Chapter Sixteen
Matt
Oliver's heart is still beating too fast, but at least I can’t smell fear anymore.
It's all desire, sunshine, and roses. I kiss his swollen mouth again, running my tongue over it, biting his lower lip. I push my tongue inside, tasting him again.
It calms me down, if only a little. When I saw him standing there, his hair disheveled, his eyes wide, his hands trembling, the smell of pure fear radiating off him, all I wanted was to hunt down whoever made him look like this.
I also smelled something peculiar, something that didn’t belong, but I didn't get a chance to understand what it was before he kissed me.
Once I caught a taste, I couldn't stop. I could never with Oliver, could I? My friends were not exaggerating when they said I talk about him all the time. How can I not? If I could capture his scent in a bottle and roll in it every day, I would.
If there’s a non-creepy way of doing it, feel free to let me know.
I move my hand under his T-shirt. He makes a satisfied groan, which gets lost in my mouth. I kiss his neck, taking in a deep sniff.
“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his body. The last three days were horrible.
He thankfully ignores me.
I move my hands up until I am rubbing his nipples. He’s awfully sensitive, information I fully intend to use. I nip at the sensitive skin below his ear, and he moans. I soothe with my tongue, his skin warm and slightly salty.
My wolf trembles with the need to flip him and fuck him right there until he knows who he belongs to. I take a deep breath, and then two more, to calm myself down a bit.
I move my lips up his jaw until I am swallowing his little whimpers, my finger and thumb playing with his nipple. I pull him up to give my mouth easy access. He immediately wraps his legs around my hips.
Done being a starving animal, I carry Oliver to the bedroom. When I reach the bed, I throw him onto my mattress.
He lets out a yelp.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I ask because, fuck, I need to know.
“Not now, c’mere,” he says urgently.
And I’m already moving towards him because the day I develop the ability to say no to Oliver will be the day I’m truly dead.
I take off my T-shirt and climb over him. He groans loudly.“Love your weight on me.”
I look down at those blue doe eyes, dark with desire. His nose with tiny freckles. His swollen pink lips. His sharp jaws with a hint of stubble.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” I tell him.
He smiles wide, his face turning red. I kiss his cheek, then down to his neck, chasing his blush. I tug his T-shirt off.
I look at his body, finally getting the answer I’ve wanted for so long. Yes, the blush goes down to his chest. I follow it with my mouth. When I lick his nipple, his body shoots off the bed.
He pulls my hair hard until I look up at him.
“Fuck me,” he orders with so much conviction that every denial on my lips dies.
I nod and quickly crawl to the drawer, pulling out lube and a pack of condoms. I kiss him again, deep and slow, while his hands move over my shoulders, my pecs, my back, warming their paths.
I’m enveloped in him, his scent, and I don't ever want to be anywhere else.
I move down his body, faster this time, because my little human is getting impatient.
When I spend some time worshipping his abdomen, he complains, “Come on, Matt.”
I laugh against his stomach. If only he knew what I wanted to do to him, he wouldn't poke the bear so fearlessly.
“Some day, baby, I'm going to teach you patience and all its benefits,” I promise.
I open the button of his pants and unzip them. I pull it down along with his underwear in one fluid motion. His pretty pink cock greets me. I swallow it.
“Oh, god,” he moans, his voice rough like he's been screaming for days. “Fuck, Matt. So good.” His voice makes my cock strain harder against my jeans.
I set a slow pace because I want to turn him into a blubbering mess. I want to see him lose every sense so when I finally fill him, all he can feel is me.
I take the lube, pop the cap, and squeeze some onto my finger. I rub it slowly around his hole, then push inside. I groan at his heat encompassing my finger. I move insistently until I am one knuckle deep.
I feel Oliver’s balls tighten, so I quickly pull back from his dick. “Not yet, baby. We’re gonna be here a while.”
Oliver groans out my name again, this time in frustration.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” I growl. I pull my finger out and push it back in.
My dick is now leaking a steady stream of precum, but I take my time prepping him.
I pour some lube on his hole and watch it drip down his soft skin.
“I’ve wanted to be inside you since the day those fucking doe eyes looked up at me. ”
Oliver whimpers.
The next time my finger enters him, I add another. They slide in easily.
I look up at Oliver. His eyes are closed, face blissful like he’s in heaven, breath heavy. His pale skin is now covered in pink and a sheen of sweat. I lick his abdomen, wanting that salty, warm taste.
I push my fingers deeper until I’m two knuckles in. Then I curve them until I find the spot. His eyes snap open, and his body arches up.
“I'm ready, fuck me,” he groans.
“Love fingering you so much,” I reply, my voice strained as I watch my fingers disappear into his hole, his body adjusting around me.
I’m drunk on the sensations, every part of me turning liquid.
I push three fingers inside him, hitting the spot every time. Oliver moans, his body now shivering with need.
“Gonna come if you don’t fuck me,” Oliver breathes out.
The idea of him coming just on my fingers is tempting. So tempting.
But my little human wants to be fucked today, so fucking is what he’ll get.
I climb up his body and kiss his slack mouth. I let him taste himself in my mouth, our tongues tangling together.
I flip us until he’s straddling me. I’m too far gone to stop myself from losing control.
And Oliver is not ready for all of me yet.
I continue to devour his face while I pull out my hard, weeping dick. He looks down at my erection with wonder.
“Fuck, you're so big,” he whispers.
My wolf preens under the compliment.
