Chapter 28
CARL
I laughed as I ran, knowing I was no match for Kit, especially now that he was in rut. He roared behind me, the sound lifting the hairs on the back of my neck.
“If you want me, you’ve got to -” I sang. “Oof!”
“MINE!” Kit asserted, his arms like two steel bands around me, his nose tracing a line along my neck column.
“Yes, you’ve caught me. I’m all yours, big guy.” I patted his arm gently.
“Mine,” he agreed, more softly now, bending me over the back of the sofa.
Oh shit.
“Don’t hurt me!” I yelped, thinking perhaps being so plainspoken would permeate through the fog of lust. Sure enough, he paused, the massive python he was packing easing back from where he’d pressed against me mere seconds ago.
“I need stretching and more lube than you’re producing. I’ve not bottomed in a long while.”
Not since I met Kit, actually, and only rarely before then. Bottoming required a level of trust I didn’t give easily. Well, not unless it was Kit and now Alec, anyway, and as they were my mates, they’d be the only ones I’d ever bottom or top, suck, lick, or anything else sexual with ever again.
Kit let out a huff of frustration.
“That’s okay, big guy. Since we didn’t know how the nanite situation would play out, I stashed lube in several places, including in the sofa cushions. Just let me reach over here.” I stretched to rummage under the center cushion, quickly finding my prize. I held the tube aloft. “See?”
He snatched it out of my hand, mentally present enough to know what to do with it, as he proved when I heard the cap snick open and felt the cool gel hit my crack, quickly followed by his cock head which he circled about my hole, spreading around more of the lube.
Then he dropped the lube onto the sofa and pressed inside.
I pushed back, relishing the slight sting as he popped inside even as I patted myself on the back for playing with myself back there in the shower every morning since I’d arrived on board.
A fella had to be prepared for anything, as Pawpaw used to tell me.
Not that he’d meant this, of course, but the rule still applied.
And nooo, thinking about Pawpaw right now was a boner killer.
I emptied my mind of all thought, concentrating on the feel of my beloved Kit inching his way inside me at last. Slow shallow thrusts, in and out, a little further each time.
I moved my hips to meet his and he growled, placing a hand on my hip to hold me still.
Message received. He was in charge and I’d simply have to take what he was giving me. This time, at least.
His hips finally came to rest against me, his balls nestled against the curve of my ass.
He let out a low rumble of satisfaction and I smiled in amusement as Floof jumped from one of the bookshelves onto the coffee table, ears laid flat with a look of mild alarm before zooming off towards the bedroom.
Kit let out a soft chuff, pressing his front to my back as he gently nipped my ear.
I reached a hand up and stroked his hair.
“I feel so full.”
He let out another of those sexy low rumbles, and I had the foresight to drop my arm back down and brace myself on the back of the soda.
Just as well, as he straightened up, placing one hand on my shoulder while keeping the other on my hip, effectively pinning me in place.
He pulled nearly all the way out this time before slamming back in.
He began a furious pace, forcing soft cries and grunts from me.
Then he changed angles and I saw stars, my toes curling as lightning danced along my nerves and behind my eyelids.
I lost myself to the sensations completely when he released my shoulder and reached around to stroke me in time to his thrusts, my own hips stuttering against his hold.
“Mine!” he cried out and that was the only warning I got before he struck.
The feel of his teeth in my shoulder sent white hot pain followed by a feeling of ecstasy that sent me careening over the abyss.
When I came back to my senses, Kit was picking me up.
I felt strangely languorous and realized this must be an after effect of the mating bite - no doubt some sort of mild venom was involved.
I decided that didn’t particularly matter right now, and looped my arms around Kit’s neck affectionately.
“You get an A+ on that exam,” I teased him, seeing his eyes, while still cat-like, showed calm awareness.
“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he murmured, laying me in the bed next to a sleeping Alec, who had Floof curled up at his feet.
“I liked it," I reassured him.
“I left marks on your hips and shoulder, plus the bite mark.”
“Good. Great sex always leaves a few reminders.”
Kit smiled then, tentatively. “Okay. I’ll just go get a cloth.”
He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, reappearing as promised with a warm, damp wash cloth which he used to wipe me down, before taking it away again. While he got rid of that, I carefully wriggled myself under the covers, earning a one eyed glare from the cat.
“Sorry,” I said, feeling thoroughly chastised. No one told you off quite like a cat, I decided.
Kit returned, joining us. He laid on his side, tugging me until my back was against his front, and my front against Alec’s side.
Alec sighed in his sleep, turning over from his back to his side so that we all now resembled a set of nesting spoons.
Kit hummed happily, his arm thrown across me so that his hand was also touching our mate.
I placed my arm next to his, so we were both cuddling him, and let my heavy eyelids have their way, Kit’s chest softly vibrating in a purr that Floof joined in with as contentment settled over us all.