Chapter 14 – Locheran #2
Once I’m clean and clothed, I head to the building’s roof and launch myself into the sky to fly from Midtown to Farrah’s apartment on the Upper East Side.
Landing on the roof a few minutes later, I implement my human form before taking the elevator down to Farrah’s floor.
We have cloaking shields that can be used to hide our monster form, but it’s better to shift into a human state while inside buildings or in the vicinity of humans.
That way we don’t confuse the mortals when they see a door open, but there’s no one entering or leaving.
The exception is the bear shifter guarding Farrah’s door. He’s human passing, so he’s only being hidden so no one calls police about the large man lingering in the hallway.
After dismissing him, I approach Farrah’s apartment. The moment I reach her door, it swings open. She steps back, allowing me to walk in. Without looking away from her, I close the door and lock it, then stalk toward my mate where she’s backed up into the kitchen.
After dropping my human form, I scoop her head into my hands. She lets out a huff of breath before I cover her mouth with mine.
The kiss is rough. Hungry. Desperate.
She whimpers when my fangs scratch at her lips, causing them to bleed. I lap up her blood and suck on the cut to get more.
Her hands fist my shirt attempting to bring me closer. Then her palms are all over me: my sides, my back… her fingertips graze over the base of my wings and my dick jerks in response. I move us until she’s against the wall, and I grind my hardening cock into her stomach.
Her hands inch lower, finding my ass, and she squeezes.
I groan into her mouth, and she smiles, clearly loving the way I respond to her touch.
She pulls away and I open my mouth to ask if something’s wrong… but then she grabs me by the arms and spins us around until my back hits the wall.
She drops to her knees.
“Farrah,” I warn, her name nearly a growl.
She ignores me and hooks her fingers into the band of my pants. I reach for her hands to stop her, but she slaps them.
“Do you really not want me to?”
This is a test. I do. Fuck, I do. But I’d rather please her. She deserves all the orgasms human men failed to give her.
“And you’ve already given me plenty. Let me return the favor,” she says, hearing my thoughts.
She caught me off guard and my shields must have dropped. I’m still trying to get used to our bodies constantly vying to communicate with each other, physically, emotionally, and mentally.
I take her chin in my hand. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
I smile and drop my hand.
“Good,” she says. “Now, if you try to stop me from putting my mate’s cock in my mouth again, I will fight you.”
She smirks, eyelashes fluttering as she peers up at me.
“Remember, I’m trained to be a hunter. I will kick your ass.”
I have no doubt that she could try.
“And when’s the last time you beat up a monster?” I tease.
“Shut it.”
With a chuckle, I hand over control to my mate.
“Good. Now relax while I taste you.”
I may have had shitty sex with lots of dudes, but I'm fantastic at giving head.
I’m not sure if she meant to send me that thought, but her words only make my cock get harder. She peels my pants to the floor and inhales a sharp breath. I glance down at her admiring my dick.
“Fascinating,” she whispers.
I groan when she takes it in her hands. She lightly traces her fingertips over the bulbous middle, over all the veins, down to the thick base where my knot is located. It throbs, desperate to expand inside her.
“Velvety,” she says quietly while basically petting my cock.
It’s torture. She’s torturing me with her exploration. Precum leaks out of the end, and she laps it up with her tongue.
I close my eyes, my head falling to the wall.
Fuck that's good, Mouse.
She takes the engorged head into her mouth and hums. I jerk and fist my hands in her hair, which she has up in a ponytail. I fight the urge to grab hold of it so I can thrust into her mouth.
My pleased reaction seems to light a fire inside her, and she wraps her hands around my length.
Slowly, she fists up and down, twisting and applying just the right pressure before suctioning her lips and sliding me into her mouth again.
I buck away from the wall, my hands still buried in her hair.
I tug at the strands, and she whimpers at the sudden pain it must cause.
