Chapter 8 #3
“I never said I didn’t think you knew your own mind.
I was merely laying the options out at your feet, mate,” Bennie said when he stopped laughing.
“Of course, your soul longs for what we had before. You want that safety and security back. That comfort of being home no matter where we are as long as we’re together.
You want us back and it’s so hard to wait because something in the back of your head knows how great it’ll be.
The sex, the pleasure, the life unfurling out before us as an endless path for us to walk together.
Your soul remembers here,” he said and tapped just over my heart.
“And you want what is yours. You want the thing we bound ourselves together for so we might have a chance at it in every life. You don’t have to fight for it or beg or explain why you want it, mate.
It’s already yours. It was yours from the moment your scent reached me.
It was yours even before that. Even before we ever knew where to find it at.
All you have to do is say the word and tell me you’re ready to have it all back. ”
My heart thudded behind my ribs as his words coiled themselves around my soul.
He was all I wanted right now, later, maybe forever.
I wanted to open the magical flood gates and feel all of him rain down over me.
I raised up on my elbows and met him in a hard kiss.
I wrapped my arms around him, and we both fell down against the couch, kissing with our tongues twirling between his mouth and mine.
I held onto him like a drowning wolf at sea because I was drowning in him, in what we used to be and what would be in this lifetime.
I wanted to sink into that feel – that snug security, that near bliss, that endless circle of coming together again and again and never resurface.
I knew then and there that I wasn’t going back to live on Hemlock Mountain.
I was going to stay here with Bennie and his temple and this life that we could build.
Sure, it would be different, but it was the same as the beginning. My beginning with him.
Reaching down, I slid my hand into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his dick.
He was big and thick, pulsing against my palm as if his heartbeat wanted to play a drum solo against my flesh.
Above me, he swallowed hard and his eyes drifted into that half-closed sleepy look of pleasure meeting arousal.
I stroked him slowly, exploring the curve of his dick and the veins that ran through it, thrumming against my flesh.
I traced them with my thumb, memorizing each and every one of them.
His tip was sticky with a line a precum that I brought my hand up to lick away before reaching down to stroke him again.
His need was salty on my tongue and the taste of him urged me on.
My own dick twitched again in an effort to come back to life.
“I want you,” I said, leaning up to kiss up and down his throat.
His adam’s apple bobbed against my lips.
“I want you for now and forever and I want this,” I squeezed his cock for emphasis, “inside me. I want it to do what your fingers did. I want it slipping and sliding on my slick and for it to stretch me and fill me up until it’s the only thing I can think about besides how fucking heavy my balls are with the need to cum again. ”
Something primal flickered through Bennie’s eyes. They were still the color of his tiger’s and that sent a chill down my spine. My heart thrummed against my ribs like it wanted to escape and scramble inside of his chest instead. Anything to be closer to him.
“Mine,” he whispered and my toes and omegahole clenched around empty air.
I was his just as he was mine. Everything else was something that could be rearranged, taken apart and put back together in a way that worked for our new lives.
I wanted that new life. A million hopes and wishes threatened to pour out of my mouth, but there’d be time to talk about that later.
For now, I wanted him. I wanted him inside me and I wanted his voice whispering inside my head during the outwardly quiet moments of my life.
I kept stroking his dick inside his pants. I never wanted to let go of him. At least not until he was pumping deep inside me.
“Tear off his pants. They’re evil!” my wolf howled inside his inner sanctum. “Tear them off. Then build a fire and burn them! No more flesh bag fake furs hiding his dick!”
I stifled a laugh because I understood the sentiment.
Clothes were overrated when there were miles and miles of skin and soul to explore.
I grabbed the ends of his pants legs with my toes and tugged.
Bennie laughed and kissed me harder, raising up and pulling his pants down just enough to let his dick and balls out.
I kept tugging anyway, because I didn’t want them to be in the way later.
Eventually, he kicked them off, sending them over the couch arm.
We both laughed and then kissed again. I squeezed his dick, reveling in his girth and strength and how he shuddered above me when I squeezed in the right spots as if just maybe I touched his soul.
We kissed and kissed, stroking and touching each other.
Now and then one of us would break the kiss to scent mark the other.
The exchange of our claiming vows would slightly change our scent – just enough to let the world know that we were true-mates and off the market.
I’d smell a little bit like Bennie all the time and he’d smell a little bit like me.
“Children now? Condoms? Claiming vows? ” Bennie spat out between kisses like he could only remember words and phrases starting with the letter C. I pulled back to look at him. His eyes were one hundred percent feline, and whiskers had sprouted from his cheeks. Yep. His tiger wanted to take over.
Inside his inner sanctum, my wolf whined and whimpered, desperate to reach out to the large feline who dwelled within our mate.
“Possibly. Absolutely not if we want the first. If you don’t, I’ll cry,” I said and kissed him again, his whiskers tickling me.
After that Bennie didn’t ask more questions. We’d talked about it several times already, but I sort of secretly loved that he had to check in with me at the last minute too. Sometimes being considered by others felt like a luxury. A luxury I could get used to.
He knocked my thighs further apart with the back of his hand and took hold of his dick.
One of my wolf’s whimpers escaped my throat as he lined up our bodies and rubbed the big mushroom-shaped head of his cock against my slick, needy omegahole.
The air rushed out of my body as if it left to make room for the thick erection probing into me.
I lifted a leg and he grabbed it. He repositioned me and I gasped at how easily he slid in aided by my slickness.
At first it was slow, but then all at once my body took him in.
My nails dug into his arms and my heart flipflopped around as my brain processed the new glorious feeling of fullness.
His dick was rigid inside me, flesh rubbing against all my nerve endings, pressing into them in greeting.
When my brain kept reeling, I did the only thing that felt logical.
I squeezed him tight, hugging him with the inside of my body until he growled, his eyelids fluttering wildly for a second and then he started thrusting.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed in his hungry, horny scent.
I licked him wherever my tongue could reach.
A bit of shoulder, chest, and a nipple here and there.
I ran my hands down his back, reveling in how his muscles flexes as he thrusted.
Then I held onto his ass, driving him deeper into me, squeezing his buns hard when I wanted more – wanted him to go faster, because everything inside me howled that too much of him would never be enough.
He drove himself into me over and over. We might’ve made it through the home stretch, forgetting our claiming vows, if his tiger hadn’t started licking my shoulder at the deep summit of every thrust. Eventually, Bennie’s thrusts morphed into a rocking motion, as he licked my claiming gland with his textured feline tongue, sending a cascade of chills shimmying down my back with every lick.
A million thoughts ran through my head, but we’d said all the important stuff.
We just needed to unleash the magic we started forever ago.