23. TWENTY THREE
TWENTY THREE
Natalia
My poor sweet bull. That’s the first thing I think when I wake and roll over to see Colton passed out beside me. His arm rests on his belly, and his chest rises and falls slowly with soft snores. He looks exhausted, which is no surprise really, seeing as he spent the last—
I frown.
What day is it? What time even is it?
I push back the flaps of the tent nest he built for me and peep out. The bedroom is dim, but around the edges of the curtains I can see daylight.
I feel sore in places I didn’t know I could feel sore, but there’s a warm fuzzy feeling in my center as well. A feeling that’s never been so strong before.
I smile thinking of the way he cared for me through the bizarre heat that overtook me. It seems to have eased now. Even though I feel dream-like and woozy, the ache in my clit is gone, along with the gnawing hunger.
My breasts, though, are another story. They’re tight and heavy and feel as if they’re made of stone. I wince as I squeeze them, trying to remember the last time I fed Jayden.
Jayden! My heart flies into my mouth, but a moment later I remember that Demi took him and there’s no way she would have let any harm come to him. He must be OK.
My drink is empty, and I’m so parched my mouth might have turned into the Sahara Desert, so I tiptoe to the kitchen to fill it. Then I look through the pantry for something to eat. I’m fairly sure I’ve eaten nothing for the last few days except the soup Demi brought me and… well… Colton’s cum.
I heat at the memory, and the phantom taste of vanilla cream makes me lick my lips. Who knew that could be both so erotic and so practical?
Shifter magic!
I chuckle to myself, silently repeating the phrase I’ve come to associate with Colton.
I fix a fruit salad from the remaining fruit in the bowl and prepare some granola and yogurt. I don’t know how much protein is in any of these things, but I know Colton will need to eat. He shouldn’t be skipping meals before the final game of the season.
I put it all on a tray and return to the bedroom, setting it down on the nightstand and crawling onto the bed. I watch Colton for a moment, unsure if I should leave him to sleep. He looks like he could use it.
But I’ve only just decided to leave him for a little longer when he inhales sharply, rubbing at his eyes and then hitting me with a sleepy smile. “Where are you going?” He reaches for me.
I laugh and shuffle closer until he can wrap his arms around my waist and snuggle his head into my lap. “I just went to fix something to eat.”
“I could have done that for you. You should have woken me. Are you feeling OK?”
I nod. “I think the, ah… the heat has passed.”
“Oh.” He sounds disappointed, and to be honest, I’m a little sad it’s over too. It was fun being closeted away from the world with him.
“Well there is still one thing I might need help with,” I say, thinking of my swollen breasts. I lift the soft tank top he must have dressed me in to reveal them, watching as his expression turns from disappointed to hungry.
“Mmm, say less.” He rolls until he can angle his face to press a soft open-mouthed kiss against the swell of my right breast, and I groan.
He looks up at me. “Have you made lots of milk for me, little omega?”
I can’t lie, those words in his sleepy, raspy voice make me debate my assessment that the heat has passed. I squirm as a warm, electric feeling reawakens my body. “Yes.”
“And do you need me to milk you?”
“Yes!” I can already feel the tingle behind my nipple I’ve come to associate with the letdown of milk.
When his mouth opens wide and he latches onto my right breast, I tip my head back and give into the bliss. I feel it blossoming inside me, spreading through my center like liquid honey.
Within moments my top is damp from where the other breast leaks and the tight pressure is gone.
Colton’s gaze flicks up to mine as he switches sides, working the other breast just as tenderly as he worked the first.
With him lying in my lap with one knee bent, it’s impossible to miss the way his sweatpants tent with a rapidly growing bulge.
I chew my lip for a moment, debating if I dare, but when he suckles hard on my breast and my pussy clenches, I impulsively reach down and remove his cock from his pants.
He breaks off with a low curse as I wrap my hand around him. “Oh fuck.” His hips thrust, pushing him up through my grip and then back down again.
“Is this good?” I grin, pretty sure I know the answer from the breathless way he can’t keep still.
He makes a strangled sound. “Do you have any idea how wild it drives me being right here with your perfect tits in my face and you touching me? Fuck. Don’t stop.”
I don’t.
He goes back to playing with my breasts, sucking on them and toying with the nipples until I’m restless myself. Soon I can’t help but stroke him faster, using the leaking precum as lubricant to smooth the motion of my hand until I’m jerking him in a frantic rhythm.
He groans as his dick pulses in my hand.
Then, faster than I can blink, he plants one hand on each hip and lifts me as if I weigh nothing, positioning me in his lap and sheathing himself with me in one swift motion that leaves me breathless.
We both sigh as I wriggle, taking him deeper. When I have him fully seated, his hands slide up to my waist, applying pressure until I can grind my clit against the base of his pelvis.
“Ay, dios, I think you’re hitting every sweet spot at once.” Like this he possesses my whole body, crammed into every inch of space inside me, stuffing me full.
“Maybe you don’t know this yet, but this pussy belongs to me.”
I’m trying really hard not to let my eyes roll back in my head just so I can keep watching his face.
I plant my hands on his chest and grind harder. “Is that right? What if I’m starting to believe you?”
He makes a derisive noise. “Starting to? Not good enough. Let me work on that.”
He proceeds to show me three times in quick succession how much he owns my pussy until I’m gasping for breath and flooding his belly with clear liquid. Then he rolls me onto my back and drives into me in long, slow thrusts.
“Feel that?”
I can’t feel anything but him. “Yes!”
“Feel the way I fit you better than anyone else?”
I nod. That sure checks out.
“Because I was made to be inside you. Just like you were made to be mine.”
My vision blacks as he hits the back of my cervix.
“Your body was made to take me. Made to thrive with my cum spilling from you.”
Oh god, the things he says!
“You were made to take my cum. So ripe you’re ready for my calf, aren’t you?”
He hesitates, looks down at me. “Too much?”
“Not nearly enough.” I squeeze tight around him. My eyes widen.
At the same moment, he pauses. His body tenses. Then he lets out a long groan, and I feel the moment he unloads and warm, sticky sweetness fills me up.
I reach up to cup his face, encouraging him to keep going, to give everything to me.
When he’s finished, he nuzzles his cheek into my palm. “Thank you. For trusting me with you. For not being scared away by my bull.”
I smile. “I love your bull.” And then I flush, because I nearly added that I love him too, but it’s too soon for that. My heart is pounding, and it’s not because of the way we just coupled like it’s the last day on earth.
He doesn’t press me, though. He just accepts my words and leans in to kiss the top of my head softly. Then he rolls so he can bring me on top while we wait for his knot to recede, stroking my back and holding me as if he never wants to let me go.
And with Colton, I feel like I’ve met the guy who really never would.