Chapter 18 – Locheran
The meeting only lasted about thirty minutes before we were dismissed.
Farrah’s been quiet, and I know it’s because she’s concerned about how dangerous the plan is to infiltrate her family’s operations.
I fly her to her apartment where she packs a bag and gets Potato in his carrier along with his supplies to bring back to my place.
All her belongings that she’s been packing in boxes this past week will be moved over this weekend.
Some of her big items like her couch and bed will be left to whoever takes over her lease.
After I bundle my mate, her cat, and her bag in my arms, I fly us back to my apartment in Midtown.
She lets Potato out once we’re inside. I bought litter and a litter box for him, that way I didn't have to fly around Manhattan with it. Potato finds the box and drops a load that smells up the spare bathroom.
“Damn, for such a little thing, he sure knows how to stink bomb the place,” I say, attempting to get my mouse to smile.
She does, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Hey,” I say, my voice softening. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “It’s just a lot. All of this. You, us, my family.”
A few tears roll down her cheeks, and I wipe them away with my thumbs.
“How can I help? Do you want to cuddle on the couch and watch movies?”
The corner of her mouth tilts up. “No. I just want to be with you.”
“I’m here, babe.”
She scrunches up her nose at ‘babe.’ “You know what I mean,” she says with a sigh.
“I don’t. Tell me.”
She huffs before locking her eyes with mine. She takes my shirt in her hands and tugs me closer. Her tongue swoops across her bottom lip.
“Fuck me, Locheran. Please. I can barely function. I need you inside me. Now. Desperately.”
My cock perks up at her words.
She stands on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on my lips. One hand clutches my nape while the other moves around to my back.
Her fingertips graze over my wings, and they unfurl with a shudder.
She smiles against my lips.
“You like that?” she asks, teasing me.
I groan and nod.
“Use your words, Loch.” One of her hands moves down my front to cup my hardening cock. “Tell me you like me touching your wings.”
I don’t know who the fuck replaced my shy little mouse, but I am here for it. “I like you touching my wings. Do it again.”
“Would you come just by my touch?”
“Yes,” I say, the word barely a whisper.
Her fingertips skim over the silken membrane again and my body jerks. She still has her hand on my growing boner. She squeezes, just slightly.
“Fuck, Farrah.”
The hand on my wing moves to my hair, her fingertips combing through the locks causing it to fall out of the low ponytail. But she doesn’t stop there. Her hands head toward my horns.
I take a step back.
“Wait,” I say, my breathing labored. I’m going to come in my pants if she keeps at it.
“Maybe I want you to make a mess in your pants,” she says, a mischievous smile across her face.
I look at the ceiling as if something up there can save me. I want the first time I come tonight to be inside my mate.
She closes the distance between us and slides her hands underneath my shirt.
“I’ve never been comfortable during sex,” she says.
Her cold palms travel up my abs to find my nipples.
She squeezes them between her thumb and index finger, and my cock responds by straining against the zipper of my pants.
“But you make me comfortable. With myself. With sex. I’ve always been submissive.
I always put men’s pleasure over my own. ”
“Then let me fuck you and give you all the orgasms you deserve,” I say.
She shakes her head. “I’ve never made a man come by just my touch.”
“I don’t believe that.”
She shrugs. “Hand jobs, sure. But hand jobs are boring.”
“You want to give me a wing job? A horn job?” I ask, chuckling.
She licks her lips again, smiling shyly.
She’s still my little mouse. But she’s begging me to let this other side of her break free. She deserves that. I can give that to her.
I step away and take her hand, leading her into my bedroom. I leave her at the bed and walk to the wall of windows where there’s more space.
“Okay,” I say and fully unfurl my wings. They spread out from end to end. “Make me come by just your touch, Mouse.”
The way her face lights up lets me know this was the right decision.
She walks toward me slowly while she peels off her top. My eyes fall to her chest, and her bra is the next thing to go. Her tits fall out, and my mouth waters at the thought of taking a nipple between my lips and teeth. I move to do just that, but she holds up a finger, tsking at me.
“No touching,” she scolds.
She bends to slip off the skirt she’s wearing, followed by her tights and panties.
My eyes trail down my mate’s body, and I whimper with need.
“You’re being so patient, Loch.”
A low growl sounds within my throat at her praise.
“Oh, you like that, huh?”
I nod eagerly.
I never knew I needed her praise until now.
