Chapter 14 #2
Her long lashes fly wide, then her eyes fill with tears. “What?”
“You heard me.” I want her naked so badly, it hurts. “You’re my mate. You are all that is precious to me. I would walk away from this revenge plan right now if it meant you came with me,” I tell her, realizing it’s true.
Her eyes glitter with unshed tears.
“My beautiful starshine. Come with me.” I cup her face. “We’ll get Liora and Oriana out and run away.”
Now I suddenly understand how my mom could give up her own freedom to ensure mine. She felt this kind of love.
Aster doesn’t answer, though. A tear escapes one of her eyes, running down toward her ear.
Fuck.
I asked too soon. She’s not ready to leave her pack, her life, her elevated role with the evil pack that’s all she’s ever known. And she just took the time to explain to me what she loves about it. I can’t ask her to give up her magic. Who she is. Everything she’s known.
“Nevermind,” I tell her. “Don’t answer. It’s too soon. I’m sorry.”
To distract her, to soothe her, or maybe just to appease my wolf, I apply my mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking as I slide a hand up her sweatshirt to cup her supple breast. I push the shirt up to her armpits and apply my tongue to one nipple, tracing a spiral around her areola, starting on the outside and working my way in toward the beaded peak.
I flick her stiffened nipple with my tongue.
A full-body shiver runs through her body, and my wolf gets smug.
Aster yanks her shirt off over her head and works on unbuttoning my flannel as I apply my tongue to her other breast. Her hips roll beneath mine, rubbing over my hardened dick, making me pant like I’m running a race–and wolves rarely get out of breath.
She tugs at my shirt, yanking it off my arms before I kiss my way down the soft plane of her belly, then swirl the tip of my tongue in her belly button while my hand strokes down her hip to squeeze her ass.
I want to claim her. My canines have lengthened. My dick throbs. What if I could mark her without taking her virginity? Maybe that would stave off moon madness. My wolf would know she was mine, but she would get to keep her powers.
Fuck.
I should have paid more attention to the birds and bees talks our alpha subjected us to in high school.
Must. Taste. My wolf is growing frantic from the scent of her arousal leaking between her legs.
Yes, I can taste her. I can still pleasure our mate whether she lets me claim her or not.
I yank her sweatpants down and pull one of her knees up and open to spread her sex, resting her leg over my shoulders. Her belly flutters in and out on shuddering breaths. I lick into her with a firm, hard stroke.
She gasps, arching her bare breasts up to the ceiling. Her leg clamps down on my shoulders, inner thigh trembling.
That’s right, starshine. You’re so beautiful when you scream for me.
And I do intend to make her scream. I will spend the whole night with my head between her legs if she wants me there.
I slide the tip of my tongue around her entrance, making a hardened point with it to penetrate her.
I take my time, fucking her with the tip of my tongue until she starts tugging at my hair with an urgency that can only mean she’s getting close.
My wolf is getting feral, though. He wants me to bite her thigh. To mark her now before I’ve even made her come.
So maybe marking is possible without penetration. But of course, I won’t do it. Not without her consent.
I have to get my wolf back under control.
I drag deep breaths in through my nostrils to put him on a leash as I work on making my mate come. I lave her swollen clit with my tongue, giving it the attention it deserves. As it swells longer, I’m able to affix my lips over the tiny nubbin and suck.
I feel the vibration of Aster’s scream as her pelvic floor muscles gather up, pulsing and squeezing while her knee squeezes against my shoulder. The scream goes on and on as her body jerks on the bed, powerful pulses ripping through her body, her arousal leaking down my chin.
I wait until she finishes, then kiss her mons, down one side of her labia and up the other, over her swollen entrance, along her inner thighs. I shower kisses between her legs with the reverence of a man at worship.
My cock is harder than granite, but I ignore the pain.
“Expect more of that,” I tell her when I lift my face, licking her juices from my lips. “All fucking night.”
“I love you,” she blurts, like she’s been waiting for me to lift my head and read her perfect pillowy lips. “How do you sign it? Like this?” She gives me the arms crossed at the chest sign for love.
I smile. “Yes, that’s the way.” I return the sign, pointing slowly at myself, crossing my arms and pointing at her.
“Also like this.” I hold up my thumb, index finger and pinky in the ASL sign ILY, for I love you.
“Or this.” I point at myself, push my closed fist away from my chin, then point at her.
“That one is more for casual. Like I love chocolate. This one is for lovers.” I go back to the first sign of arms crossed over the chest in the sign for hug.
She repeats it back to me. “I love you, Noah. I just…”
No. I sign. “Don’t.” I don’t want to hear if she’s telling me she can’t be mine. “Just wait. I pushed. I don’t want you to decide anything yet.”
Aster spells O-K with her fingers, her eyes soft. I devour her with another ravenous kiss, but when my descending canines nearly puncture her lip, I pull back.
Fuck. I need to take care of this hard-on before I do something I’ll regret. I back off the bed and hold up a finger to let her know I’ll be back in a minute.
In the bathroom, I close the door and pull my cock out. I’m so hot for my mate this will only take a minute.
I face the tub allowing myself to remember the way Aster looked under the spray of water.
Mine.
The possessive word lays itself across my mind at the same time Aster reaches around and grips my cock. A shudder of pleasure runs through my body.
My wolf celebrates the fuck out of her claim on me. On my dick.
I move my hand, so it covers her smaller softer palm fisting the base of my root. My fingers close over the tops of hers, and I savor the feeling of her touch, her scent, as I slowly guide her fist up toward the tip, working the blood into the head.
She wraps one slender arm around my waist, pressing her naked body against my back. I turn to the side, so I can watch her in the mirror.
Mine.
I feel her assertion with more force this time. She is as possessive as I am. Or her wolf is. She may not be fully on board yet, but her body knows we belong together. Her wolf is making an alpha female claim on me.
I’m dying to be inside her. To fuck her long and hard. To drive into her and watch her face contort with pleasure when I make her come. To experience the privilege of sliding in and out of her tight channel as I coat my dick with the nectar she’s making just for me.
Aster slides her free hand down past my waist to caress my balls.
Oh fuck. Oh fate.
That’s all it takes. My balls pump and cum shoots down the length of my cock, spurting in ribbons into the tub.
Next time it will be into Aster’s mouth. Or over her tits. My thoughts turn disrespectful as I catalogue all the things I want to do to my gorgeous mate now that I know she’s a willing participant.
We can survive me never coming inside her if that’s what she wants. There are plenty of other ways to please each other. Especially if I can mark her.
I grab a washcloth and clean up, keeping one arm around my mate to keep her close.
Thank you, I sign.
She shakes her head at me, frowning.
Mine. She lays the word down fiercely in my mind.
I smile. Yes, I sign. I’m yours.
I love that she’s finding non-verbal ways to communicate with me. Finding a way into my world instead of asking me to push into the hearing world. She spent the afternoon asking me different signs and practicing her alphabet for fingerspelling. Which must mean she’s sticking around, right?
Fuck, I hope so.
I pick her up to straddle my waist. After carrying her to the living room, I set her on the couch and make a fire to warm the night chill from the place.
Hungry? I sign.
She remembers the sign from yesterday, and her face lights up. She signs yes, with a smile that nearly brings me to my knees.
This is what my mate looks like when she’s sated. This is what it’s like to care for her needs.
I can’t think of any greater privilege.