Chapter Twelve
Gayle
“How’re you feeling?”
Rodney hums, sitting down on the counter so I can look him over. I step between his thighs, running my fingers over his shoulders.
“I feel good,” he says softly. “Really good.”
I smile, picking up the tube of ointment from the counter.
I cover the mating mark I left on the back of his neck, using the mirror so I can see what I’m doing instead of asking him to move.
Then I grab one of the biggest bandages I have, placing it over the mark to keep it safe while it scars over.
I hate not being able to see it but it’s more important to take care of my mate.
My rut is coming to an end. I can feel I’ll have one more wave, but after that, we should finally be able to do laundry without my instincts going into overdrive.
Rodney takes my wrist, giving it the same treatment. The day we mated, I took him from behind and bit him on the back of his neck. What I wasn’t expecting was for Rodney to grab my hand and bite me back, leaving the perfect mark against the inside of my wrist.
It’s beautiful and I plan to wear it with pride. I want everyone to know I’m mated, that Rodney and I are a package deal. We are claimed. We’re bonded. He’s mine and I am his.
Once my wrist is covered, I dive down, running my nose over the side of Rodney’s throat.
I can feel myself growing hard as I breathe in his scent.
He smells so fucking good. Not only does he smell like clean laundry but he also smells like me.
My scent is all over him, mixing with his own, creating something uniquely ours.
“Can I knot you?”
Rodney’s hands tighten around my shoulders. “I’m sore, babe,” he confesses softly. “You can use my mouth.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very,” he says, pushing me back so he can sink down onto the floor. His hands go to my boxers, pulling them down until my cock springs free. “Use my mouth, alpha.”
Every time Rodney calls me that, a shiver runs down my spine. My cock is aching as I push my hips forward, bumping the tip against Rodney’s lips. He smiles up at me before opening up, sticking out his tongue.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, staring down at him with wide eyes. He’s so gorgeous. I feel so lucky he somehow feels the same way about me that I feel for him. He’s everything I didn’t know I was craving in life.
I wrap my hand around the base of my dick, guiding it between Rodney’s lips. He sucks me until my eyes are rolling back, pleasure racing down my spine.
“Do you have any idea how good you look on your knees like this?” I ask him, running my fingers through his silver hair. Rodney moans around me, forcing my toes to curl with pleasure.
Pulling away from my cock, he continues to stroke the tip, his mouth going lower. He wiggles his tongue past my hand, digging it into my sheath.
“Holy fuck,” I cry out, my knees buckling. I move my hand away from his hair, holding on to the counter instead to keep from actually collapsing. “Fuck, Rodney. That feels so--” my voice cuts off with a long, low groan of pleasure.
He wiggles his tongue as deep as he can, swirling it all the way around my shaft. The hand around my knot tightens as it pops fully, Rodney’s hand milking my orgasm. It’s not until I force my eyes back open that I realize I’ve just come all over Rodney’s head and hair.
Really, it should be gross but instead, all I feel is possessiveness. Gods, he looks so good covered in my cum. I wanna rub it into his skin, cover his entire body with it.
I tug Rodney up to his feet, turning him around so he’s facing the mirror. His eyes are wide, his cheeks bright red as he stares back at me through the reflection of the mirror.
I reach between his legs, using his own slickness to get my fingers wet before bringing them to his hard dick. I rub over the hardened nub, watching as he falls apart right in front of me.
“Look at how good you look,” I breathe into his ear, watching him bite his bottom lip to keep himself from whimpering. “You’re so good. You made me come so quickly, so hard. It’s all for you, Rodney.”
“Oh gods,” he gasps out, his thighs starting to shake, letting me know he’s close.
“Are you gonna come for me, Rodney?”
“Gods. Yes, Gayle. So close.”
I run my fingers over his chest, marveling at the marks I’ve left behind. He’s mine, the marks showing off that new and wonderful truth.
“Look at how marked you are. You’re mine.”
Sex never used to be like this. Before, it was like scratching a persistent itch. It felt good but it was more methodical. It was about getting it over so the feeling would be sated.
With Rodney, it’s damn near a divine experience.
I feel so flayed open and exposed, but in a way that feels right, knowing Rodney would never judge me.
Every time feels amazing, like I’m finally doing something right in the bedroom.
Knotting Rodney is addictive, like a high that only he can give me.
“Gayle!”
I continue to stroke his cock, feeling it get impossibly harder before he’s shuddering against me. I wrap an arm around his waist, holding on tight so he doesn’t collapse.
Peppering kisses against the back of Rodney’s shoulders, I hold him through it, waiting until he can stand on his own before finally letting go and turning him around. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, holding on tight.
“Rodney,” I say softly, breathing him in. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he says back, his voice coming out hoarse. “But if you don’t get me in the shower and wash your cum out of my hair, I’m gonna be so mad.”
I giggle as I turn around and start the shower. “I don’t know, Rodney,” I say teasingly, pretending to think about it. “Could be a new fashion statement.”
Rodney narrows his eyes at me and I can’t help but giggle. “What kind of alpha would I be if I didn’t clean you up?”
“You’re a damn good alpha,” he says seriously, cupping my cheek in his hand. “You’re a good man.”
Gender euphoria surges through me, warming me from the tip of my toes to the crown of my head.
I love the way Rodney looks at me and sees me, the same way I see him.
The bond we share is special because we know what it’s like to have this experience.
We know what to say or what to do to make sure we’re both comfortable.
I love him so much.
Instead of saying anything else, I tug Rodney into a kiss before pulling both of us into the shower. We’ll have to fix our bandages again, but right now, all that matters is taking care of my mate.