Chapter Thirty-Three
CHEV
I THINK I’M dying.
Vanessa smiles when she sees the shock in my expression, and with a slow exhale, she rises and reaches underneath my leathers. Oh. Her fingers wrap around my length, and I shut my eyes and try not to embarrass myself.
“I want this, Chev,” she whispers. “I want you.”
She unties my leathers, and I lift my hips as Vanessa pulls them out from underneath me and tosses them aside. They land on the ground with a quiet thump. I fist the sheets, curling my fingers into the soft fabric as I fight the urge to reach for Vanessa.
My eyes are still shut, and I squeeze them harder as something wet and warm envelops the tip of my cock. It’s tight, and I slam my head against the headboard.
If I open my eyes, I will cum, and I blindly reach for her thighs before sliding my hands around the back of them and finding my way in between. I find myself quickly enough, and I inch my fingers upward. I’m between Vanessa’s thighs, and I moan as I feel where her warm sex stretches around my length.
I’m inside her.
Vanessa sinks lower before releasing the base of my shaft and grabbing my shoulders. I continue to feel where I’m entering her, in complete disbelief. Is this truly happening? My mate pants as she lowers herself, and I only pull my hand away when she’s seated completely. Her walls are so tight, and when she clenches, I groan and slam my hands over my face.
This is the best thing I’ve ever felt.
I’m going to sit here like a good mate and let Vanessa use me for her pleasure. She’s riding me, letting me fill her warm body, and I’m going to cum deep inside it. Mine.
My breaths are choppy when I finally work up the strength to open my eyes. Vanessa’s face and neck are a dark red, and her lips are swollen from her teeth sinking into them. I don’t look at where we connect, already knowing that will be too much. I don’t want this to be over too soon.
Vanessa uses my shoulders for leverage as she rises, and a low moan emerges from her throat as she drops back down. It takes everything I have not to embarrass myself and finish too soon. Females like it when their males last longer than thirty seconds. That’s what the succubus said when she came to our lands and taught us how to please our mates. She stressed that it was essential.
I listened.
I lower my gaze to Vanessa’s chest. She’s still wearing her leathers, which is probably for the best. The sight of her bare breasts bouncing as she takes me would be too much.
“Take it off,” Vanessa says, noticing my gaze.
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll cum.”
Cold air hits my shaft as Vanessa rises, but I’m immediately plunged back into her warmth as she drops back down. She’s so tight around me, and I bend my knees as I bring a hand to the back of her neck. I know reaching between her thighs would be too much, so I stroke her mark instead.
The way Vanessa moans and drops her head tells me she likes it.
She begins fiddling with the ties holding her top in place, and I groan.
“My mate,” I warn her. “Don’t do that.”
Vanessa only shoots me a devilish smile. My mate is an evil, evil woman.
Her leather top is removed, exposing her bouncing breasts. They’re so inviting, and I get one glance at her pebbled nipples before cursing.
“Fuck,” I gasp, pressing harder against her mark. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry.”
I sit up straight and wrap my arms around her as I cum. A good mate would’ve lasted longer, and Vanessa was cruel to show me her breasts and overwhelm my eyes. She knows how much I love them.
I accidentally squeeze so hard, she can’t move, but I’m quick to release her the second I realize. Vanessa grabs my biceps and holds them down as I spill inside her, and I curl my fists into the bedsheets as she continues riding.
I’m still inside my mate, and I love how she continues to use me. She knows what she wants, and she’s going to take it.
Vanessa’s moans grow louder as she reaches down and begins rubbing herself, and I finally give in and look at where our bodies connect. Oh, fuck. I’m covered in her arousal, and her sex stretches around my thickness as she eases herself up and down. I stare, wholly entranced as she bucks, writhes, and wiggles on me.
I continue to stare as she cums, her body clamping down around me. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, and when she finally pulls off and sits on my thighs, I could die a happy man.
My cum pours out of her.
Mine.
I grab her hips and nudge her off my legs, continuing until she’s flat on her back. Vanessa looks confused, but I’m not in a state of mind to explain what I’m doing as I bundle up her ankles and lift them in the air.
“Chev!” she squeals.
I don’t let go.
My bear is so loud, I can barely hear anything over his purring. He’s just as pleased as I am, and he’s making it known. Vanessa is flushed and soft from her orgasm, and I lift her legs higher until her butt is no longer on the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I wiggle her side to side.
“Gravity will bury my cum in you,” I explain.
I know all about gravity, and this will help ensure she grows pregnant with my babies. Vanessa’s on birth control, but I know my seed will overcome that.
“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m okay?” she asks.
I blink, loosening my grip before changing my mind and lifting her even higher. Then I think better of it and peer at Vanessa over her toes. The bond tells me she’s perfectly fine, elated even, and after a moment’s hesitation, I drop her legs and scoop her in my arms.
I hide against her chest so she doesn’t see how my eyes grow wet and my bottom lip wobbles, but I’m sure she can taste the tears as she pulls me in for a kiss. Vanessa’s my everything, and her trust in me is beyond words.
