Chapter Twenty-Eight
VANESSA
CHEV’S EXCITED. HE licks his lips as he stares up at me, his chest heaving. His hair is sprawled out underneath his head, the brown curls messy. I eye them as I work up the courage to move.
It takes a minute or two, but Chev is patient. He fills the time by playing with my fingers, his movements slow and gentle. My hand feels small within his, especially when he holds and squeezes my palm between his thumb and pointer finger.
My pulse is racing at least a million miles a minute. Some of it is due to fear, but most is excitement. What if I put myself on his tongue and find that I don’t like it? What if Chev doesn’t like it? He’s kind, and I know he’d lie to save me from embarrassment.
I pull my hand out of Chev’s, and I hesitate before pressing my palm against his stomach. His skin is warm, and I hold back a shiver as his muscles flex underneath my fingers.
If I look down further, I know I’ll find his leathers tented. If there’s anything I’m sure of, it’s Chev’s desire for me. He’s not shy in his eagerness.
All signs of the happy, laid-back man I’ve grown accustomed to are gone when I finally meet Chev’s heated gaze. His lips are pulled tight, and his eyes are narrowed in at where my fingers linger on his lower abdomen. The column of his throat bobs, and I hold back a smile as I trail my fingertips over his hip.
I’m surprising myself with my confidence, and I suck in a slow breath before untying and pulling open his leathers. Even if Chev finds my taste off-putting, I think he’ll still find pleasure in making me feel good.
His cock lies heavily on his stomach, the hard length twitching. He’s large in all ways, and I let the side of my pinky graze his shaft as I trail my hand back up his abdomen.
Chev moans, but he otherwise remains still.
My male is beautiful, and I take pride in knowing he’s all mine. His heart is mine, his soul is mine, and his body is mine. Mine.
I continue to admire his bare form before removing my clothes. Chev’s breathing is rougher now, the man practically panting as I strip. He lets a curse slip from his lips when I’m entirely naked, and I give him a second to look before throwing my leg over his torso and sitting on his chest.
“You smell so fucking good.” He moans, craning his neck to try to peer between my thighs. “I can’t wait to have my tongue on you. I can’t wait to taste you.”
I curl my fingers into his shoulders and squeeze my thighs around his torso. His words are low and throaty, and I can practically feel his desire for me through them. I want this, too, and I push my nerves aside as I lift to my knees and shuffle toward his head.
Chev grabs my hips once I’m above him, stopping me. He glances between me and my sex before speaking. “I love you, Vanessa,” he starts. “If you decide you don’t like this, I’ll still be honored you were willing to try. Please don’t force yourself to do something you don’t enjoy because you think I want it.”
His words are solemn, but he fixes the mood with a teasing pinch on my hips.
“Okay?” he asks.
I give a jerky nod. “Okay.”
Chev releases me and shoves his hands underneath his butt, pinning them down so he doesn’t accidentally touch me. I can’t even begin to express how much it means to me.
I’ve never done anything like this before, and I scoot forward until my knees are on either side of his head. Chev giggles, his lips pulling into a broad smile. I have a feeling if I were to look behind me, I’d see his toes wiggling.
I grab his headboard and use it for stability as I begin to lower over his mouth. I freeze the moment I feel his lips on me, my body rigid, before the bond urges me to relax and I lower a bit more.
Chev doesn’t move, holding his lips still as I press myself against them.
This isn’t bad. I shut my eyes and spread my thighs further, and I curl my fingers over the wooden headboard as his mouth begins to open and his hot breath hits me.
I don’t know what to think. I expect to be disgusted, maybe bombarded with painful memories, but neither happens. All I can think about is Chev below me. Chev touching me. Chev licking me.
He consumes my every thought, leaving room for nothing else.
He doesn’t touch me, though. He only breathes, his patience reaching levels even I don’t think I possess.
“Chev,” I eventually whine. He smiles, and I groan as I realize he’s waiting for me. “You can lick me now.”
His pupils expand, and his eyes roll back slightly before he finally lets his tongue out from behind his teeth. I jolt when it makes contact with me, the warm, wet feeling shocking. He eases his tongue between my folds, licking the entirety of my slit.
It feels incredible, even better than when he licks my mark, and I groan when Chev finds my clit and flicks the tip of his tongue over it. He’s teasing me, and I lower myself further so he doesn’t have to crane his neck to reach.
Chev looks filthy between my thighs, his lips and face wet as he licks roughly at my sex. His eyes lock with mine as he pleasures me, the sight too much. Fuck. I rock against him as the fire in my abdomen grows. Our bond loves this, and I’m pretty sure my chest will explode if I don’t cum soon.
“Put a finger inside,” I blurt out, needing more.
Chev’s hands find my hips a second later. He keeps his touch feather-light, and he trails his fingers up and down the outside of my thighs before wrapping one arm around my waist and the other between my legs.
I stiffen when he touches me, and Chev stills until I tell him to continue. I’m determined to let him. I want to feel my mate’s hands and body on me. I deserve that. My heart pounds as I bob my head, silently telling him to do it.
“Fuck,” Chev whines. “You’re so soft.”
