Chapter 19 Countdown to The Real Thing
Bane
Josh claims my romance skills aren’t completely lacking. Not sure I believe him. From where I’m standing, he’s so much better at expressing himself and making his feelings clear.
The watch that magically keeps me on time was practical and sweet. This new gift that instead leads directly to him? Damn, it gets me right in the heart.
He wins. No topping that. Still, I have to try.
“Wow,” he exclaims as we step into the penthouse suite at the best hotel in the big human city closest to Concordia. “This room is stunning.”
“You’re stunning,” I growl, pinning him against the door.
I had intended to dazzle him with the breathtaking skyline, luxurious amenities, and exquisite champagne, but we can’t keep our hands off each other long enough to savor any of it.
Oh well, at least the sheets are soft. They look so pretty wrapped around him while he arches his back and moans for me as my cock sinks into him.
“Yes, Bane, just like that.”
This is a great view too. Josh naked on his hands and knees, his body mine for the taking.
I’m inside him, and every time I pull back and push forward, his body shudders with pleasure. I set a slow pace, savoring how he moans my name. I’m planning to make this last as long as possible.
Then I thrust forward, my knot pressing against his rim, and everything changes.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, arching back into me and practically begging for it. “Knot me. Knot me now.”
Okay, now he’s literally begging for it.
“Okay, that’s a really tempting offer,” I admit. Ever since we cleared the air between us, my knot forms whenever I get hard around him. My wolf knows what it wants, who it wants. I agree about the who, it’s just the when that differs.
“Do you have a better idea?” he wonders.
“Maybe. Um, don’t make fun of me.”
“Why would I make fun of you right now?”
“Okay, good point. I think we should wait until accepting our mate bond.” It’s hard to explain why. The beginning of our story became epically screwed up. Accepting our bond should be special.
Josh twists his head, looking at me over his shoulder with a smile like he understands perfectly. “I love that idea.”
“Cool.”
My answering grin is just as sweet as his, though the movement of my hips is dirtier as I resume fucking into him. He groans and I grip his shoulder, adjusting and making sure my cock slides in deeper this time.
“Mmm, Bane. Give me your knot.”
Seriously? “Babe, we just talked about this. I’ll knot you when we complete our mate bond.”
Josh whimpers, still canting his hips back toward me. “I know and I love that idea. So romantic. Totally on board,” he pants out. “It’s just… Give me your knot.”
“Babe,” I laugh.
He groans, his head falling forward onto the pillow. His muffled words still reach me. “Okay, don’t listen to me. Don’t think I’ll be able to stop begging.”
“As long as you know it’s not on the table tonight, I don’t mind if you beg.” In fact, I love it. “You beg so pretty.”
“Please, please,” he groans, unable to help himself.
Yeah, just like that. My cock twitches inside him, and I grit my teeth to maintain control. He’s gorgeous, especially like this, flushed and desperate for my knot.
“Want my knot in you?” I growl. “For me to sink in and lock you with me, hold you there, full of me and my cum?”
“Oh fuck,” he gasps out, his fingers clawing at the sheets.
I smirk, leaning down to nip at his ear. “You like that idea, puppy?”
“Of course. It’s hot.” Must be. He doesn’t even object to the nickname.
Just as I’m settling into a rhythm that I know will drive him wild, he shakes his head and reaches back, putting a hand on my hip. “Hold on, back up.”
I pull out slowly, watching as his hole clenches, desperate to keep me buried deep inside where I belong. Josh rolls over, his eyes never leaving mine as his fingers circle my hardness. I bite my lip when he does his best to turn my mind to mush with the tempting strokes of his hand.
“We’re made for each other, right? That means this knot was made for me.”
“Oh, shit.” I grit my teeth, trying not to buck into his hand.
Here’s the downside of a mate much smarter than me.
Winning arguments is just not in my future.
But I’m doing this right, dammit, and mating while on a timetable with my pack isn’t gonna cut it.
Even though it would be so easy to surrender and fill him up.
.. “Not giving it to you tonight, baby, gonna have to wait.”
“Bane,” he pleads, his fingers brushing over the swollen flesh of my knot and making me gasp.