I tear open a condom, trying not to blow under Oliver’s inspection.
He takes it from my hand and slowly pulls it down my dick. A jolt runs down my spine.
“Sit on my dick,” I growl. I keep my hands tucked at my sides, fisting the sheets, letting him set the pace.
He gets on his knees to line my erection up with his hole. He holds open his ass and slides my dick over his crack. When the head catches his hole, my hands comes down on his thighs, grabbing his hips hard. I force myself to keep them still, but I’m probably leaving marks on his flawless body.
The idea excites me too much.
I breathe, loud and slow, my eyes narrowing on his face as he slowly spears himself on my cock. The tight heat engulfing my dick makes my body shiver. My hands tighten on his ass.
He adjusts to my length and slowly sinks down. When he's sitting on my dick, he lets out a satisfied sigh.
I pull his face down, wanting to taste him again. Our tongues tangle in a messy kiss. He starts grinding his hips.
I hold his ass and pull him up my length until only the tip is inside. Then I push him down, thrusting up simultaneously.
Oliver yells in pleasure. “Fuck you’re so deep!” His mouth moves, trying to make more words, but fails.
I let myself take some control, thrusting from the bottom as he picks up the pace. His movements are frenzied, wild.
The slick sounds of my dick moving inside him and our skin clapping together are the only sounds in the room. The smell of us combined is my heaven. He leans back, supporting himself on my thighs.
He bounces on my dick, sweat coating his body, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.
I rub a finger roughly against his hole, wanting to feel our bodies coming together as one.
“Yes, do that again,” he says, breathless.
I pull him down again, mouthing at his neck, needing more contact. The heat of our skin reminds me to protect my fragile, little human.
I move my finger over the sensitive skin of his hole again.
“So good,” he murmurs against my neck.
I adjust my hips with every thrust until Oliver goes pliant against me. I hit his prostate with every hard, desperate push, focusing on his pleasure.
Oliver leans back again, moving faster.
I want to possess him. I want to kiss those red, swollen lips until he can only say my name. I want to consume him until he doesn’t remember anything anymore. I want to stay inside him until he can’t move.
Fuck, I bring my hands back down to the bed, fisting the sheets hard until they rip off the edges of my mattress.
Oliver doesn’t pay it any attention, moving faster and faster. He clutches his dick with one hand.
I swat his hand away and take it in mine. I match the movement of my hand with his pace, jerking him off. One, two, and he’s coming on my chest with a loud groan.
He falls forward, his body going limp.
I wrap my arms around him, keeping him close, warm, safe. He's safe. He's here. No one can hurt him.
He mouths my neck gently, then moves up to my jaw. “You can continue,” he whispers.
I take a deep breath, calming myself. Fuck, I’m never this out of control during sex, even with partners who can take everything I have to give.
I push into him, slowly, tentatively. I keep the pace even, my eyes squeezed shut.
After a dozen thrusts, I feel a tingling in my spine. I come inside Oliver, my grunts swallowed by his sweet mouth.
I turn us over, laying him down on the bed, and pull myself out before I get hard again.
I don’t want to scare Oliver with my werewolf refractory period. I dispose of the condom and bring a washcloth from the bathroom to clean us up.
Oliver turns and faces me. I pull him towards me until we're almost sharing the same air. I sweep his hair back from his face.
I look into his big doe eyes. “What happened today, baby?” I’m desperate to know what had him so scared. Someone has to pay for that. I just need him to point me in a direction.
His eyes widen. He starts wiggling against me. Fuck that’s distracting.
Focus, Matt!
I don’t let him move away. “It was... I went…” he looks everywhere but me. He takes a loud breath. “I'm okay. It was nothing. Just thought I saw something.”
It was definitely not nothing, and the way he’s being cagey is setting off all my alarms. “What did you see?” I ask, remembering that I’m responsible for keeping him away from my world. I'm doing a horrible job at it.
I’ve been keeping all my senses on him for the last three days. I even got Nick to do a walk around the hallway last night while I was working. I’ve been trying to keep him distracted, safe, but I must have failed somewhere.
I tighten my hold. I’m not letting anything hurt him.
“Can we just let it go? Please?” He puts on the face I have no defense against.
I really, really don’t want to let it go. Maybe I can get him to talk tomorrow morning when he’s had a night to cool off and isn’t feeling so vulnerable?
“And I’ve decided I’m done looking for Dalton or trying to understand what I saw. I’m okay with not knowing now,” he says. His eyes are intense.
I nod. What the fuck did he see now that made him decide that? God, what was up with the werewolves of this city and Oliver?
Then something else hits me. If he’s not poking his nose into werewolf business anymore, I don’t have a reason to be around him.
No, there’s the Christmas party. Can’t cancel that. It would be so rude!
I kiss his forehead, my lips lingering against his warm skin, and pull him to me until his head is resting on my chest. I pull the comforter over us.
He’s already snoring softly within minutes. I run my hand slowly over his soft hair, capturing this very second to remember it for as long as I live.
Our bodies touching.
His slow, even breath.
His smell, sunshine, rose, and our pleasure.
His body slotting against mine like he was made for me.
My dick is hard again, but I don’t want to do anything about it. I kiss his hair and lie there, enjoying the few moments I have left with him.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand with a text. I glance at it absentmindedly. It’s from Nick. The guy must have some alarm warning him every time I screw up.
But his words have me almost jerking upright.
Fire at Moonroot Apothecary. No one inside. M going thr now. U comin?