Chapter 52 Todd
Chapter Fifty-Two
Todd
Ch-ch-ch-changes
I mean, technically, Jax didn’t forbid me from fucking Mal. In fact, that day he came over and we talked on my front porch, he told me I could fool around with him and “maybe” I shouldn’t fuck him.
But it was not an order, and while I’ve wanted to stick to the intent of the caution…
Yeeeaah.
Normally, I’m not a loophole kind of guy, but fuck it.
Fuck.
It.
I am beyond the point of reason once Mal says yes to whatever this next step will be for us. My heart will be shredded if he has to leave, but at least I’ll have this sweet memory of finally fucking him.
Maybe he won’t have to leave.
Maybe he won’t have a mate bond with someone during initiation.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
But for certain, right now, I need him. I need to sheath my cock inside his body and make him mine in the only way I can for right now, unless or until I get to completely make him mine.
Not that I’m sure what that entails.
No, I’ve never felt like this before. Unfortunately, I’ve never talked to another grown male elk about how we claim mates, or if we even claim mates. The predators all do—wolves and other canines, the big cats, the bears.
When Dad died, I was still too young for that talk, and Mom is a human. I know they had a bond, but honestly? I’d rather masturbate in the middle of downtown Tampa than ask my mom sex and mating questions.
I just…can’t.
Yes, I get that’s stupid and ironic, all at the same time, that I can get my slut on but I can’t make myself ask Mom questions like that.
While my couch is large and comfy, as I slant my lips over Mal’s for another possessive kiss I realize I do not want my first time with this man to be on my sofa.
I want him in my bed.
And I rarely bring people into my bed. Sam, Jax and Shawn…
And that’s it.
When I sit up, Mal tries to sit up too, reaching for me. I stand and scoop him into my arms, his arms circling my neck and pulling me in for another kiss.
Carrying him to my bedroom, I kick the door shut behind us and drop him onto my bed so I can shove my jeans off. He rips off what’s left of his shirt—whoops, I’m going to owe him a new one—and shimmies out of his jeans, or tries to, because he’s still wearing his work boots.
I grab his feet and make quick work of unlacing the work boots, tossing them over my shoulders before I grab his jeans by the hems and yank them and his briefs off.
He reaches for me as I climb onto the bed, caging him with my arms so I can kiss him again.
I cannot stop kissing him. I’m addicted to him, and if this isn’t a mate bond, then what is it? I’ve been crazy-attracted to guys before, but never anything like this.
Ever.
Not even close.
Never at what feels like a cellular level, deep inside my soul.
I grab his wrists and pin them over his head and spend a long moment staring into his grey eyes. “This may add a level of complication to our lives,” I hoarsely manage.
He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. I want this—I want you.”
“We need to have a fuckin’ talk,” I say. “And soon.”
“Later,” he whines.
He lifts his head, trying to kiss me, and I slant my lips over his again to oblige. Then I press my forehead against his, pinning his head to the pillow beneath him, trying to ignore the way our erections are rubbing against each other.
“Baby,” I gasp, “I can’t un-fuck you once this happens.”
“I’m not a virgin, Todd.” He stares up at me, a mix of feral defiance and lust burning in his gaze. “If Jax won’t throw you out over this, then please do it, because I need you.”
I kiss him again and he wraps his legs around me—goddamn the pup is agile—and is humping me even as I still have his arms pinned to the bed.
Stretching, I release his wrists as I reach for the nightstand and yank the drawer open so I can find the bottle of lube in there. I know a lot of omegas get slick, but I’m not one to risk hurting him.
The sheets will also need to be changed, because we’re about to make one hell of a mess, I’m sure.
Squirting a bunch in my hand, I slather it all over me while Mal practically launches his hips up at me.
I laugh and brace myself with my left arm and hold the base of my cock with my right, sliding it between his ass cheeks as I stare into his eyes.
He wraps his arms around my neck, unblinking as he returns my gaze.
Finding his rim, I slowly press for entrance. His lips part, eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “Yeeesss!”
I hear it.
But he doesn’t say it.
I wipe my hand off on the sheet and grab Mal’s chin. “Look at me.”
He forces his eyes open while rocking his hips, desperately trying to coax me deeper, but I hold my position with the head of my cock just inside his rim.
“I’ve never been able to mentally communicate with another shifter before, like we did during our run.” Then I think to him. “Can you hear me?”
He starts to nod when he freezes, his eyes wide as he realizes what I’ve done. “Yes,” he whispers.
I shake my head and wait, and he finally gives me what I want.
“Yes,” he thinks to me.
“I don’t know if this is a mate bond or what,” I say aloud, “but we need to talk to Jax ASAP.”
Something akin to horror washes across his features. “Right now?”
I chuckle. “No. Not right now. This first.”
He nods, smiling, and I flex my hips, making a little more progress. He’s tight and hot and fuck he feels sooo goddamned good, and every sweet moan he gives me sends my pulse surging.
Kissing him again, I tease him, slowly thrusting, withdrawing, pressing forward a little deeper each time, but not doing what I know he wants, and that’s ramming home and burying myself fully inside him.
I mean, I want that, too, but goddamn, I’m honestly afraid if I do that I’m going to come.
Because he feels just. That. Good.
Once I am balls-deep inside of him, his ass tightly nestled against my pubes, I capture his hands again and pin them over his head as I kiss my way back and forth across his jaw, down his neck, lightly nipping and kissing and licking, savoring his taste.
Savoring him.
Mal adorably squirms, trying to make me start fucking him, and that makes me even harder because my sneaky pup flexes his ass to squeeze my cock. He’ll have to work harder than that because Shawn’s an expert in that department.
“What do you want, baby?” I think to him as I nuzzle the hollow of his throat. This is something terrifyingly new to me, this ability I have with him. I won’t assume it means he’s my mate, but it gives me hope. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
He starts to speak but I kiss him again, my tongue playing with his, to silence him.
“No,” I think to him. “Like this.”
He softly gasps but then replies, “Please fuck me. Please rut me or whatever it is you said you do.”
Releasing his hands, I hook my arms under his and hold his shoulders, all while staring into his eyes. “Then hang on,” I whisper as he wraps his arms around me, “because last time I did this I had to buy a new bed.”