He turns his head to the side and playfully bites the inside of my thigh. It doesn’t hurt, but I still give a little jolt of surprise.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I peer down at him as he runs his thumb along the length of my slit, and he holds eye contact before slowly easing his middle finger into me. I clench around him, the reaction instinctual. Penetration always meant pain, but this doesn’t hurt. It takes me several seconds to relax, and Chev rocks his finger into me once I do.
“Does it feel good?” he asks. “Do you like being filled by your mate?”
I shut my eyes, unable to continue watching.
“Yes,” I admit.
Chev eases his finger in and out of me before pulling me back to his mouth. I jerk as his lips make contact with me again, his tongue licking every bit of skin he can reach. He lets me control everything, and I lean forward so my clit gets most of the attention from his tongue.
Then I snatch the hand resting on my hip and drag it to my chest.
Chev doesn’t hesitate to cup my breast, his fingers playing with my nipple. He knows I like that, and I arch my back as the pleasure builds.
“Chev,” I gasp. “I’m going to cum.”
He moans, continuing to pleasure me until my thighs are shaking and I’m thrusting against his tongue and finger. It feels so good, and I cry into the headboard as my orgasm overtakes me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I let out a quiet whine when Chev gives my clit one last lick and pulls his finger out.
I remain still, needing a moment to breathe. Chev takes advantage of that as he presses his tongue against my entrance, trying to push in. He so badly wants to be inside me. I let him lick at me before lifting and moving back down his chest. His mouth and jaw are soaked.
Chev props himself up on his elbows. “That was amazing.”
He’s hard, his tip already covered in precum. It must be painful. Chev moves to sit up, but I place a hand on his chest and push him back down. He falls back without hesitation.
“Touch yourself,” I say.
I want to see it.
Chev slides his hand down his torso, and before I change my mind, I place mine on top. He slows, hesitating, before continuing. I let him lead, and I hold my hand against his as he curls his fist around himself.
“I’m already there,” he admits.
He doesn’t pleasure himself right away, too busy staring at my hand. He’s technically the one touching himself, but I’m there. I let one of my fingers fall between his, resting on his bare skin.
His shaft is soft and warm, and I love the noise he makes as I brush my finger over it. He continues to hold himself, and I make eye contact with him as I let the remainder of my fingers fall between his.
“Vanessa,” Chev gasps. “What’re you doing?”
I squeeze his length, and when I give a timid nod, he slowly works his fist up and down. I follow his lead, and we stroke him together.
“I want to make you cum,” I say.
Chev grunts. “You’re about to, my mate. I’m going to cum so fucking hard for you.”
He speeds up his movements, his eyes darting to my chest. I know he likes my breasts, and I lean forward so they hang.
I can tell he enjoys the sight by the loud moan he lets out, and a second later, he stops moving his hand and begins fucking our fists instead. The tip of him continues to leak, and I watch him disappear and reappear behind our fingers.
“I’m about to cum,” he warns.
I don’t remove my hand. I want to feel it.
“Van—”
Chev’s voice abruptly ends with a moan, and his cum splatters across his chest. It almost reaches his chin, and I jolt. Still, I continue to hold him, refusing to let myself feel bad as his cum seeps between our fingers.
This is my mate. Chev is my mate.
He covers himself and my hand, and only once he stops leaking do I release him. He grunts, but he otherwise remains silent as I climb off the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” I say.
I head into the kitchen, needing to clean my hand and take a moment for myself. Chev follows, his footsteps heavy as he walks behind me, but he doesn’t try to speak. He watches silently as I wash my hands, scrubbing his cum off me.
I don’t like the feeling of it.
Chev’s warmth surrounds me, and I avoid leaning against his cum-covered chest as he takes over scrubbing my fingers and palms.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod.
Chev kisses the side of my head. “Please use your words. I need to hear it.”
“I’m okay,” I admit. “I like touching you. I like making you feel good.”
He relaxes around me, and I pull my hands out of the sink before turning to look around the kitchen. He’s reconstructed this entire room for me. He’s planted a hundred little flowers outside and filled his bathroom with every product I could ever want. He agreed, without hesitation, to a life without intimacy and has never once pushed me for more.
We’re alone on his lands, in his home, but he still never pushed me. It would’ve been easy for him to pressure me into doing more, but he only takes what I explicitly ask for and offer.
“Do you like living in Wrath?” I ask.
Chev clears his throat and steps in front of me. He looks concerned, his nose scrunched as he scans me from head to toe. After a moment, he shrugs.
“I don’t mind it,” he says. “I miss my home, but I would miss you more if I left.”
At this point, it’s apparent that fighting our bond is useless. I can’t imagine a future without Chev, and I doubt he can, either. He’s waited his entire life for me, and we’re only prolonging the inevitable.
These lands are Chev’s home, and despite how little time I’ve spent here, I feel comfortable. I can see myself sleeping in his bed with him and cooking in the kitchen, and I can imagine our children wreaking havoc in the woods outside.
Our bond hums, and I place a hand over my heart as Chev nervously grabs a towel and wipes the dripping cum off his chest and stomach.
“What’re you feeling?” he asks.
I hear the fear behind his words, and I instinctively step forward to comfort him. Chev is my mate, and that’s grown to mean something to me.
“How long would it take to move my things here?”