Epilogue
Brakkor
Evenings had become my favorite time of day.
Don’t get me wrong; I was a big fan of mornings, when I woke up with my Mate cuddled against me. I loved how deeply Jocelyn slept, her lips parted enough that she made those adorable little snores, which turned to moans when I woke her with my mouth.
But both of us we were working hard enough these days that our mornings were over too quickly, even our pleasure finishing fast enough to get breakfast started as we hurried off to work.
The evenings, however?
They were made for lingering.
Today was no different.
She was standing at the high counter, muttering to herself as she catalogued photos of finds. When I stomped through the door—careful not to touch any more than I had to, and risk dirtying it—she was already turning to me with a smile.
Pretty amazing how this Mating Bond thing worked in both directions; my Kteer knew her—her location and her emotions—even if I couldn’t see her…but the deeper our bond grew, the more she knew those things about me too.
I can’t believe how long I thought this was bullshit. How had I ever lived without Jocelyn?
“Welcome home, hon,” she said, her smile fading to a little nose wrinkle. “I’ll let you shower before I give you a kiss.”
With a mock growl, I lowered my brows and sprung my claws free, stalking toward her. “You think that’s what I want to hear from my Mate? That you’ll greet me later?”
Half-laughing, half-squealing, Jocelyn scrambled to gather her papers and ducked around the counter, putting it between us. “I just finished cleaning myself off, Brakkor!”
Chuckling, I pulled up, realizing her hair was still damp, and I could smell her coconut bodywash. My construction site had been covered in mud, thanks to last night’s rain, and I suppose it made sense that her dig site had been muddy as well.
“Alright,” I said sternly, pinning her with a glare. “But once I’m clean, I’m going to demand kisses.”
“As is your right.” Jocelyn nodded, regal as a queen. “I would expect nothing less. You want burgers for dinner?”
I waggled my brows, already walking backward toward the larger bathroom. “I’d rather eat you.”
Her giggle followed me.
Since Jocelyn’s lease had ended the month after we met, it just made sense for her to move in with me on Eastshore; her furniture now filled our living space and the second, smaller bedroom. It had been a seamless transition, really, and I was surprised by how well her couches fit my large frame.
In the months since then, we’d hosted Milo and Jay on more than a few slumber parties, giving them the second bedroom.
Turned out that while my Mate and I didn’t have any interest in having kids—at least, not yet—we shared a love for PG13 movies and staying up late binging on snacks, and our nephew’s sleepovers were the perfect excuse.
The fact that Korrad and Kesha enjoyed the privacy was an added bonus, judging by how satisfied my twin was looking these days.
The kids would be staying with us this coming weekend, as a matter of fact, and I was looking forward to using the new pizza oven Jocelyn had gotten me for our anniversary. But that also meant that we’d have to be aware of how much noise we made in the bedroom, to keep from traumatizing them.
So I needed to get as many screaming orgasms out of the way as possible.
I hurried through my shower.
But to my surprise, just as I turned off the water, the bathroom lights clicked off.
Orc eyesight was made for lowlight conditions, so I didn’t have any trouble finding the glass door to the standalone shower.
“Joss?” Because of course it was her; I could smell her over the steam and the scent of my soap.
It wasn’t the only thing I could smell. I inhaled deeply, smiling. My Mate’s arousal sent saliva pooling onto my tongue.
“I decided not to make you wait,” came her husky promise from the darkness near the door.
Chuckling, I reached for her, only to be enveloped in one of the fluffy bath blankets. I grabbed it to wipe down my face, and was surprised when she began to do it for me.
She wanted to dry me off? I tipped my head forward so she could reach my hair, and only then—when her breasts brushed against my arm—I realized she was naked. I groaned in pleasure, then groaned again when she dropped to her knees and began to dry off my thighs.
“Kitten, you don’t have to—”
“Hush,” she commanded me, taking special care to dry my cock, which was already jutting toward her face. “I need to make sure you’re nice and clean.”
“I’m nice and cl—” The word dissolved into another groan as she took the head of my cock into her mouth.
