Chapter 26
Evan
Igave Reid a thirty-second head start. It was a bit pointless really. As soon as I unleashed my wolf, he had us upstairs before I could exhale. Metaphorically, of course. He wasn’t allowed out to play right now.
This was just for me and Reid.
When I crashed into the bedroom, Reid was on his back on the bed. He squeaked as I prowled closer.
“Jesus, you move fast.” Reid’s words dissolved into a groan as I slid on top of him. “You better not do anything else too fast.”
I braced most of my weight on my elbow so as not to crush him and smirked down at his rosy face. “Oh, so I didn’t tease you enough during that blow job earlier. Noted. I’ll make sure to drag it out longer this time.”
“No,” Reid squealed as I tickled his ribs, writhing under me. “I take it back! Be fast. So fast. The fastest.”
Wanting him closer, I rolled us until I was beneath him. “Funny how you’re implying it’ll be up to me.”
He went pink. “What do ye mean?”
“I mean, you’re a bossy bottom.” I slid my hands down to palm his arse. “We both know you’re going to be in charge.”
Reid fiddled with a button on my shirt. “I don’t have to be.”
“You better be,” I said warningly, slipping my hand under his trousers to squeeze a cheek. “I spend a lot of time giving orders, sweetheart, and I’d be fucking delighted to take them for once.”
“And if I want ye to be in charge?”
This felt like a trick question, so I just went with honesty. “Then I’ll happily pin you down and give you what I think ye need. I’ll enjoy it either way, sweetheart. It’s not just sex: it’s sex with you.”
He sat up, straddling my waist. “You’ve got a mighty high opinion of my skills in the bedroom.”
“Are ye telling me I’m wrong?”
“No.” He smirked down at me as his fingers went back to my shirt buttons. There was no hesitation in his touch now as he briskly unfastened one after another. “I’m pretty fucking spectacular.”
It wasn’t his words that had me laughing tenderly, but his expression—an unusual mix of confidence and sarcasm that just about undid me. “I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.”
Once my chest was bared, he flattened his palms on my pecs. “You’re spectacular yourself.”
I fought the urge to flex. “I’m okay.”
“Better than okay.” He dragged his hands down my torso. “Jesus, Ev. I swear some of your muscles have muscles.”
He paused, his fingers at the top of my happy trail.
“Is that possible? Like, can ye exercise so much that you get abs on top of your abs? It can’t be.
But then some people have eight and ten packs.
Is that muscles that are already there but under fat?
Or are they literally forming whole new muscles? ”
Amusement bubbled through me. “Hm. I’m thinking that they’re probably already there but hiding beneath fat. Do ye want me to add it to the list?”
Reid went rigid, clapping a hand over his mouth. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
He went to climb off me, but I gripped his waist to hold him in place. “What are ye apologising for, sweetheart?”
“Because I got distracted during sex,” he muttered, mortified. “Here you are, half-dressed, my hands pressed against you, and I’m wondering how muscles are formed. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
Nope. Not having that.
Moving my hand to the back of his head, I rolled us again. Boxing him in with my forearms, I glared down at him. “There’s nothing wrong with ye, Reid.”
He squirmed, not meeting my eyes. “But I got distracted.”
“So?” I softened my voice. “I get distracted whenever you’re nearby, Reid.”
He huffed. “That’s not the same.”
“It is. I don’t just get distracted by how you look or smell.
I get distracted when you smile, because I want to know what caused it so I can make it happen again.
The smallest of noises can capture my attention in case it’s someone about to attack.
I’m constantly thinking about the future and what might arise to cause you stress or upset, and how to alleviate it.
I’m always distracted around you, Reid.”
His eyes were wide. “That sounds exhausting.”
“It’s not,” I said firmly, “because it’s given me a sense of purpose unlike anything I’ve known before. But do you know what’s most distracting?”
“What?”
“When you get angry at yourself for something you can’t control.
” I gave him a pointed look. “I like ye, Reid. All of ye. That includes when ye get distracted mid-task. When ye get fixated on something and forget that anything else exists. The endless knowledge you hoard on subjects I didn’t even know could be interesting. ”
His lips twitched. “It’s not interesting to anyone but me.”
