Chapter 15 Carter #2
Carefully rolling onto his side, Carter leaned in and kissed Rey. “I’m not telling you what you want to hear,” he replied. “It was… overwhelming, but not in a bad way.”
Relief flooded Rey’s features. “Something you’d want to try again?”
He smiled at Rey. “Definitely.”
When Rey kissed him gently again, Carter remembered his thoughts in the shower about Rey changing to someone else the longer they were together.
There was no way a man hiding a monster inside of him would care so much about injuring or scaring him like Rey did.
Darryl had never so much as blinked when Carter complained about Darryl hurting him during sex.
If anything, it just spurred Darryl on even further to make it more painful.
That knowledge settled the uncertainty within Carter completely.
It also broke off another chunk of the wall he’d been keeping around his heart, exposing another piece of it, which fell right into Rey’s hands.
A length of hair hung over Rey’s shoulder, and Carter couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and stroking through it with his fingers.
He shifted closer, intending to kiss Rey again, and felt Rey’s cock poke his leg.
Using the momentum of his movements, Carter urged Rey onto his back and straddled his powerful thighs.
Rey instinctively gripped Carter’s hips, a brow lifting.
“What are you doing up there, little wolf?”
Carter gave him a shy but heated look. “Well, I thought maybe you wanted me to do something about this.” He rocked his hips backward, rubbing Rey’s hard shaft along the cleft of his ass. “But if you don’t want that…”
He trailed off and attempted to move, only to laugh when Rey growled and tightened his hold, keeping Carter firmly atop him. “I didn’t say that, sweetheart.”
Then he surprised Carter when he reached up to cup Carter’s cheek. “Love the sound of your laugh,” Rey rasped, tenderness mixed with desire on his face.
If Carter didn’t know any better, he’d have thought Rey was already in love with him, but he scoffed in his head at the fantasy.
No one had ever loved him. Not in that way, anyway.
Instead of letting his thoughts ruin the mood, Carter turned his head a fraction and sucked Rey’s thumb into his mouth, rocking his hips again.
He could feel the wetness of Rey’s lust slicking the valley between his ass cheeks, easing the friction of skin on skin.
Rey’s eyes darkened, shades of burnished copper catching the light just right in their depths.
Carter loved the way the wolf peered out at him intermittently, his chest tightening at knowing his mate’s other half wanted him, too.
“Are you going to tease me all night, little wolf?” Rey asked, his voice sounding tense.
Shaking his head once, Carter suckled Rey’s thumb harder, rolling his tongue along the calloused pad.
He released Rey’s digit and leaned toward the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube.
They’d used over half of the bottle since Carter’s arrival in Senaka.
He popped it open, spilled some over two fingers, then closed the lid and dropped it on the mattress beside them.
Rey gave a low groan when Carter reached behind him to prep himself. “Fuck, you’re killing me, sweetheart. Next time, I want to watch you stretch yourself for me.”
Carter smirked and pressed a kiss to the tattoo in the center of Rey’s chest, over his heart.
An image of a wolf exploding into ravens spread across the expanse of Rey’s pecs.
Carter was amazed by the beauty of every single tattoo Rey had.
He’d found out from Rey that Rey had designed every one of them.
That was how they all seemed to blend seamlessly together. “Next time, mate.”
A shudder ripped through Rey’s giant frame. “Call me that again,” he demanded.
Wrinkling his brow, Carter didn’t understand Rey’s command at first, but then he realized he’d never addressed Rey as his mate before. “Mate,” Carter purred, sinking both fingers deeper into his own ass, scissoring them.
The flash of yellow in Rey’s eyes showed Carter his wolf was also pleased with the endearment. “Need inside of you, little wolf. Hurry.”
Carter pulled his fingers free, picked up the lube again, spilled more onto his palm, then reached behind himself to stroke Rey’s shaft. Rey hissed, hips bucking upward at Carter’s touch. “Now, mate, take me inside your body.”
Carter guided the head of Rey’s cock to his hole and bore down, shivering as the crown popped past the guardian muscle.
He’d always enjoyed the initial penetration.
Something about it felt so intimate, as though he were opening himself wholly to the person he was with.
Carter took the entire length as his bottom met Ray’s groin, causing Rey to moan and his eyes to go half-mast with pleasure and carnal lust. “Ride me, sweetheart.”