In the months since we’d been together, Jocelyn had gotten better at being able to take more of my cock into her mouth, but it still wasn’t as deep as I could sink into her cunt.
Still, my Mate enjoyed tasting me—she said my cum tasted like cinnamon, and I wasn’t going to argue, because that’s weird as hells—and I could understand that.
I loved licking her, so who was I to deny her the same pleasure?
One of my hands dropped to the messy bun she’d piled on top of her head, and the other gripped the towel rack to stay upright when my knees went weak. Gods below, she was getting good at this, wasn’t she? When her tongue found my balls, I nearly fell over.
“Kitten…” I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair. “I want…”
“Oh, I know what you want,” she murmured against my cock. “But you can”—lick—”just be patient”—lick—”a little longer.” Her hand curled around my cock. “Do you know how hot this gets me?” Lick. “My fingers are in my pussy, Brakkor.” Lick. “I’m fucking my own hand while I try to get you off.”
Well, that did it, exactly as she’d known it would.
With a growl, I pulled my cock from her grasp, bent down, and lifted her off her knees.
“If you wanted to suck my cock, Mate, you shouldn’t have teased me quite that much.”
Jocelyn was laughing as she lifted her fingers to my lips, and yeah, when I sucked them into my mouth, they tasted of her. Of course, by then, we were already halfway to the bed, and her laughter turned to a moan of desire when I tossed her down, spread her out, and lowered my mouth to her pussy.
Maybe it wasn’t fair of me to stop her fun and then take what I wanted, but fucking hells, I was addicted to the sounds she made when she came on my tongue, and tonight was no different.
Kneeling there beside the bed, her thighs locked around my ears, I nearly howled with victory as she dug her fingers into my scalp and gasped, “Brakkor! I’m—oh my God!” as she climaxed.
My Kteer did howl in satisfaction.
Mine. My Mate.
I didn’t stop licking her.
The first climax had been good—fuck, it had been amazing—but Jocelyn’s cunt was still twitching around nothing, and I wasn’t done with her yet.
Not even close. The scent of her was intoxicating, musky and sweet all at once, and when I dragged my tongue through her folds again, she shuddered, her thighs tightening around my head.
“Brakkor—” Her voice was raw, her fingers twisting in my hair. “Oh God…”
She tasted like all the best things in my life, and I couldn’t get enough.
My tongue flicked over her clit, slow and deliberate, before I flattened it and lapped at her like she was the finest fucking meal I’d ever had.
Her hips bucked, her breath coming in sharp little gasps, and I could feel the way her body was already winding up again, her muscles clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
She tugged at my hair, harder this time, her nails scraping my scalp. “Brakkor! I want your cock in me now.”
A filthy, possessive grin split my face. I lifted my head just enough to growl, “Such a demanding Mate.” My voice was rough, my lips slick with her. “You want to come on my cock, hmm?”
I crawled up her body, my skin dragging against hers, my cock already throbbing, leaking pre-cum onto her thigh. “You want me to fuck you until you scream like a dirty little fucktoy?”
“Oh, God, yes please—” She reached for me, her hands gripping my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me down. The head of my cock brushed against her entrance, and we both groaned at the contact.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, Kitten.” I rocked my hips, letting the first thick ridge of my cock press against her, stretching her just enough to make her whimper.
“Look at you, so fucking wet for me. You can’t even wait, can you?
” Another slow push, another ridge slipping inside, and her back arched, her nails digging into my skin.
“Please,” she whimpered pitifully.
I chuckled darkly, my voice a rough rumble. “Since you asked so nicely.” And then I slammed home.
“Fuck!” The word tore out of her as I bottomed out, her cunt clamping down around me like a vise, every ridge of my cock gripped tight. Gods below, she was perfect—hot and slick and mine, her walls fluttering around me as another orgasm ripped through her thanks to that trick of my cock.
No wonder she liked it so much.
“That’s it,” I growled, my hips rolling just enough to drag my cock against that sweet, swollen spot inside her, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible. “Take it, Kitten. Take every fucking inch.”