“That’s where yer wrong.” I lowered my head to kiss along first one cheekbone, then the other. “It interests me because it interests you. And trust me, sweetheart, you are the most interesting thing of all.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” His words dissolved into a groan as I tugged on his earlobe with my teeth. “As will that. Do that again.”
I drew more moans from him with his other ear before kissing my way down the front of his neck. “I can’t get enough of kissing you.”
“Then don’t.” He shoved at my shirt impatiently. “But do it with less clothes on.”
I laughed, letting it fall from my shoulders. “As ye wish.”
“And the rest,” he rasped, his eyes hooded as he watched me hungrily. “I want ye naked, Evan.”
I got to my feet and kicked off my joggers and boxers. “I know yer in charge, but you are going to let me see you too, right?”
He stretched, smirking mischievously. “Depends.”
Completely naked, I threw one leg over him, straddling his hips. “On what?”
“On if you’re going to get me naked.”
I smirked, my hands going to the collar of his T-shirt. “You know, you look really good in my clothes.”
His lips twitched. “I do?”
“Aye.” I adjusted my grip. “How about I make you a deal? For every item of yours that I ruin, I’ll give you one of mine.”
Reid’s smile was shy. “That, I can get on board with.”
God, the things this man did to me. I was falling fast with no idea how to stop it.
And absolutely no desire to.
A flick of my wrist had his shirt in tatters. I went to repeat the action with his trousers but remembered that mine would never fit him.
I stripped those off carefully, along with his underwear, groaning at the sight of his cock already hard. “This for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” His hands scrabbled at the sheets as I ran my tongue up the side of it. “Please tell me you have lube. We can’t use spit for what I’ve got in mind.”
I kissed my way up his torso until I was hovering over his face. “And what do you have in mind, sweetheart?”
“Hmm.” His tongue wet his lips. “I think I need to test out whether you’re actually more fun to ride than my dildo.”
Fuck. I had to reach down and grab my cock in a stranglehold. Just the thought of what Reid was suggesting…“You know what? I think you do.”
He nodded. “For science.”
“Who are we to stand in the way of advancement?”
The musical sound of his laughter washed over me. “Fuck, I like you.”
I paused, waiting for him to freak out. To take it back. To remember that he didn’t want to like me. That me being a shifter was an insurmountable obstacle.
But the flush in his cheeks wasn’t from regret. There was no containing the grin that spread over my face as my wolf yipped with excitement. “Good. I like ye too, Reid.”
My lips found his and we lost another few minutes in kisses. They started sweet, but before long we were rutting together desperately.
Not wanting this to be over before it had even started, I forced myself to break away. “Lube.”
Reid nodded rapidly, his slick, swollen lips so fucking tempting. “Lube.”
I rummaged in my bedside table drawer, pulling it out. I spotted several small foil packets and hesitated. “Condom too?”
His nose wrinkled. “Fuck no. We don’t need them, right?”
“No, but if it’d make you more comfortable…”
He responded by leaning over and shoving the drawer shut. “Comfortable is definitely not what we’re going for here.”
“It’s not?”
“Fuck no.” He spread his legs wide as I settled between them. “Passionate. Hot. Transcendent. Mind-blowing. That’s more of the vibe.”
I snorted as I uncapped the lube and slicked up my fingers. “No pressure, then.”
Reid winked, his hands going behind his head. “I’m sure yer up to the challenge.”
My wolf chuffed. Reid’s sassy confidence was absolutely doing it for both of us. “If I disappoint, we can always go again.”
“Oh, we’ll have to regardless,” Reid said, a moan slipping free as I stroked his hole. “Even if it’s epic. We’ll have to make sure it’s not a one-off.”
All the stress of the past few months melted away as the cloak of darkness lifted. Reid was here. In my bed. Completely willing and trusting me to take care of him. Talking as if this was something we’d be repeating in the future.
Emotion swelled in me, so vast I had to duck my head quickly as tears burned behind my eyes.
Reid was mine.
My mate.
The one I’d share the same happiness with that I’d grown up witnessing.
He wasn’t ready to acknowledge any of this, of course. Despite his current mood, the fear was there. That was okay though. All Reid had ever wanted was to be loved and accepted. I could give him both of those in spades.
“Ev? You okay?”
I snapped my head up to see Reid had raised himself up on his elbows. His brow was furrowed with concern.
I exhaled shakily, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin of his inner thigh as I pulled myself together. “Aye. Sorry, sweetheart. Got in my own head for a second.”