Placing his palms on Rey’s chest, Carter raised and lowered himself languidly, not rushing to end the intense moment between them.
He wanted to make Rey feel good—to give him the same pleasure he’d given Carter.
Every other time he bottomed out, he’d roll his hips, drawing a feral groan from Rey as Carter massaged Rey’s cock with his inner channel.
Their breathing grew heavier, filling the room with the sensual sounds they emitted.
Soft slaps of flesh against flesh added to the headiness of their lovemaking.
Rey caressed Carter in gentle strokes, his palms sliding over Carter’s thighs and up to his chest, avoiding Carter’s sore nipples.
He trailed the tip of his index finger along Carter’s jutting prick, twirling it around the tip and down to his balls, which he palmed and rolled lightly in their sack.
“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck yourself on my cock. You feel so good.”
The filthy words sent a bolt of lightning to Carter’s groin, and he ground down, arching his back when the head of Rey’s dick rubbed over his prostate.
Each bounce on Rey’s shaft sent Carter’s bobbing, sending drops of pre-cum to speckle the tanned abdomen beneath him.
Sweat built on both of their bodies, causing their skin to glisten in the moonlight flowing in from the nearby window.
He didn’t want it to end, ever. He wanted to stay right there with Rey forever, sharing themselves with each other.
But he knew Rey wouldn’t last indefinitely.
The uptick in Rey’s moans and the throbbing of his cock the closer he got to his release showed Carter it wouldn’t be long now.
Leaning over Rey, Carter said, “Come for me, mate. Fill me with your seed.”
Then he bit down into Rey’s shoulder, deepening the mark and bond between them.
Rey shouted, the tendons in his neck growing taut as he spilled inside Carter, his hard, pulsing spurts bathing Carter’s canal.
Carter pulled his canines free, licking over the wound he’d left behind, only to give his own cry when Rey gripped Carter’s hair and tugged his head to the side, sinking his sharp teeth in deep.
Fire engulfed Carter, wrenching a scream from him, and he emptied himself on Rey’s chest and belly.
His limbs shook when he finally returned to himself.
He found he’d collapsed upon Rey, smearing his sticky fluids on them both.
It had trickled down the grooves of Rey’s body to soak into the sheets beneath them.
Rey stroked one hand through Carter’s sweat-damp hair while the other rubbed along his spine.
When he tried to move off Rey, Rey’s hold tightened. “Stay.”
“But we’re all messy,” Carter said. “And I’m heavy.”
Rey huffed a small laugh. “Sweetheart, the day you’re too heavy for me to hold like this is the day I resign as enforcer.”
Carter nuzzled Rey’s broad chest, relaxing back into Rey’s arms. “We’re still all messy. We’re going to need another shower.”
“Mmm. We will, but not yet.” Rey massaged Carter’s scalp, and Carter couldn’t stop pushing into the touch, eyes closed. “Like that?”
“Uh huh,” Carter replied.
They didn’t speak again. Carter dozed. He drifted on the hazy fringes of sleep while Rey continued touching him.
It felt selfish not to return the caresses, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.
The salty scent of their combined releases mixed in with the soft touches, soothing Carter and his wolf in a way he never wanted to let go of.
They made him feel safe, wanted, whole. Nothing and no one would ever do for him again.
If anything ever happened to Rey, Carter knew he’d follow his big mate into the afterlife shortly after.
In such a small window of time, Rey had given him a glimpse of a life he thought he’d never have.
He still wasn’t na?ve enough to believe Rey would love him when no one else had, but he knew Rey cared for him.
Rey eventually coaxed him from the bed so they could rinse off quickly and change the sheets.
Carter collapsed face-first into the pillows and was out like a light until Rey’s alarm went off at six in the morning.
He moaned, burrowing into the pillow when Rey flicked on the nightstand lamp.
“You can sleep a little longer, sweetheart. I’ll wake you soon. ”
That bit felt like five minutes. Maybe it was.
Carter couldn’t be sure, but he moved at a zombie pace while brushing his teeth, relieving himself, and getting dressed.
Rey shoved a mug of coffee in his hand when he trudged into the kitchen.
He didn’t question Rey’s thought process, just took a healthy sip and sighed.
“Only because you’re so tired, sweetheart, but this isn’t going to become a habit,” Rey said, bussing a kiss to Carter’s temple.
“You can sleep on the couch in my office if you’re still tired when we get to the shop. ”