17. Kedi
Kedi
The words on the screen blurred, and I blinked hard to clear my vision. Did it say he was coming over? Or maybe it said he couldn’t make it. Either way, it didn’t solve my immediate problem, which was my aching dick and my needy, greedy hole demanding to be filled.
Whining, I thrashed my legs, kicking off the sweat-soaked sheet, my hand drifting to my cock like it had a mind of its own, stroking absently. “Norman… Norman, I need you to tell me what this text says,” I yelled. Except Norman didn’t appear, not even when I called louder. “Norman?”
He’s not here, my wolf reminded me.
Oh yeah. I forgot. As soon as my heat had started, he’d made other plans for a place to stay.
He said he didn’t want to listen to my weird sex sounds.
Pfft, I wasn’t that loud. And honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I’d be having any sex.
As soon as my temperature spiked, I’d texted Apollo’s burner phone, letting him know I needed his knot, but the chances of him being able to sneak away were slim.
It wouldn’t be the first time I had to take care of my heat by myself, but now that I had a mate, the thought of using a dildo was a bit of a mood killer.
My phone buzzed with another text, but I didn’t even attempt to read it.
I was lost to the heat haze, and I tossed it aside, listening to it thud as it slipped off the side of the bed and hit the carpet.
I vaguely debated retrieving it, but fuck it.
Everyone important knew I would be unreachable for a few days.
I’d called in to work, informed my pack, and Joel promised to check in on me if he hadn’t heard from me by Sunday.
As another gush of slick trickled from my hole in preparation for a knot that wouldn’t come, I whimpered needily, before finally admitting defeat.
I rolled over and pulled open my bedside drawer, withdrawing my knotting dildo.
It was purple, looked like it was covered with dragon scales, and was also very girthy.
Normally it did the trick, but as I eased the head of it into my ass, I felt nothing but frustration. It wasn’t what my body needed.
“Well, too bad, body,” I grunted, working it all the way in, feeling the burn of the stretch. “It’s all you’re gonna get, so you’d better make it work.”
I was midway through “making it work” when my bedroom door slammed open.
I peeled my eyes open, blinking through the haze.
Standing there, chest heaving, pupils blown wide, was Apollo.
“You’re here,” I said dreamily. In fact, now that I’d said it, how could I be sure this wasn’t a dream?
Maybe this was some kind of heat-induced hallucination.
“Of course I’m here. I just about lost my mind knowing you were going through your heat without me, but one of the guys could tell something was wrong and said he’d cover for me.
” He licked his lips, stumbling into the room as my pheromones took the reins.
“You started without me,” he said, though it certainly didn’t look like he minded one bit, his gaze zeroed in on where I was working the dildo in and out of my hole.
He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before giving up and just tearing it off instead.
His erection was already straining at his pants, and as soon as he got his belt undone, his cock forced the zipper down in a rush to join the party.
“I didn’t know if you were coming,” I said, still not entirely sure this was real. “I guess I don’t need this thing anymore.”
“Hang on, let’s not be hasty.” Apollo knelt on the bed between my spread legs and grabbed the silicone shaft before I could extract it.
He took my hand and moved it to my dick, encouraging me to grip myself.
Lowering himself to his stomach, his breath felt cool against my heated skin, as he whispered, “Show me how you like it. What makes my mate feel good?”
I shuddered as I dragged my fist up my shaft as instructed, precum dripping from the tip, which I smeared with my thumb before bringing it to my lips, sucking the salty cream onto my tongue.
“Fuck, baby, that’s so hot,” Apollo said with a low groan, before he dragged the dildo back until only the flared tip remained inside me.
I held my breath, anticipating him pushing it back in, but he just held it there, not moving. With each passing second, my need seemed to ratchet even higher, until I thought I might scream. Nope, there was no way this was a hallucination, because my imagination wouldn’t torture me like this.
Just as I was about to start making demands, he thrust it back in, as deep as it could go.
I cried out, my free hand searching for something to hold on to, and I found his hair as he moved in to lick up my shaft.
I held on tight, guiding his head as he slid the dildo in and out a few times while sucking my balls into his mouth, left then right.
“I need… I need…” I panted desperately as my orgasm built inside me.
Apollo’s moans vibrating right through me, and as he lodged the dildo deep inside me, feeling it nudge at my womb was enough to set me off like a bottle rocket.
I kept working my hand furiously through the orgasm, but my cock didn’t soften even a little.
There was no relief to be found from a toy. What I needed was my mate’s knot.
Luckily, Apollo got the message. Maybe because I was blubbering in my feverish attempt at communicating, “More. Fuck. Knot me. Now.”
With one quick move, he removed the dildo, leaving me gaping, and I was only vaguely aware of him tossing the toy somewhere over his shoulder with a heavy thud.
I hoped it didn’t damage the drywall; I wanted to get my damage deposit back.
I whined at how empty I felt, but it was a short-lived dilemma.
Apollo was suddenly above me, filling me with one thrust, his hips pressed flush against my ass cheeks.
No need for foreplay when I was already stretched and ready for him.
My body felt the difference immediately, recognizing him as what I needed. “Deeper,” I groaned, needing everything he had to give me and more.
A shifter’s heat served only one purpose, and that was breeding. Instinct drove us both. Usually, we liked to experiment with power dynamics, my alpha loving to be dominated, but now wasn’t the time to play.
With a growl, Apollo pulled out and flipped me around onto all fours, before he drove back into me, finally hitting that spot, scratching an itch that had been just out of reach.
“Yes, right there!” I cried out, dropping my head to the mattress like a rag doll.
