Chapter 26 #2
“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “But your scent? It’s been in my nose, on my breath since I saw you at the safehouse, and it’s so fucking sweet, like it was made to live on my tongue.”
I feel another rush of moisture between my legs. Wyatt settles into position on the bed of pelts like tasting me is his purpose in life. He presses soft kisses along my inner thighs, then he nibbles my folds, parting them with his tongue, licking until he finds my clit.
“Even sweeter than I expected. Your scent is nothing but a fucking tease,” he rumbles, the vibration making my core clench.
He drags his tongue through my folds again. One long, slow lick that makes my entire body shudder. He groans like he’s tasting something divine, then he dives in without a second of hesitation.
His tongue seems to be everywhere. Licking, circling, teasing. He moves back to my clit and sucks on it, making me squirm against the pelts. My fingers tangle in his sandy-brown shag, holding him against me as the pleasure builds.
“Wyatt,” I gasp, my thighs trembling. “I’m not going to last… not if you keep going like this.”
“Then you’ll come for me,” he rasps, desire weighing his words. “Then you’ll come again with my tongue inside you.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hips jerking.
I can’t stop the orgasm from building, not with Wyatt’s greedy tongue so busy between my thighs. His brothers are relentless. He’s gentler, more attentive, focusing on my swollen bud in a way that makes pleasure seep through my body until I’m seconds from bliss.
“I’m gonna come,” I breathe out, then my body erupts with pleasure.
Wyatt’s tongue flicks against my clit, applying more pressure, making my orgasm peak until I’m struggling to breathe. He doesn’t rush me towards the next one. He slows his tongue, gently bringing me into the afterglow as gently as he placed me on this bed.
“Now I really get to taste you,” his eyes blaze as he glances up at me, then circles his tongue around my entrance.
“Oh sweet mercy,” I breathe, as my eyes roll back.
His tongue pushes inside me. Not as thick as Hayden’s, or as long as Remy’s, but his attentiveness more than makes up for it.
He strokes my walls slowly, like he’s trying to taste every drop of my nectar, a continuous low growl vibrating through me the entire time.
It makes me tremble with pleasure, even before the pressure starts to really build.
“Wyatt, oh… oh!” I cry out, my pussy fluttering on his tongue before the orgasm crashes over me. “Wyatt!”
My hips jerk and I grind against him, but he still doesn’t lose his focus or attentiveness. He keeps licking, his tongue moving inside me, teasing the sensitive spot, but never focusing on it.
The gush of my nectar that floods his mouth seems to make him hungrier, but not more aggressive.
I fade into the afterglow of my second orgasm, but only for a moment, before his tongue has another one building, bliss coursing through my veins, whimpers and moans pouring from my lips.
His growl persists, a constant vibration I can’t escape and only crave more of.
“What are you doing me? Oh, I can’t… I’m gonna…” I trail off, then keen a long, high note when a slithering stroke of his tongue against my g-spot sends me over the edge again.
Impossibly, I come harder the third time, almost violently, the jolt of my hips causing my ass to rub against the pelts, the welts from the belt whipping I got from Hayden and Remy sending a different kind of burn through me.
Wyatt keeps licking, stoking fire in my core as it goes supernova. I’m still shaking and trembling, even after the orgasm fades. He slowly pulls away, the growl dying out as he leaves me feeling empty, still tingling from the way his tongue felt inside me.
“Even better than I imagined,” he rumbles, wiping my juices from his beard before he shoves his pants further down, shimmying out of them as he moves between my legs. “But my mate has had enough of my tongue, huh? This is what she truly needs.”
“I really liked your tongue,” I admit, a grin teasing the edge of my lips as he positions me for what comes next. “But I think I’m going to like this even more.”
“I know I will,” he answers, low and deep, gripping his cock. It’s thick and hard, but there’s no pre-cum on the head like with his brothers. “I’m going to take my time with you. Make you orgasm so many times the pelts never smell like anything but you ever again.”
He positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the head through my folds to gather my wetness. Then he pushes inside, inch by inch, stretching me until I’m gasping. I’m getting used to the way my mates feel inside me, but there’s some lingering soreness.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head falling forward, as he supports himself with his hands. “I’ve never felt a need like this.”
“Show me how much you need me,” I whisper, feeling him go deeper.
Wyatt sinks into me until his balls are against my folds.
He’s still for a moment, teasing me with a few light throbs before he begins to move.
Sweet, amazing friction. He moves inside me with deliberate slowness, each thrust gentle and deep, but not frenzied.
His beautiful eyes never leave mine, watching every flutter of my lashes, every gasp and hum he forces from my body.
“You’re even more beautiful like this,” he murmurs, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm. “Flushed, breathless, and all fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I agree, my hands moving along his chest, feeling the way his enormous muscles flex with each movement of his hips.