I take a few deep breaths and shake my head. “Sorry.”
His lips brush against mine in a soft kiss, though his hands grab my ass and urge me forward. We adjust our position so I can get inside him like this, face to face, and then I’m pushing back into his tight heat.
“You are right about one thing,” I admit, groaning as he clenches around me. “We’re meant to be. That means my knot is meant to be inside you. You’re meant to be stuffed full, meant to be knotted and filled with my cum You were born to take me.”
“Mmmm, please.”
“Please what?”
“You know what,” he growls.
“Say it.”
“Give me, please give me...” His mouth drops open, struggling to speak as he moans while I hit his prostate.
“What do you want, puppy?”
Eyes closed and head thrown back, it takes him a moment to respond. “You... you’re the puppy.”
“Oh. Guess you don’t need my knot after all.” It presses against Josh’s rim, teasingly close but not quite entering.
“I need it! Give me your knot, Bane, please.”
“I will.” As I thrust forward, our faces get close and I peck his lips with mine. “One day.”
“Oh, you son of a—”
Adjusting my hips, my cock drags across his prostate and the rest of his curse dissolves into a desperate moan.
Face flushed and body so inviting as he whines and begs for me, I can’t resist the urge to give him what he’s asking for, just a little.
I rock into him, my knot right up against his rim, pressing forward enough that he feels the insistent pressure as it seeks its way home.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes! Bane!”
My knot teases against his rim for a few more shallow thrusts, almost pushing inside, a promise of what’s to come when we’re truly ready to complete our bond.
For now, though, I’m content to drive him wild with anticipation. When I pull back, he nearly screams in frustration.
“Oh, you bastard.”
“Did you just call me a bastard?” I laugh.
He pouts. “You’re teasing me.”
“You like it.”
“You don’t know that.”
Reaching between us, I grasp Josh’s hard cock and curl my fingers around the slick length. Precum streams from the tip, slicking my palm and making it easy to jack him off slowly. “This tells me you love every second.”
“No fair, you can’t use my own dick against me,” he hisses, helplessly rocking into my hand.
“Your body doesn’t lie. Never seen you this hard before. Have you ever been this hard, this desperate?”
“N-no,” he stammers, trying to form his response. “It’s just...”
“Just for me, for my knot?”
“Yeah, Bane,” he gasps.
“You sound so pretty saying my name.” I increase the pace of my hand around Josh’s cock, feeling him shudder beneath my touch. “Better take care of this.”
“Mmm, fuck, yes, thank you,” he moans, the gratitude in his voice unexpected and endearing.
See, he’s totally the puppy here.
With my free hand, I cup his cheek, my thumb stroking the soft skin. How does he just keep getting better? “You suck cock like a pro but are also polite in bed? Oh man, you’re full of wonderful surprises.”
“…Didn’t mean to thank you,” he murmurs.
“Well, I liked it, puppy. Will you cum for me?”
“Mmm, yeah,” he whimpers, his body tensing, cock throbbing in my hand.
“Do it. I’ll be right behind you. Cum for me, pup.”
“Bane!” The sound of my name torn from his lips as he falls apart is music to my ears. His eyes squeeze shut, his back arches, and a low moan spills from his lips as he comes undone in my hand.
Seeing him pushes me over the edge. That and my cock pushing in deep, my knot throbbing against his rim, so close to where it needs to be. My body shakes as I spill into him.
It’s almost enough to make my knees buckle and collapse, but I brace myself on the bed rather than crush him and watch as Josh catches his breath and rides out the aftershocks.
When I lie next to him, he immediately melts into me, his eyes sleepy and happy. I stroke his hair, amazed that I get soft moments like this with him. Whether he’s sexy or sweet, Josh is everything I desire. I’m damn lucky to actually have him.
Josh suddenly rouses and looks at me very seriously. He pokes my chest with a finger. “You’re the puppy.”
I laugh. “You know what? I think we both are.”
He considers this and nods. “I can live with that.”
Good. But I plan to do a lot better than just living. Never thought I was the fairy tale type, but I want to spend every day making him happier than he ever dreamed possible. Josh Fielding deserves a happily ever after, and I’m the man who’s gonna give it to him.