23. Waiting #2
I nodded and eased away from him, through the door into the summer sun.
The lawn was crispy and yellow from the lack of rain; the air perfumed with the scent of tarmac.
I sat in the shadow of some trees and stripped off.
Letting my animal alter out was simple, as easy as breathing.
They surged forward and soon in the man’s place was a red fox with white socked feet and a bushy tail with a white tip.
My fox was beautiful. I loved everything about being in that form. The sharper scents, in this form, I could scent small creatures in the hollow of a tree. With my sharp sight, I could see every leaf above me. The feel of the air over my whiskers and fur was heavenly.
Settling in the undergrowth, I curled my tail around me and just enjoyed the feeling of this form. Everyone was right. I didn’t shift nearly often enough. Even before becoming pregnant, I hadn’t let my fox out as much as I should have.
When I worked at the school, they didn’t encourage it, even though there were a few shifter kids who often struggled to keep their form.
A shifter child that got too excited was liable to burst into fur or feathers.
I’d seen it more than once over my time there.
Angelica had been with a shifter childminder, so they shifted together, helping her keep her form during the school day.
She was pretty great at managing her hold over her alter.
Giving opportunities to Angelica and denying myself was a familiar habit that I’d formed.
When I’d been with Silas, they hadn’t thought much about giving me time to shift, though they probably did themselves when they took their breaks. It became custom for me to eventually work up the courage to ask or have my fox break free.
I was the worst shifter. My fox chirped at me, irritated at my melancholy thoughts. I was also the worst mate. All the mistakes I’d made since coming to Sweetwater sat heavy on me.
Why had I rejected Dakota? Not just once, either.
When I thought back to that time, I was embarrassed.
Holding onto a relationship that wasn’t working even before my move had been stupid.
Silas was too young for me, not in years since that didn’t matter, but where he was in his life.
His priorities were his career and having fun.
I wanted a quiet life with my family. Tying him down to me as a form of safety blanket was ridiculous.
Not for the first time, I wished that Dakota and I had more time together before the pregnancy. Time to fall in love without him worrying I was only with him for security.
It simply wasn’t true. My mate was everything I wanted in a man. Strong. Smart. Capable. Dakota fit into every group that he met. He was loyal, kind, and so very loving. The Luna had brought me a man that I could truly fall in love with and walk beside as an equal.
Resting my face on my paws, I wrapped my tail closer around me as I apologized to my fox. They deserved better than me. I needed to trust their judgment more. Use those superior senses. I felt the affection my fox felt for me along our bond. They understood and forgave me.
I fell asleep there, safe under a charcoal wolf’s gaze.
“Kota?”
“Hmm?” He was reclining on the sofa bed he’d had installed in the room above the garage, the phone propped in front of him.
“I need to say sorry.”
“For what?” Dakota sat up to give me his full attention. It was difficult for me to share what I needed to say, since he was shirtless. Acres of tanned, slightly furry skin on show. I wanted desperately to run my fingers through that hair and trace the trail to the waistband of his jeans.
I was sure I was drooling. My focus dragged itself back to what I wanted to say. “For how we started off. I went about everything wrong. I should never have rejected you. We should have communicated. I guess, well, I just reacted.”
He settled back against the pillows. “And I get that. It’s fine. We got there, didn’t we?”
“We lost so much time, though!”
“Did we?” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “I have to believe that this is where we were supposed to end up.”
“So, it’s okay that everything was such a mess to start with?” I sat back on my bed, worrying at a thread on the comforter.
“Okay? I’m not sure if it’s okay. It was our beginning and they aren’t always smooth. We’re just going to have a ton of stories for the great-grandkids.”
“Great-grandkids?”
“I plan on us being around for a very long time.” A smile played at the corner of his lips. A far away look in his eyes. “Kade’s kids are going to be the same age as our baby. Chances are they could have kids around the same time if The Luna blesses them the way she has us.”
“I never thought about how weird it must be for him to be having kids at the same time as me. This little man will be Kade’s babies’ uncle!” The thought had a grin flitting across my face until Dakota’s words turned it to a scowl.
“So you’ll be a hot papa and grandpa at the same time.”
“Kota.” I warned.
“Jas?”
“If you want me to do anything with this toy that Poppy went to all this effort to make for us, then you’ll stop with the grandpa shit right now.” Just thinking about using it was getting me hard. Stupid hormones had me on a hair trigger to arousal.
“Is that right?” His smirk was devious. He knew I wasn’t turning this opportunity down. A way to feel him inside me after our all too brief visit last week? Yeah, I was pretty sure that he could say almost anything right now and I’d be onboard.
My hormones were all over the place. My earlier sadness and doubt swept away with need. I was horny for my mate and he was too far away. “Jeans off.” I commanded.
His smirk returned full blast. I missed those lips on mine.
His facial hair was a little longer than he usually kept it.
I imagined it would feel amazing against my inner thighs.
“You are so sexy.” I told him as I removed the sleep pants I’d been wearing.
Then I threw my shirt on the floor. I ran a hand down my body to my aching cock, giving it a couple of tugs.