Her legs locked around me, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper, and I groaned, my cock twitching inside her. “You feel so good, Joss. So fucking tight.”
She was panting, her chest heaving, her fingers clawing at my back as her climax rolled through her.
I loved watching her like this—spread out beneath me, her skin flushed, her lips parted, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
The way her tits bounced with every thrust, the way her stomach tensed when I hit just the right angle.
I started slow, dragging my cock out almost all the way before sinking back in, letting her feel every fucking ridge. Her breath hitched, her nails raking down my back, and I could smell her—arousal and sweat and that sweet, musky scent that was all her.
Drove me fucking wild.
“You like that, don’t you?” I grunted, my hips picking up speed. “Like when I fuck you deep, when I make you take it.” My voice dropped to a snarl. “You’re such a good little Mate for me, Jocelyn. Always so fucking ready.”
“Yes—” she moaned, her head tipping back, her throat exposed. “Harder, Brakkor, please—”
I obeyed.
My thrusts turned punishing, my cock plunging in and out of her, each ridge dragging against her walls, her cunt gripping me so tight I could barely think. The wet, obscene sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with her whimpers and my growls.
“You’re mine,” I snarled, my hips snapping forward, my balls slapping against her ass. “This cunt is mine. Say it.”
“Yours!” she gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “Only yours—”
“Damn right it is.” I leaned down, my lips crashing against hers, my tongue fucking into her mouth the same way my cock was fucking her cunt.
She tasted like need, like desperation, and I loved it.
I loved the way she moaned into my mouth, the way her body trembled beneath me, the way her nails dug into my skin like she was trying to crawl inside me.
I broke the kiss, my breath ragged. “And I’m yours, Kitten.”
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and she made a noise like a mewl. “I need…”
“I know what you need.” I pulled out suddenly, ignoring her protests, and shifted my weight onto one forearm. My cock was slick with her, throbbing, the ridges swollen and sensitive. I lined myself up against her clit and thrust forward, dragging the ridges along her swollen nub.
“Brakkor!” Her back bowed off the bed, her fingers scrabbling at my arm, her legs trembling. “Oh God—!”
“That’s it,” I groaned, doing it again, the thick ridges of my cock grinding against her clit. “Come for me, Joss. Come for your Mate.”
As I said, she was a good little Mate.
Her scream was raw, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a fucking freight train. Her cunt pulsed, her thighs shaking, and the sight of her—my Mate, my Jocelyn, coming undone beneath me—sent me right over the edge with her.
“Fuck—!”
My cock jerked, the first thick rope of cum splattering across her stomach, hot and pale green and spicy.
Another thrust, another pulse, and I was painting her, marking her, my cum streaking over her tits, her ribs, her trembling belly. She was still gasping, her fingers digging into my forearm as I milked out every last drop, my hips stuttering, my cock twitching against her sensitive clit.
“Godsdamn,” I panted, collapsing beside her, my chest heaving. I reached out, my fingers trailing through the mess I’d made of her, smearing my cum into her skin. “Look at you. You’re going to smell like me for days. Mine.”
She turned her head, her eyes half-lidded, her lips swollen from my kisses. “Yours,” she agreed with a wry smile, her voice soft but sure.
I pulled her against me, my cock still half-hard, pressed against her thigh. “Always.”
She hummed in contentment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. “We’re going to have to shower again.”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Worth it.”
For a long moment, we just lay there, her breathing slowing, my heart rate steadying. But then her hand drifted lower, her fingers wrapping around my cock, and I groaned.
“Kitten…”
She smirked, her grip tightening. “What? You think we’re done?”
I growled, rolling her on top of me. “Not even close.”
“I love you, Brakkor.”
My heart was full, my Kteer was purring, and my cock was satisfied. How could I have been so blind to this happiness all those years I refused to believe in Mating? Hunt, catch, fuck. It had served me well enough…until I’d met her.
My Jocelyn.
“Perfect.” I nuzzled at her skin. “Because I’m yours, and you’re mine. Forever. Mate.”