revel in each and every one of them.
Yuletide was just the start of it and it was Baby Andy’s first Yuletide at that.
My eyes misted over and Wess pulled away from the kiss.
“I’m okay,” I said before he asked what was wrong with me. “I’m happy. It’s been like this a lot more often since having the baby. It’s like my expressions are written on my face and I couldn’t play poker now if I wanted to. I’d probably get the winning hand and cry for joy, only to lose.”
Wess wiped away a stray tear with his thumb and kissed me softly on the forehead.
He held my face in his hands and stared into my teary eyes.
Yeah, we’d done this before in some other place and time.
We laid just like this and held onto each other and now he’d come back to me.
We kissed again, slower this time, savoring the taste of each other’s tongues dancing between our mouths.
Slowly, we undressed each other and I didn’t even bother to fold up the clothes as they came off and got slung around the living room.
“Bedroom,” I murmured against his lips. “Carpet burn sucks.”
Wess stood up, taking me with him, as if I was light.
We kissed all the way down the hall and into my bedroom.
Our bears provided us with night vision, so we didn’t bother turning the lights on.
We fell into my bed, laughing and kissing, a naked ball of arms and legs, stretched out on our sides together.
I took his dick in my hand again and this time his clothes weren’t in the way.
I stroked him, reveling in the warmth and strength of the muscle pulsating against my palm and fingers.
He was thick and long, slightly curved with a vein that I could’ve spent eternity tracing again and again.
His scent plunged into my lungs with each and every breath until everything smelled like him – like home.
He slid his hand down my belly and over my hard dick with just a few teasing caresses.
He cupped my balls keeping them out of the way with some of his fingers and slid his middle finger home into my slick, hungry omegahole.
I moaned into the kiss, feeling a roar building up inside me.
My bear brushed against my ribs again, eager for us to get on with it.
The true-mate magic tugged at me, wanting to speed things up but Wess and I took our time anyway.
We savored each second and every little touch we exchanged that fueled the fire burning between our naked bodies.
I ran my free hand up and down his chest, toying with the light bed of white chest and belly hair that matched the color of that on his head.
Somewhere along the way, he’d put his long hair up into an improvised manbun that kept it out of our way.
When I couldn’t take his teasing any more, I flipped him onto his back and kissed him hard.
Reaching down, I took his hard, throbbing dick in my hand again and stroked him a few more times before shifting my weight, and teasing my slick hole with the thick, mushroom-shaped head of his cock.
He moaned and thrust up, knocking into my butt cheek.
We both laughed as I took a hold of him again.
This time I wasted no time before lubing him up with my own slick and pushing him home into my body.
He bit his lip, and I kissed him until he stopped and opened his mouth and met my tongue with his own.
I slid down over him, slowly, taking my time and savoring the sensation of all my nerve endings waking up again.
Pleasure flushed my face and my heart thrummed hard in my ears.
I wiggled down on him, taking him in inch by inch and watching the pleasure in his icy eyes bloom as my body consumed him.
Wess pulled me down close and we kissed hard, our tongues battling it out to see who could lick the other the most. His teeth grazed against my bottom lip, releasing the coppery tang of blood into our mouths.
He squeezed my ass as our bodies found the rhythm between them.
I rode him, rocking on his dick as the pressure built inside me.
I lost myself to his hungry mouth and the sensation of him rubbing all over my insides, warm and firm.
His fingers squeezed my ass again and I hugged his dick tight with my body.
He moaned into the kiss, and I roared back unable to hold the sound in any longer.
He traced my shoulders with his long, nimble fingers as we kissed until he found my claiming gland.
I winced as he pressed against it, but the sting didn’t last long and soon it would be empty and all the memories the magic held important would pour inside of him.
He’d hold onto them with me, knowing my life almost as well as he knew his own.
Wess licked over my gland, teasing the tautly pulled skin with his tongue.
He licked in circles and around the edges, slowly applying more and more pressure until I thought it might burst from licking alone.
“Ready, mate?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
“I think I’ve been ready since the moment you walked into Lero’s house today,” I admitted, turning my face aside to give him more room.
He placed one more promising kiss on it before bringing out a single canine.
I watched from the corner of my eye, wondering if it was his bear canine or if snow demons had fangs.
I’d ask later or maybe the claiming vows would let me know.
My train of thought exploded again as the elongated tooth broke the surface of the gland and clear magical fluid poured out.
Wess lapped it up, hungrily, drinking in my memories and swallowing down a magical part of me.
I couldn’t see what the claiming vows showed him, but I didn’t have any secrets to keep from him.
When my gland ran dry, he claimed my mouth in a hard kiss and our hips rocked again.
Smooth, frictionless thrusts made me bite my lip, but I growled anyway.
It all felt too good to keep my mouth shut.
Wess’s big, strong hands kneaded into my ass cheeks again and I found his claiming gland.
Its icy surface burnt cold against my lips.
I licked it a time or two but a shiver shimmied down my spine.
Wess laughed and my thoughts must’ve rolled over him from our half-open mating link.
“Yeah, the stuff inside is probably icy,” he nodded, squeezing my ass again.
“Trying to give me a damn brain freeze,” I teased him and licked over it one more time before borrowing my bear’s canine tooth.
I pricked the taut skin over Wess’s claiming gland with the very tip, careful not to hurt him.
I wanted good stuff full of memories and not his blood. That needed to stay inside his body.