“Slow down, sweetheart. We don’t want you to finish and then fall asleep on me now, do we?”
That was fair. Maybe that had happened once or twice and Deke had to carry me through from the bathroom where I’d jerked off with my mate on screen. Privacy was at a premium in this house. I’d at least wiped myself off and covered my body before he found me passed out.
I took my hand off and wandered my fingers lower, tracing one digit around my hole.
Dakota ran a hand down his body. “I’m imagining my fingers are your lips, kissing a pathway down my body before wrapping your hand around my dick.”
“It’s such a handful.” He was girthy. Long and thick, with a slight curve up and to the left. Perfect for hitting my spot, which made sense since the goddess had made us for each other.
I ran my finger around my hole, slipping it inside to the first knuckle. “This is your tongue tracing around my entrance and dipping inside. Tasting the slick I’m making for you.” I was pretty wet already, my finger sliding in and out easily.
“Deeper. I love tasting you. So sweet.” He grunted as he rubbed a pearl of pre-cum over the glans of his cock and pushed back the foreskin.
“I want a taste of you, too. To swirl my tongue around the head, dip into your slit and suck you deep.”
“Another finger.” He ordered. I did as he requested, sliding another finger alongside the first, scissoring them to stretch myself for the toy. “Grab the toy. Suck it like you would me. Get it nice and wet.”
His eyes were bright with need, his bear at the surface as he grabbed the sleeve and rolled it down over his length.
Rather than try to slow things down, I did as ordered.
Sucking and licking at the toy, the taste strange.
The action made him moan for me. It was green, an odd choice for a toy, but I was glad she hadn’t tried to replicate the colors of Dakota’s cock.
“Goddess! I can feel your tongue on me. Slow down a bit. I don’t want to cum until I’m inside you. Another finger sweetheart.”
My licks slowed, and I didn’t take the head into my mouth properly. I switched my focus to opening myself up properly for the toy. Within a matter of minutes, I had four fingers inside me, pushing them in deep and groaning around the feeling. “Kota, please,” I begged.
“Make sure it’s wet and slide it in.” He stroked himself slowly but stopped with a ragged cry as I eased the toy inside me. “Holy shit! It’s like you’re on my cock! Holy fuck!”
I grinned savagely and rammed it inside me deep, crying out at the oh so familiar feeling of the stretch and weight of Dakota’s cock. It felt exactly like him. The same heat and ridges of his veins. “Oh, my, goddess!”
Waiting just a minute and breathing around the sudden feeling of fullness, strange without the weight of my mate over me, I teased Dakota by widening my legs, letting him see how my hole stretched around the green silicone. “Jas, please,” he pleaded, “move it. You feel so good.”
Slowly, I eased it out to the tip and plunged it back inside, making us cry out in unison. “Oh, fuck!” I yelled as it hit my spot. It had the same wicked curve that he did. Perfectly teasing me with every pass.
My hand got sore after a few minutes of thrusting the toy in and out. I paused for a minute, the toy just inside, to prop my hips better, then changed hands. Each movement made me shiver as the toy moved and hit different spots.
“Goddess, what a view. I wish I was there, Jas.” Dakota was brushing his fingers over his nipples, not needing the extra stimulation since the sleeve was making him feel like it joined him with me.
Wriggling into a better position, legs splayed wide, I shoved the toy deeper and stroked my cock.
The whole situation had me on edge, my release close.
“More, harder, I need it harder.” I said as I pistoned it in and out of me, clenching my muscles and tagging my spot each time.
“Pinch your nipples for me. I need your knot to come.”
Dakota’s breath was sawing out of his lungs. He was groaning and sighing with each motion of the toy. Pre-cum leaking onto his stomach.
“Tease your balls,” I said. More, I needed more.
His hands followed my demands, one pinching a nipple and the other massaging his balls as I loved to do when I was riding his cock.
I felt it then; the knot expanding inside me.
“Yes!” I cried out. It wasn’t quite the same, but as the knot got to full size, the toy expanded and contracted, warming like it was pumping me with his seed.
The idea of being filled up was enough to bring me to the edge.
My balls drew up, and I pressed a finger into the slit of my cock.
That was enough, and I came all over my hand, making Dakota cry out as my muscles clamped down on the toy, and with it, the sleeve over his cock.
We lay there silently after taking in ragged breaths. My whole body was buzzing with the effects of my orgasm, sleep wanting to pull me under despite my earlier nap.
“Verdict?” Dakota asked, shuffling to sit up. He wiped away his cum, but left the sleeve. “Feels like I’m still inside you,” he explained at my confused look.
“Not quite as good as the real thing, but an excellent substitute.” It did feel good, but the weight was off.
A few minutes passed, and the knot started to go down. “Oh,” Dakota said. “The feeling’s gone.”
It was then that I noticed. “Oh, it’s not working anymore.” Tears filled my eyes, and I dashed them away angrily. Stupid hormones.
“It’s alright, Jas. We’ll ask for another spell to make it work again.” Dakota attempted to soothe me.
“I don’t want a spell! I just want you.”
“I know, sweetheart. Hopefully, it’s not for much longer.”