“I’m so honored you’re my mate,” I whisper.
Vanessa rubs my back, comforting me, before squeezing my shoulders in the silent command to let go. I don’t want to, but I do. She stares into my eyes with a look I’ve never seen before, and I hope it means something good. I didn’t anticipate this happening, not in a million years, and I slam my fist against my chest when my damned bear refuses to shut up. He’s too loud.
“Did you enjoy it?” I ask, needing to know.
Vanessa nods, and I look down. She drips my cum, just how I like it.
“Are you going to go off your birth control?” I ask.
Vanessa’s hesitation is all the answer I need. She doesn’t want my babies, at least not now. I force a smile on my face. I won’t make my mate feel guilty for not being ready to have my children. It’s her body and her decision—even if I’m excited.
If I could carry babies, I would’ve put hers inside me months ago. I would’ve begged for her eggs and shoved them into my belly the day we met. My stomach would already be rounding, and I’d have their bedroom and crib built weeks ago.
Maybe that’s why she doesn’t want my babies. I haven’t built a room for them, and I have no furniture. She doesn’t think I can provide.
“Chev, Chev,” Vanessa says, grabbing my cheeks and forcing my attention back to her. “I just want to enjoy you before we bring children into the mix.”
I glance back down at where she’s dripping. I suppose having sex without worrying about poking the baby is nice. Plus, pregnant females are fawned over in my pack. I love my Vanessa, and I might lose my mind if I have to endure my people trying to visit and watch her grow. Everybody will bring her meals, and the males will build her objects if they feel I’m not doing it quickly enough. The fact that I don’t already have a nursery is shameful.
I will beat any males who bring my mate infant furniture and offer their assistance in helping me prepare. She’s mine, and caring for the baby is my responsibility.
“This is maybe for the best,” I admit. “I’m not prepared, but I’ll get started on the room and furniture now.”
Vanessa laughs, and I trail my finger down the swell of her breast with a low hum.
“You should leave these out always,” I say.
Vanessa swats me away, but our bond tells me she likes my obsession with her body. I love how her flesh caves under the pressure of my fingers, leaving tiny indents. Someday, I’ll lay her down and touch every inch of her. There’ll be no part of her body I haven’t felt.
I lean in and smell her neck, double-checking that she’s not pregnant.
She’s not, her scent unchanged, and I tap her belly before climbing off the bed and holding out my hand. Our dinner will be ruined, but I’ll destroy a thousand dinners if it means I get to have sex with my mate.
“We should clean up,” I say.
I’d like her to wear my cum for the remainder of the night, but I know better than to ask. I can see the way she fidgets. She doesn’t like having it inside her, so I’ll never tell her how much I enjoy it being there.
Shifters don’t use condoms, but I’ll secure some from Gray for future sex. When the time comes for Vanessa and me to create children, I’ll prepare towels and water and help her clean as quickly as possible. That’s assuming she allows us to create children in the way that’s most natural to my people.
Vanessa practically jumps out of bed at the mention of cleaning up, and I swoop her bridal style in my arms so gravity doesn’t make more drip out and smear against her thighs.
“I’ll be careful next time,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.
For a long moment, there’s silence, and when I turn to look at Vanessa, I notice her eyes are wet. Our bond is uncomfortable, and I feel horrible despite knowing she’s not angry with me. I didn’t know she wouldn’t like me finishing inside, but I do now.
We get in the shower, and I hold her gaze as I trail my hand up her thighs and clean them. Her sex is next, but I don’t touch it. She doesn’t like that, so I pull away and let her do it herself. Vanessa grimaces as she wipes her folds, and she wiggles as she tries to push the remainder of my cum out.
“It’s because you forced your breasts into my face,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “You know how much I like them.”
Vanessa snorts, and I take great pride in how her mood improves. I’m distracting her, and I continue to do so until she’s clean and free of my cum.
“I’m excited to eat your spaghetti,” she eventually says.
Good. I’m proud of my wheat strings.
“I think turning off the flame and oven will have ruined the food,” I admit.
Vanessa doesn’t respond, probably because it’s true, but she’s the one who turned it off, so I’m going to blame her.
“It’s your fault if it’s not delicious,” I say.
Vanessa gasps. “Chev!”
I jump away when she moves to strike my shoulder, and I’m only slightly horrified by the non-masculine giggle that slips from my throat as I hurry out of the shower to escape her attack. Vanessa lands a good hit on my side before I can get away, and I notice that her attack is precisely the same as Echo’s.
My monstrous sister has been training with my mate.
This means Vanessa has likely taken a thousand hits of a stick. Her nymph blood allows her to heal quickly, so the bruises would be gone before I see them, but I don’t like the thought of them having been there in the first place.
Echo has a very particular teaching manner, and the next time I see her, I will whack her hard with a stick. I don’t care if it causes Dad to come at me. He’s an old man, and I will whack him too.
I don’t care.