Chapter 6 Riven
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RIVEN
Last night's kisses lingered in my thoughts.
Indigo’s lips were so soft beneath mine, and when he allowed me entry, our tongues danced and dueled and my cock engorged. I’d been pressed against him, and he had to have felt my arousal because his dick was hard, too.
As we kissed, his scent intensified, making me dizzy. My wolf was clamoring to mate him, but I pulled back, though it’d taken all my strength when Indigo whimpered and mewled.
I’d vowed to myself there’d be no intimacy until I showed him who I was, but that promise was unraveling.
Bare feet padded across the hardwood floor, and Indigo appeared in the doorway, his hair tousled.
“Morning.” He gave me a shy smile. “I half expected to find you already gone on your daily mountain man adventure.”
I sat up. “This mountain man is taking a snow day.”
“So we're trapped?” He peered outside.
“Never. The main paths will be cleared by the afternoon. Do you have somewhere to be?”
He giggled, a delightful flush spreading from his cheeks to his throat. “What does one do on a snow day in the mountains?”
“Caffeine first.” I moved past him toward the kitchen, allowing my hand to graze his arm.
While I made coffee, Indigo assembled ingredients for pancakes. Neither of us had addressed our kiss—or kisses, plural.
I took over the cooking because he burned the first pancake, and I had visions of another sticking to the ceiling if he tried to flip it. After we both tucked into our breakfast, Indigo put down his fork.
“About last night.”
My heart rate increased. Here it comes.
It’s galloping, my wolf intoned.
“I wanted to check in.” He attacked the pancake again. “That it wasn't just a moment of snow-induced madness.”
“It wasn't for me.” I reached across the counter to take his hand.
“I’m conflicted.” He nibbled his bottom lip. “I don’t live here. I’m not a snow person, I can’t chop down a tree or whittle a piece of wood, so what are we doing?” He shoved a huge chunk of pancake in his mouth. “And yet…”
I could hardly breathe, and my beast stopped talking to listen.
“It’s almost as though I belong here.” He waved his fork in the air. “Which is bonkers, right? I'm a city accountant with an apartment, no job, but a life waiting for me. But this place and you feel like home. Make it make sense.”
His words settled around me like a hug, and I was tempted to kick my heels and dance around the room.
Don’t. My wolf had seen me dance.
Perhaps we could be a mated pair. I swallowed a mouthful of pancake and almost choked. “Not so strange.” I skirted around the truth. “Sometimes we find connections in unexpected places.”
“A connection? Yes.” He nodded.
“It's the beginning of one.” I met his gaze and counted the seconds until I continued. “If you want it to be.”
“I do. But it scares me. Relationships involve a lot of back and forth. This is too easy.” He set down his fork after stabbing the air with it. “What happens when I leave? When witness protection ends and I go back to the city?”
That was the question I couldn’t answer. “I don't know. I can't imagine not having you in my life.”
Indigo’s scent changed again, and now it had undertones of desire.
To heck with pancakes and promises to hold back. I got up, yanking him to me and capturing his lips with mine. He ran his hands over my hips and ass as I backed him against the wall. I trailed kisses along his jaw to the sensitive spot just below his ear, and he shivered.
“Riven,” he whispered.
I returned to his mouth, the kiss growing more heated while I lowered my hands and cupped his arousal. “Too fast?” I asked.
He shook his head, lust flaring in his eyes. “No. Not fast enough.” There was no hesitation in his eyes, hands, or his crotch as he moaned
“Are you sure?” I needed him to be certain.
He unzipped his pants and shoved my hand inside his briefs. Gods, his cock was hard and warm, and it needed my mouth on it. Scooping him up, I carried him into the bedroom and placed him on the mattress. Bracing myself above him, I was reminded of how fragile humans were.
He must have sensed my hesitation, and he stroked my face. “Hey. I won't break.”
“I know.” But I had to be gentle. “I want to savor our first time.”
His eyes darkened, and I lowered my head to kiss him again, tasting the sweetness of the syrup on his lips.
I slid my hands beneath his sweater and pushed up the shirt as my fingertips traced over his ribs, the softness of his skin contrasting with the hard muscle beneath.
He arched into my touch, pulling me closer.
“Let me see you,” I murmured against his lips, and Indigo raised his arms, allowing me to yank off the top layer.
I sat back on my heels and memorized his body, including a tiny scar near his nipple. I was greedy to taste him and to be inside him. Perhaps my desires were reflected on my face or maybe my gaze was too intense because a flush spread across his chest, circling his pointed nipples.
“You too,” he said, fingers playing with the hem of my shirt.
A primal urge stirred inside me. Was this how it was when fated mates came together? I stripped off my shirt, and he ran his gaze over me, looking as though he wanted to eat me. He could, later.
Indigo reached up to trace around my nipple before tweaking it. I gasped as that delicious mingling of pleasure and pain threaded through me.
I caught his hand, and he yelped, our eyes locking on one another. Pressing a kiss first to his palm, I trailed more kisses down his throat while he moaned and his heartbeat thundered against my chest.
He tangled his fingers in my hair as I moved lower, exploring the dips and curves of his body while savoring the saltiness of his skin.