She stands before me and places her palms on my chest. Her touch is searing through the fabric of my shirt. She skims her hands up over my shoulders until reaching my neck. Standing on her tiptoes, she gives me a kiss on my lips. It’s too quick, and I lean in to chase her mouth when she pulls away.
She walks to my right and lifts a palm.
“Ready?” she asks.
I nod.
Her hand flattens and a zing of pleasure shoots through the membrane and spreads to the joints that hold my wings together.
My body shudders, and my eyes roll back into my head because she’s not just pressing her hand to the membrane; she’s petting it.
She slides her palm and fingers over every inch.
My cock leaks with precum, soaking the front of my pants.
I’m panting, my legs threatening to give out.
“Yes, Farrah, that’s good,” I say between breaths.
“Pick me up,” she orders, and I don’t hesitate.
She wraps her short legs around my waist, her warm pussy dragging over my groin.
I close my eyes at the feeling. She moves her hips in circles, and I squeeze her ass in response. She hums but doesn’t stop. Trusting me not to drop her, she moves one hand to my horn and wraps her fingers around it, fisting it up and down.
Her other hand presses against the wing over my right shoulder. She drags the fingertips over the surface.
“Fuck,” I groan.
The friction of her sweet cunt on my dick while touching my horn and wing at the same time is too much.
It’s too good.
It takes only a few more seconds before my body quakes with an orgasm that intensifies as Farrah’s own release merges with mine.
When I’m done, cum soaks the front of my pants. Farrah goes limp in my arms while breathing heavily into my neck.
“That was amazing,” she wheezes.
I hum my agreement and run my hands up and down her back.
“Let’s get cleaned up and then I’m going to feed you. We’re going to need it tonight,” I say and walk us into my bathroom.
We shower together. Farrah lets me wash her body and hair. It’s sensual, but we don’t let our desires take hold because both of our stomachs rumble with hunger.
The faster we rinse off, dress, and eat, the sooner we’ll be fucking and solidifying the bond.
Finally.
Instead of cooking, I order sushi takeout. It arrives within thirty minutes, and we sit on stools at the kitchen island.
“What’s it like being old?” Farrah asks before using chopsticks to stick a piece of her spicy crunchy crab roll in her mouth.
She scowled at me when I said that didn’t count as sushi, then she threatened to use her hunter skills on me to kick my ass. She keeps saying she could fight me, and I might need to take her up on the offer… and immediately follow the fight with lots of hot sex.
“Old, huh?”
She rolls her eyes while chewing. “I mean living for as long as you have.”
I set my chopsticks down, swallow my bite of salmon nigiri, and take a deep breath.
“It’s been lonely. I mean, I had Xander and Thorne, but living hundreds of years not knowing if I’d ever find a mate… feeling that hope slowly fade as time passed, especially when you realize the person or supe you just met isn’t ‘the one,’ became draining.
“That being said, I experienced a life of firsts. I traveled around the world and met some amazing beings. I witnessed historic events, some that I’ll never forget because of how tragic yet beautiful they were to experience.
I’ve loved every part of my thousand years, but there was always a part of me missing. ”
My little mouse sniffs, staring down at her plate.
“That’s so sad, Loch. I’m sorry.”
I lift her chin and turn her head to me.
“I’d live another thousand years just the same if I knew you were waiting for me.”
She smiles sadly, then shakes her head. “You’re so dramatic.”
I place my hand over my heart. “I’m romantic.”
She takes a drink of water and side-eyes me. When she sets the glass down, she turns in her chair to face me. Her knees graze over the side of my thigh and it sends a shot of lust to my cock.
Yeah… the bond is extremely sensitive right now.
“When’s your birthday?” she asks, smiling at the prospect of learning more about my life.
“October 25th. What about you?”
“I turned forty-two on April 24th.”
Her hand rests on the counter, and I reach for it, weaving my fingers with hers. “Happy belated birthday. I’ll make sure we plan an extravagant celebration for your next one.”
She smiles, her cheeks coloring pink. It’s clear my little mouse hasn’t been cared for much of her life.
She hasn’t been spoiled, pampered, or worshipped like she deserves.
Me doing the bare minimum of celebrating her birthday makes her shy away as if she believes she shouldn’t be honored for the milestone.
Everyone deserves the royal treatment for living another year. It’s why I go all out for my own birthdays.
“Tell me all the things you love,” Farrah says, lifting her head with determination following that moment of self-doubt. “Favorite color, food, music, movie, tv show, place you traveled… everything.”