It’s not commanding dominance like it is with Hayden, or playful intensity, like with Remy.
Wyatt’s claiming feels more focused, like he cares about my pleasure more than his own.
His hands hold my hips, but he doesn’t squeeze enough to bruise.
He just keeps me steady so that I’m exactly where he wants me. Exactly where I want to be.
“Does this feel good? Is it enough, or do you need something different,” he asks.
“Just… just like this,” I gasp, my walls fluttering along his length. “Exactly like this.”
My body has responded to roughness. Succumbed to it, until I had no choice but to enjoy the way it felt.
This is different, but incredible, every slow roll of Wyatt’s hips bringing me closer to an orgasm.
The pressure doesn’t build rapidly, but it’s there and growing, like a gentle caress that is almost addictive.
He leans down and kisses me. Even his lips are gentle against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth with the same careful attention he’s giving my body.
The kiss deepens, and I taste myself, but the pace remains steady.
Not rushed or frantic. Just perfect. I smooth my hands over his biceps, across his shoulders, running my fingers into his hair.
“You were made to be mine. I didn’t want to believe it, but now I realize there’s no escaping fate.
Not when it’s right in front of me,” he sighs.
“I’d rather have you in my bed than any story…
any ancient text in my library. You’re a mystery worth the obsession, and even after I solve it, I’m still going to want more. ”
“What if you never solve it? Never find out… what I am?” I murmur, the pressure continues to build a little more.
“I already know what you are. You’re my mate,” he answers, intensity flickering in his eyes. “If I never learn more than that, it’ll be enough. Maybe you’re a mystery that can’t be solved. Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be.”
“The only mystery right now is how much longer I can last before you make me come,” I whimper, my nails digging into his forearm. “Not much longer, I’m afraid.”
“I know. I can feel you,” he answers, steadily driving his dick into my pussy. “You’re tightening around me. Getting slicker as the need grows. Can you feel me, mate? I’m right there with you. Our bodies are almost in perfect sync.”
He throbs inside me and I nod. “Yes, I can feel you… you’re close too.”
He groans in agreement, his hips maintaining the same steady rhythm that has me dangerously close to the edge. There’s no urgency, no desperation. Just the patient, relentless building of pleasure inside both of us.
The orgasm builds as gently as his thrusts, like a wave gathering strength before it crashes. I shudder, my hips moving in unison with him. I start to say something, but my words get caught in my throat and come out only as whimpers.
“Oh, Wyatt!” I cry, the pleasure finally crashing into me.
“You feel incredible,” he murmurs, his dick twitching against my fluttering walls.
It’s not a violent eruption of euphoria. It’s deeper, more intense, radiating through my body like warmth and lasting a long time. Wyatt’s rhythm falters as I clench, but he quickly recovers. It only takes a few more thrusts before I hear his raspy groan and he comes.
“Yes, oh yes! Yes!” I am trying not to shout as my orgasm peaks while he pumps me full of his seed.
Wyatt’s hips snap a few times, more rapidly than he’s done so far, then he buries himself deep and finishes climaxing, every throb heightening the peak of my orgasm until we’re both spent.
Then, I feel something else. The same swelling I felt after Hayden’s and Remy’s release. It stretches me for a moment, then recedes, which causes him to make an almost pitiful noise.
“Damn, they were right. There’s something missing. Something that prevents the mating ritual from finishing,” he groans. “I can feel it.”
“Does that ruin it?” I ask with a grimace. “Being unable to knot.”
“No,” he sighs. “It still felt incredible. Just feels like a piece is missing.”
“Your other two brothers? Storm and Jaxton?” I ask.
“Storm,” he replies, his breath catching slightly as he pulls out of me. “Jaxton… I’m not sure about him. He may not be part of this. Not after loving a she-wolf and almost becoming an Alpha. That broke him, and I don’t think anything can put him back together again.”
Wyatt lays down on the pelts and fur, staring at the ceiling while I snuggle in his arms. I’ve found another mate and I have at least one more.
“I guess we should head back,” I sigh, nestling against his chest. “Daisy is probably driving Hayden and Remy crazy by now.”
“They’ll be fine,” he chuckles. “Let’s stay like this for a while. I like holding you. Besides, it wouldn’t be a very good date if I brought you home early, would it?”
“Not by my best friend’s standards,” I admit. “But it’s been perfect. More than perfect.”
“Maybe on our next one, we’ll actually see the rest of the museum,” he murmurs.
“As long as we end up right here when we’re tired of walking around,” my voice is a croon as I snuggle into Wyatt’s strong body.
I have no doubt that Wyatt is my mate, even if the mating ritual isn’t complete. I am meant to be in his arms, just like I’m meant to be in Hayden’s and Remy’s.
The only question now is if I have four mates… or five.