“I’ve been longing to do this.” I poked my tongue into his belly button, and he arched his body to meet me while whispering, “Even when you leaped away from my touch?”
I smiled against his skin. “Especially then.” My hands were at his waistband and he lifted his hips, allowing me to slide his pants and underwear down. The sight of him, bare and aroused, sent a surge of desire through me.
After ridding myself of my clothes, I lowered myself beside him, our naked bodies aligned from chest to thigh. His pale skin contrasted with my tanned and freckled body, a result of being outside a lot. I stroked the curve of his hip and enjoyed the goosebumps that followed in my wake.
He walked his fingers past my midsection and wrapped them around my length. Gods, if he pumped once or twice, I might come, but he ran a thumb over the slit and gathered the pre-cum.
“What should I do with this?” Instead of sucking it, he smeared the sticky substance around my mouth, and I smacked my lips.
Mirroring his movements, I stroked his cock, enjoying his shallow breaths, and his fingers tightened around me as I fondled him.
“Riven,” he gasped, “is this what we’re doing? You know, being handsy?”
Putting my mouth to his ear, I whispered, “It can be. Or—” I pressed my mouth on his collarbone.
“I need all of you.”
I got to my knees and parted his legs, settling between them. But I couldn’t resist kissing, licking, and nibbling his inner thighs, making him tug at my hair.
Bracing myself on my forearms, I ran my gaze over his flushed face. But before plowing into his hole, I fingered him, the slippery slick coating my fingers, its musty aroma washing over me. As I pushed into him, up to the second knuckle, he gripped my shoulder, his mouth on my ear.
He bucked his hips, his movements matching my fingers as I shoved them into him before curling them back toward me.
But Indigo put a hand on either side of my face and begged me, not for my fingers but for my length. “Fingers are great, but I want the real deal.” He giggled. “But you can add your fingers too if you want.”
Nope. There would only be cock, and I withdrew, positioning my arousal at his entrance. But he took hold of the hand that had been inside of him and lapped the slick on the index finger from tip to base.
Gods, Indigo. Did he know what he was doing?
He almost made me come, and I couldn’t wait to be sheathed inside him.
While he was distracted licking my finger, I pushed the tip of my cock inside him.
I was big. Not surprising, as I was an alpha, but his mouth fell open, my finger forgotten and tossed aside.
“Gods. Is that just the head?” He peered between his legs. “You’re huge.”
“Too much?” He was small, and maybe I should have used more fingers to get him ready.
“Never. I want all of you.” He reached down and grabbed the base of my cock.
He pumped once and let go, and I rammed into him.
All of me, up to the hilt. Indigo stopped breathing.
Shit, did I have to perform CPR? His eyes bulged until finally he gulped in a mouthful of air.
His chest heaved, and I paused, waiting while he adjusted to my girth.
When his breathing calmed, I pressed our foreheads together. “Look at me. I want to see you.”
His eyes met mine as I withdrew and entered him slowly.
The inches slid into his channel, his moans getting louder as I sank into his depths.
He was so tight and so small and yet he’d taken me in, and gods, it was so good.
Now it was my turn to slow down and breathe deeply so I didn’t come too soon and ruin our first time.
“You good to keep going?” Indigo smirked.
“It’s your fault I need to pace myself.”
“Oh nos.” He squeezed around me, the pressure and the heat almost sending me over the edge. He giggled, and the vibrations had me gritting my teeth. I wanted to bite and sink my teeth into his flesh and claim him. But I steeled myself and held back.
I moved inside him, thrusts that started slow and built in intensity. One of his legs hooked around my waist, changing the angle, drawing me deeper. His hands roamed over my back, dragging his nails across my skin as I pumped into him.
The bed rocked, banging against the wall as Indigo lifted his other leg and flung it over my hip. I couldn’t get enough of him. His breath, the sweat streaming over his flushed skin, his tiny mewls, and his tight channel that gripped around me.
“Let me on top,” he mumbled as he lapped the sweat from my cheek.
Gods yes. He was going to ride me. I flipped us over, and he sat astride my hips, a lazy smile on his lips. Lifting himself up, he hovered above me, only the tip of my cock remaining inside him, while slick and precum mingled with sweat. I could hardly breathe, waiting for him to take me in.
“Indigo!” He slammed over me, and we both panted as I filled him.
He leaned forward, his cock squashed between us and pecked my lips. “Again.”
Heaving himself up, he fell onto me, not once or twice.
I lost count. His slippery flesh slapped on mine as my cock rammed into his channel.
Droplets of sweat sprayed over me as his hair flicked one way and the other.
I raised my hips to meet him, and he whimpered and moaned while I dug my fingers into the soft flesh on his hips.
“I’m going to come.” His strained voice echoed around the room.
I slipped a hand between us, encircling his dick. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
He threw his head back, giving into the pleasure, and cum spurted from his cock as he yelled my name. Witnessing his release pushed me over the edge, and once more I bit back the instinctive urge to mark him as my mate.
As my knot swelled and claimed him, I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as my body was rocked with the aftermath of my orgasm.
I would have to tell him the truth about who I was and about what we were to each other. But that could wait.