She drops one hand to my balls, massaging them while fisting my shaft. Then she takes me deeper down her throat, flattening her tongue, and sliding back out to the tip.
My orgasm is already building at the base of my spine. But I want her to come too, so I slip my tail past the band of her leggings. She pauses, only briefly, before opening her legs wider to allow the tip to sink inside her wet cunt.
She falls into a perfect rhythm, squeezing my balls and milking my shaft, then taking all of me to the back of her throat.
Her gag reflex is nearly nonexistent, but her eyes still water.
My tail’s tip presses against her clit and starts vibrating. She jerks and moans, then swallows. The vibration and her throat working around me wrestles a curse from my mouth.
“Farrah,” I say, my voice strained. “I’m close to coming and it’s going to be… a lot of cum. Where do you want it?”
She doesn’t let up manhandling my nuts, fisting my length while bobbing her head in tandem. I’m barely holding on as her pleasure mixes with mine. She drags my cock out of her tightly gripped lips until the tip falls out with a pop. She licks around her mouth and smiles up at me.
“Down my throat,” she says, panting, as the tip of my tail continues to vibrate against her clit. Her cheeks are painted with lust. She doesn’t falter stroking me at a leisurely pace. “I can take it all.”
God, she’s perfect.
“Fuck my mouth.”
So fucking perfect.
She parts her lips, ready for me while looking up with her innocent eyes.
Innocent but corrupted with desire.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
Farrah drops her hands, allowing me to enter into her mouth gently. Her lips close tightly, her tongue flat.
I want to treat her like the fragile human she is, but I know she’s stronger than any normal human.
She may have been born a hunter, but she was made for me.
I begin pumping into her, faster with every encouraging whimper she gives me. The vibration in my tail’s tip amps up, and her scream is muffled by my cock inside her mouth.
Taking hold of her now loosened ponytail for leverage, I piston my hips, fucking her face until her body shakes with an orgasm.
I'm quick to follow, grunting as my cum spurts down her throat.
She swallows every last drop.
Farrah collapses to the floor, breathing heavily. A sheen of sweat lingers on her brow. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks painted red, and her hair is a ratted mess.
I smirk, proud of how well I fucked her mouth.
Lying down next to her, I take her hand in mine.
“Your tail is better than my vibrators.”
I chuckle. “Thank you?”
“It’s a good thing. My vibrators are the only thing that can make me orgasm. Well, up until you and your monster cock.” She giggles. “Monster cock.”
She adjusts herself on the floor to cuddle to my side. I wrap my arm around her.
“I feel high. Not that I get high a lot. I have a few times. Sometimes I’ll buy gummies or edibles, especially if I'm exhausted and need a good night’s sleep. This feels similar.”
I rub my palm up and down her arm. We’re still dressed, aside from me being sans pants, which have been kicked to the other side of the kitchen.
“Being apart from you so soon after completing the bond means it’s working extra hard to solidify. It means everything between us is amplified. So that high feeling is a side effect of a fated mate orgasm.”
“That’s a thing?”
I hum in answer and kiss the top of her head.
The soft pad of paws on the wooden floor alerts me to Potato in the room. He sits in the living area, staring at us.
Judging us.
“I think your cat watched you give me a blow job.”
Farrah chuckles. “Are you weirded out? Or does he still scare you?”
I scoff. “I’m not scared of cats. I just don’t trust them. Also, their little razor-sharp claws can do some major damage.”
Farrah lifts her head, amused. “You literally have bigger claws AND longer fangs. I think you could hold your own in a fight against Potato.”
The cat must be bored with the sex-crazed mates on the floor because he walks away and jumps onto the top shelf of his tower.
“How do your wings work?” Farrah asks, pulling my attention away from the trickster cat. “And your tail… how the hell does it vibrate? Your cock’s base is different. Is that because of the knot? How exactly does it work? I’ve only read about it in books, so is it the same?”
The questions come in rapid fire. I smile because she’s just so freaking adorable.
“We sure have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”