I was more than happy to let him use me for his own pleasure right now, because as long as I had his dick in my ass, everything felt good.
Even the slightest breeze across my skin felt divine, the texture of the sheets on my face, the firm grip he had on my hips—it all served to drive me toward another climax.
With a stuttered gasp, I came untouched onto the bed beneath me, but it barely even took the edge off.
Luckily, Apollo didn’t even pause in his stride.
His DNA was hardwired to give me exactly what I needed, so even when I came a third time only a couple minutes later, it only seemed to drive him faster.
With one hand on my hip to hold me in place, he slammed into me one final time with a broken moan.
I could feel him throbbing inside me, depositing his seed.
My womb welcomed him in with open arms, a warm tingling sensation that ran all the way down to my toes.
As his knot expanded, he draped himself over my back, nipping at his mark on my neck. “I love you so much,” he whispered.
I tried to say it back, but my lips had gone numb.
The sheets were a total mess of sweat and cum from so many orgasms I’d lost count, but I was barely conscious enough to care at this point. “Rest now…” I mumbled, eyes drifting shut, knowing the next wave of my heat could start up at any moment.
Time lost all meaning after that. I handed over my care to Apollo, trusting in him fully to do whatever needed to be done.
When I grew needy, he fucked me, and even when I stopped thinking about food and water, he made sure I ate and didn’t get dehydrated.
At some point, the sheets were swapped out with a clean set, though I had zero recollection of it happening.
I’d never had someone take care of me through a heat like this.
It was something I could definitely get used to.
I woke up eventually, feeling much better.
The fever had broken, and I became aware of the ache in my abused backside, and for once, I didn’t immediately need my hole filled.
It probably helped that there was a delicious smell permeating the apartment.
“Mm, China Garden,” I groaned as I pushed myself upright.
I would recognize the smell of my favorite restaurant anywhere.
I blinked in the dim evening light. Frowning, I looked around, disoriented.
“What time is it?” What I really meant was what day was it.
“It’s just after 8pm Friday,” Apollo said, appearing in the doorway with a brown paper bag stuffed so full they could barely staple the top shut.
“Friday? But…” It took a second to do the math. “But that means it hasn’t even been 24 hours.” I’d never had a heat last less than three days.
We shared a look as that sank in, a small flutter of excitement trilling through me. Neither of us said it out loud, but there was only one reason for a heat to be so short…
Apollo sat up in the bed beside me, the two of us leaning against the headboard, shoulder to shoulder.
He passed me a set of chopsticks and a plastic container off the top.
I pulled off the lid, the fragrant aroma of cashew chicken and vegetables wrapping around me like a hug.
“My favorite! How did you know what to order?” I asked.
“I wish I could claim we have a psychic connection, but the truth is, your friend texted you to check in, and I saw your phone light up on the floor. I told him you were fine, and he offered to place an order for you.”
“Joel’s the best. Did you… happen to meet him?” I felt guilty that I hadn’t introduced them yet, but my time with Apollo was so limited that I tended to hog all of it to myself. I really should learn how to share.
“No, a delivery driver dropped it off.”
Just as well, I decided. Joel would’ve wanted to hang out and get to know my mate, but the whole apartment no doubt stank like sex.
That would’ve been an awkward introduction between the two people who mattered most to me in the whole world.
As it was, I would need to do an extensive deep clean before Norman came home.
There was only one piece of crispy ginger beef left. Apollo gestured to it with his chopsticks. “It’s not really enough to save for tomorrow. One of us should just eat it.” We looked at each other, then back at the golden-brown piece of glazed perfection.
“I don’t need it,” I said, even as I found myself reaching for it.
“Are you sure?” he asked, smirking as he let me have it.
“I’m honestly so full. I stopped eating for sustenance about 15 minutes ago.
It’s purely for fun at this point. Wheeee!
” I squealed half-heartedly as I shoved it into my mouth.
I knew I would probably regret it when I tried to roll myself out of this bed, but for now, I savored the sweet ginger flavor, sighing in totally satisfied bliss, every single one of my needs met.
“And now for a shower,” Apollo announced, hopping out of the bed like moving wasn’t a problem for him.
I groaned resentfully. “Carry me,” I whined, flopping back on the bed dramatically.
He immediately swooped me up in his arms, and I yelped in surprise, clinging to his shoulders. “I was kidding!” I said, laughing as he carried me out of the bedroom toward the bathroom. “I can walk. Put me down!” I kicked my feet, squirming to get free, but he only tightened his grip.
“Shh, my wolf needs this.” Aww, it turned out his beast was the king of aftercare. Who was I to tell him no? His wolfy instincts were obviously still in control post-heat. I relaxed in his arms and let him do whatever he wanted. There would be plenty of time to return the favor later.
Apollo set me down on the counter. “Stay,” he demanded like the pushy alpha I knew he wasn’t.
He got the shower to the perfect temperature, then retrieved me from the counter and carried me beneath the spray.
He proceeded to soap me up, giving me the best massage I ever could’ve asked for, tending to my overworked muscles.
It was like a spa treatment, the way he lathered the shampoo into my hair, scrubbing my scalp gently, and when I groaned in pleasure, I felt his wolf rumble with pride for providing for me.
And when every nook and cranny had been pampered, he carried me back out and wrapped me in towels.
No matter how much I loved the treatment, I could feel reality pressing in from all sides. As safe as I felt, it was all an illusion. Dreading the response, I asked, “Do you need to get back?”
There was the briefest pause in his movement as he dried me gently with the towel. “Soon,” he said, “but not yet.”
And as greedy as I knew it was, I kept him as long as he let me.