Chapter Seven
Leonidis
Once Butch left, I couldn’t face the kitchen full of loved-up couples so I headed to my bedroom. I needed time to decompress after the evening and hide my body’s reaction.
So much had happened in a few hours, I wasn’t sure which way was up. I stripped off, dumped my clothes in the hamper, and shifted into my lion form to resist doing something that everyone in the pride would know about.
I paced around the limited space in my bedroom, restlessness rolling through me. My enormous bed took up most of my room and I had limited space to move. But I was too wired to sleep, and too tired to want to go back to the kitchen.
What I really wanted to do was take my night time run through Valentine. After the first few shrieks, the nocturnal stalks had become used to seeing a lion bound through their streets. But Maximus had lost his mane when he caught me sneaking out and told me if I did it again, he’d clap me to my bed in handcuffs.
Like I couldn’t get out of handcuffs. But worse, he told the rest of the pride.
Bastard!
Have you ever tried to face down a sobbing mini bull? Worse, a sobbing pregnant mini bull? Ricky made me promise, on pain of getting Tartie to shear my mane, that I wouldn’t do anything that stupid to upset his mate. Of course I promised. If I didn’t, Burke would end ten feet up a pole somewhere. His babies were like that.
At the time, I hoped Maximus realized the glare I threw his way meant retribution would happen. From his smug look, I’d known he didn’t care.
I felt like I was going to implode with how I couldn’t set myself free. What could I do?
Leonidis?
Great, now I’d disturbed Butch and worried him. I’m okay.
Talk to me, mate, he coaxed.
I’m restless , I confessed, throwing myself on my huge bed, making it creak. I want to go for a run.
Not a great idea.
I scowled. Like I needed my mate scolding me, too?
I know that. I didn’t hide my annoyance. My tail twitched angrily.
There was a long silence. I sighed. I’m sorry.
It’s okay. I understand.
I held back another snap. No, he didn’t. How could he? It wasn’t his freedom being curtailed.
I can think of a way to make you sleep.
You can? My mane fluffed out as his low, sexy drawl went straight to my barbed cock.
Uh-huh.
I chewed on my bottom lip. I didn’t need a manual to work out what he was suggesting. Was I ready for that yet? I looked at my hard dick, spikes and all, with a drop of pre-cum oozing from the head. My mind might not be sure, but my body was all ready for him.
Is this taking it slow? I teased back nervously.
Not too slow. He threw my words back at me.
Option one: let Butch help me. Option two: pace around the bedroom all night. What should I do?
Shift for me.
I obeyed, stretching out as I regained my human form. I sensed Butch doing the same thing, stripping off his clothes and settling on the bed I’d spied when I’d used the bathroom.
My breath caught in anticipation. I’d never done this before. Phone sex yes, before… well, just before. But across our mating link was so much more. It was as if he was here with me because he was flooding my senses with how he felt. I didn’t need to close my eyes to visualize him. I could feel him, body and soul.
Do you still want this?
Dammit, he’d caught my thought about before. I do. I want this. I need this. Need you. I hadn’t meant to confess that, but it seemed to reassure him, and he relaxed. A first time doing it at a distance? Yep, this could so work.
Then everything I thought I knew about mates blew out of the window as his hand curled around my cock. I could even feel the callouses on his fingers.
What! The! Fuck!
OMG!
My brain went offline as I stared at my dick. It was here, attached to me, yet someone jacked it slowly.
I could see it moving! “What the hell?” My voice cracked embarrassingly in the room's silence.
So it does work. Butch sounded smugly satisfied.
Did you know you could do this? I demanded, around a gasp of delight at the hand sending coils of pleasure through my shaft.
I read about fated mates being able to fuck even when separated, but I didn’t know if it was possible.
It’s possible, I yelped as he jacked me again. I wanted to watch, but my eyelids grew heavy with the desire coursing through me until they closed at the continual sensation that made my balls throb.
I should do this for him, but I couldn’t get my brain working to think about asking what I’d need to do.
It’s alright. This is just for you, Leo. Lie back and let me make you feel good.
I couldn’t do anything else. I focused on the feel of his hand sliding up and down my shaft, slowly at first until I humped the bed, desperate for more.
Please! I begged. That was all I could say, coherent speech beyond me.
Whatever my mate wants.
He increased his rhythm, my balls tightened, my toes curled.
So close! So close!
Come for me, he ordered, and like an omega, I obeyed, my body doing what my brain hadn’t gotten its head around.
My climax hit me like a freight train, steaming through me as I spurted over my belly, my chest, and one spurt even hit my chin. As I rode through my orgasm, I could sense Butch reaching his. He must have ridden the same wave as me.
I sank into my fluffy covers, messy, sated, and sprawled like a starfish as I grinned up at the ceiling. My chest heaved as I recovered my breath. Who knew it could be like that?
Feeling less restless? Butch sounded contented, sleepy, and somewhat smug. I didn’t blame him.
I’m ready to sleep now.
Think of me holding you in my arms as you fall asleep. You’ll always be safe with me.
I wished he were here, holding me against him. I wasn’t sure I was ready to say that to him yet. A feeling he knew came and went.
I couldn’t hold back a yawn.
Sleep tight, mate , he crooned. The gruff sheriff of Valentine Growville was a romantic. Who knew?
At some point, I was going to have to process the way Butch had made me come on command, but that could wait for another day, when I had all my marbles lined up.