He smiled, and the understanding there made me feel like I wasn’t alone in this. That I wasn’t the only one who knew things were changing. “That’s okay. Want to stop?”
My brows shot up. “Are ye mad? The only way we’re stopping is if my dick falls off.”
“Good thing you can grow body parts back.” His laughter settled my wolf. “In that case, get out of your head and get your head in me.”
Now I was the one laughing. “I’m not sure that makes sense, but let’s go with it.”
All laughter died away as my slick finger pushed past his tight ring of muscle. Reid whimpered, grabbing at the sheets again. “Another. Give me another.”
Bossy bottom indeed.
I happily let Reid guide me through prepping him, trusting him to know what his body both wanted and could take. By the time we were up to three fingers, he was moaning and writhing beneath me.
“Hit it again,” he panted, his eyes glassy. I smirked as I tapped the small bundle of nerves as instructed. “Perfection. Fuck, Evan. How are you so good at this?”
“Must be your instructions,” I said, fucking him steadily with my fingers. “You’re making me this good.”
He bit his lip, the flush now covering him from mid-chest to his cheekbones. “Are ye really okay with it? Me being like this?”
Careful not to jostle my hand, I lifted up so he could see exactly what effect this situation was having on me. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been more turned on. I fucking love it.”
His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as his hungry gaze fell on my cock. “Good. In that case, I think it’s time to test your theory.”
I removed my hand carefully. “Fuck yes.”
As soon as I was clear, Reid was sitting up and pulling at my shoulders. “Lie down. Right there.”
I let him manhandle me into position. Had I died and gone to Heaven? That couldn’t be the case. There was no afterlife for supes.
If there were, I thought this was what mine would be.
Reid straddling my hips.
His hands shaking with need as he grabbed my cock.
Lining it up and sinking down.
“Fuck.” His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as he took me deeper. “Oh god. You’re so big.”
My hands went to his hips, not to slow or guide him, but because I couldn’t not touch him. “In a good way?”
“The best way,” he breathed as he bottomed out. “So much better than my toys.”
“Good.” I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to rut up into him. I couldn’t help it—the tight heat of him around my cock was extraordinary. Too fucking extraordinary. I wasn’t going to last. Not as long as I wanted to. “Take what you need, sweetheart.”
He gave a small moan as his hips rose a few inches before slamming down again. “This is the best.”
The desperate need to take him faded away as he rode me.
In that moment, I knew I was changing again.
That the image of Reid’s head thrown back was being etched into my very soul.
The sounds of his gasps would replay in my ears.
The feel of his hands braced on my chest may as well have been tattooed there.
I’d never forget this. Any of it.
Reid’s eyes fluttered open, the black of his pupils obscuring the blue. “Fuck me, Ev.”
My hands tightened reflexively on his hips. “You sure?”
His head bobbed. “Take me. Hard. I need it.”
My wolf growled. Scratch that, that noise was coming from me. From my human chest.
Holding Reid steady, I sat up and scooted us back until my spine was against the headboard. “Need you like this,” I murmured, my hand going to the back of his neck and pulling his head down. “Need to taste you.”
I smothered Reid’s moan with my lips as I began to slowly thrust up into him. Caught his whimpers with my tongue and claimed them as my own.
Just as I wanted to claim him.
I pulled him close as I unleashed myself.
With my hands on his shoulders, Reid was pinned in place as I rutted into him.
Our lips were pressed together, but we weren’t kissing.
We were too far gone. Too lost in the orgasms that were barrelling towards us.
Reid’s hands were in my hair, his cock pressed against my abs.
An almost constant stream of babble spilling from him as I took us higher.
“Can ye come like this?” I panted, not slowing my thrusts. “I’m close, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” he whimpered, burying his face in my neck. “Just keep—oh god, right there.”
His hole clamped around my cock as hot liquid splashed over my torso.
I followed Reid over the edge, my roar rattling the windows. My cock jerked as I shot load after load into him.
Marking him as mine in the most primal way possible.
“That feels so good,” Reid moaned, pushing back on me. “Like you’re mine.”
I was too gone to think through what I was doing. Grabbing his chin, I made him meet my eyes. “You are mine, sweetheart.”
He froze, and for a second, fear gripped me. But maybe he was too far gone too, because he just smiled. “Good.”