Chapter 8 #2
Then Bennie leaned in and his lips brushed against mine.
His gaze lingered on me as my mouth opened under his and his tongue slid inside me.
My nerves calmed because Bennie’s scent was all hunger, need, and territorialness.
Even without an open mating link I knew he liked what he saw.
Every twirl of his tongue whispered of his aroused state.
The aroused state that our true-mate response put him in.
He smelled so hard and needy as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it.
A low growl echoed from deep within him as the kiss broke and he moved to kissing my neck.
A million little lightning bolts hit me all over as his lips and tongue trailed over my skin, marking me as his and his alone.
He nuzzled his cheek over my throat and collarbones, covering me in the warm, furry scent of the tiger who lived within him.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair as he dragged his face lower.
I was so damn slick and my dick was hard too.
So fucking hard. It stood up, waiting for his attention, and he didn’t leave me waiting long.
Still kissing my belly, Bennie wrapped his big fist around my cock.
Phantom fur tickled my shaft as he squeezed me and wiped away a drop of precum from my tip.
A needy growl crawled out of my throat as my hips bucked up, silently begging for more.
Still Bennie took his time. He drew slow, teasing circles around my dick, until my breathing sped up from trying to keep up with all the little sensations spiraling over my dick and dispersing out through my limbs as if he moved my soul itself around my body.
One of my feet dropped off the couch onto the floor, giving him more room to stretch out between my legs. I ran my fingers through his hair again and he nuzzled my cock, scent marking even that part of me as his.
“Mine,” he whispered against my skin.
“Yours,” I whispered back, my voice cracking from how the nearly invisible stubble on his cheek teased my cock.
Catching my reaction, he nuzzled it again and again, sending more of those little, scorching bolts throughout my body.
Then my throbbing erection was trapped between his face and his stroking hand.
He rubbed up and down with his hand and nuzzled with his cheek in tandem.
I entwined my fingers in his hair, reveling in the warmth of his body and how quickly he grew accustomed to having my dick right there against his face.
His eyes shifted to that of his tiger and I swallowed hard.
For a microsecond, I imagined him chasing me through the dense backwoods of Hemlock Mountain.
He’d chase me in circles as I desperately tried to outrun him.
Something primal would tickle at my insides and my heart would pound against my fur-covered ribs.
Then he’d catch me and take me right there in the backwoods not caring who heard my howls of pleasure and they would be howls of pleasure.
Bennie’s moist, nimble tongue running along the underside of my shaft shook me from my fantasy.
Later, I might run from him for fun, but in this moment, he’d already caught me.
He had me where he wanted me and right where I wanted to be.
My gaze followed his generous tongue as he licked up and down my shaft and then drew more slow, torturous circles around the hard head of my cock.
I was so hard. So hard that every vein in my dick stood out as if my body struggled to contain the pleasure he was trying to coax out of me.
He placed a full-lipped soft kiss on the head of my cock and for a second, I thought it was over.
That was it. I couldn’t take anymore and I was going to cum.
Only, I didn’t. He pulled away at the last second and licked away another drop of precum.
The brief pause between touches was both torture and a blessing.
It was just enough for me to get a hold of myself so that I could enjoy his mouth for at least a little longer.
The next time he kissed me I was ready for it.
The preparation didn’t stop my balls from growing heavier or my omegahole from clenching around empty air, but I was ready for the full body shudder that passed over.
I tugged at his hair, desperate for anywhere to direct the energy longing to escape my body through orgasm.
Bennie growled against my cock, vibrating me as he slid my dick into his mouth.
It was so warm and moist and everything my dick loved to be surrounded by.
His tongue pressed hard and flat against the underside of my shaft as he slid more of me inside him.
His draw back was slow and deliberate. Everything he did, he took his time.
I could tell by how he treated my dick and I loved it.
For maybe the first time in my life, someone’s complete attention was on my pleasure and I reveled in it.
One of his hands slid under my ass and kneaded my flesh.
I wiggled on his hand, sliding further down the couch onto my back to give him room to touch me wherever he wanted.
He let out a throaty laugh that vibrated the tip of my dick that was still resting on his tongue, waiting for the next teasing move he’d try out on me.
A second later, his fingers were between my cheeks, slipping and sliding on my slick arousal as he coated himself with it.
A moan sauntered out of me, slow and cocky.
Why was it so freaking hot that he wanted to touch me so badly?
Was horniness contagious? It must’ve been because a little piece of me died and went to the best part of the afterlife when his thumb brushed against my slick, needy omegahole.
I ground my hips, seeking pleasure from his hand and his mouth as his tongue pressed against my shaft.
A few seconds later, his mouth found its rhythm over my cock and his thumb followed the same pace as he teased the aperture of my body.
Every few circles his thumb barely prodded into me, teasing me more about what might come next.
I lost myself to his touches and a gasp escaped me when two of his thick fingers, eased by my slick, slid into my body.
The depth was instant and the fullness immediate.
My whole body writhed and shuddered under him.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. His fingers rubbing against all my nerve endings so deep inside me.
I didn’t even have the time or the words to tell him I was close before my dick erupted my pleasure into his hungry tiger mouth.
Bennie swallowed down my pleasure, his scent still hungry, but now also smug and self-satisfied like the giant cat who ate the canary.
I panted for air as pleasure assaulted my brain and he didn’t stop stroking me on the inside until every last drop of cum had been milked from my currently exhausted dick and balls. I continued to pant even after he sat up and ran a warm hand over my thighs and belly, comforting and soothing me.
“This is why true-mate courtships never last long. This is exactly why!” my wolf whimpered inside his inner sanctum. “Roll over. Roll over right now and lift your tail for him! Stop thinking and just do it! Lift the tail! Right now!”
My inner beast was panting too. He was desperate for Bennie. Was all our talk about a longer courtship moot? Were we about to be swept up in the moment like millions of true-mates before us?
“I want you,” I whimpered sounding more wolf than man in that moment.
Bennie moved over me, his big strong body, encompassing me as he pressed his warm forehead against mine.
We shared a long, slow kiss where our tongues danced back and forth between our mouths.
If I was in heat, I’d be hard again already, but I wasn’t.
Still my dick gave a feeble twitch, acknowledging what I longed for.
“I was yours before we met,” Bennie whispered to me when the kiss broke. “Just as you are mine and always will be.”
I kissed him again because what else are you supposed to do when every word pouring off someone’s lips makes you fall more in love with them?
Maybe this was just the true-mate response magic, but that was our magic.
Magic set into play the ancestors only knew how long ago to remind us of who we were before Earthside and lives got in our way.
A surge of gratitude that Raziel chose to meddle in his best friend’s life rushed over me as Bennie’s tongue slid into my mouth again.
I hoped that dragon got everything he wanted in life and more.
That his every wish came true as soon as it crossed his mind.
“I know we talked about a long courtship,” I said in between kisses. “Just talked about it but….”
“We can make love without exchanging the claiming vows,” Bennie whispered to me before nibbling on my bottom lip again. “If that’s how you want to go about it. If you want more time before I’m inside your head and under your skin and whispering into your soul.”
“I want you inside my soul,” I whimpered under his lips.
I was hard again and slicker than ever. “I want you inside every bit of me and if you pull that alpha card of ‘this is only the magic talking’ I’m going to bite you so hard that your ancestors stand up in the Other World and ask what the hell you’re doing over here. ”
A deep throaty laugh broke free from Bennie and wrapped around me like a warm blanket.