Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
RíO
I t wasn’t like we’d done anything but eat and socialize, but as we made our way home, I felt bone-tired. How Ramona survived living in a home with that female, I had no idea. Her words were like blows, and the constant battle left a headache starting behind my eyes.
Luckily, though, with the space filled with the aroma of us, the pain was already lifting. I knew Ramona didn’t need the lights, but they let my eyes feel a little less strained. The lamp in the living area was sufficient and cast a yellow-tinted glow. Ramona took meticulous care of the roses I’d bought her, but I was gonna have to get her a new bouquet sometime soon. I swiveled a look around—actually, I’d have to encourage her to put her stamp on this place. Now that I was helping Orion take on my family, I’d see it through. To ensure the safety of my mate’s family.
Maybe we could keep this place and travel. This could be our home base while I showed my princess the world. Would she enjoy that?
Ramona wound her body around mine and braced her hands on my chest, breaking me out of my wandering thoughts. Her hair had a sweet indent from the motorcycle helmet, but her honey eyes looked darker, and I didn’t think it was because of the low lighting.
“You were so great, Río.”
My chest swelled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, you did so good with my mom and family. The kids love you, and. Yeah. Just perfect. Good.”
Well, if that didn’t clear my headache and let loose a delighted purr from my depths. My cock took notice and hardened in my jeans.
“I’m so glad I met you, Río. You’re the best mate. Te amo.” My lids lowered as her words swirled around in my head and trailed down my spine like the light caress of her delicate fingers. Ramona was sweet in her own sour way, but she fucking did things to me when she said stuff like this.
Ramona worried her bottom lip with her teeth as I pressed our bodies together, fitting like two puzzle pieces. She caressed the corner of my jaw, and I felt her heartbeats pick up faster. The little smirk that ticked up the corner of her lips had me pausing in anticipation, now suddenly horny as fuck. “You’re such a good boy.”
I had to flex my fingers to keep my claws from ripping into her dress. I searched her face with wide eyes, the reality of her words and scent about to send me into fucking orbit. Or into a puddle, seeping through the floorboards. Fuck.
“Do you like it when I say that, Río? Tell you how everything you did tonight was right?”
Dios mío, she was going to fucking kill me. When had I gotten so hard? If she kept on, I was going to come in my jeans. But if she kept saying shit like that, I might not be too mad about it.
Ramona trailed her finger down the side of my neck, sweeping around the tattoo there before continuing down my chest where my heart was threatening to fly right out. “So, you said on our first date, that you’d maybe let me tie you up.” Her brown skin had a bright red flush, but she pressed forth, “Was that a joke?”
Oh, god , I was rolling my hips against hers, trying to get more friction to find some relief. No, it hadn’t really been a fucking joke when I said it to her, though I’d intended for her to take it as one.
“Because. You’re so good to me. I want to take care of you, too.” She snaked her hand between our lower halves, pressing against my hard dick that was screaming to be in our mate already. Or spreading open her pretty, full lips. Painting her face with cum.
I groaned at the mental image and more mumbled praises from my mate. When I was able to focus on her again, she was a mixture of shy and smug and excited. I was never gonna live this down. “Congratulations, Princess. You’ve discovered I have a praise kink. Don’t start acting up about it.” But, who was I kidding? She’d already won.
She led me by the fucking belt buckle up to bed, but I was more than eager to follow. She could’ve led us both over a cliff, and I would’ve gone happily.
We didn’t turn on the lamp up here, so there was only a faint trace of light from downstairs. I was already shedding my jacket and t-shirt while she got to work on my belt and pants. None of it was fast enough, if you asked me.
Lifting the dress over her head was much quicker, and she shimmied out of the black thong. I’d have to steal that one, too. Sue me for wanting something to scent when I was away from her.
Ramona pushed me toward the bed, and I went more than willingly. My heavy cock plopped against my belly as I lay outstretched, and enough precum was dribbling out to start running down my front. I gripped my hard cock, staring at Ramona like the goddess she was, all long limbs and supple curves.
She bent to pick something up off the floor, and when she straightened and I saw it was my belt, I had to squeeze the bottom of my shaft to keep from busting.
My mate smiled nervously, and if that wasn’t the cutest thing. At least, until she climbed onto the bed, slinking over to me in a motion that was more jaguar than wolf. I was proud and nervous and so fucking horny, I couldn’t think of a single snarky thing to say as she straddled my hips but refused to fully seat herself and press against my dick.
“Put your arms above your head, Río,” she said, still chewing at her lip like she couldn’t believe she was doing this. Taking the control of this moment when I was usually the one to call the shots. She’d soon find out that I was more than fine to give her the reins.
I did as she said, back arching slightly as I fumbled to grab one of the spindles of the headboard. “Good boy,” she whispered, and my breaths released in a tender, crackling purr. The tightening of my belt around my wrists only made me harder, pulsing just far enough away from Ramona’s pussy to feel its delicious heat but barely brushing where I wanted to be so badly. But she hadn’t told me to do that, and I wanted to be good.
She bound my hands to the bed, though we both knew that it wasn’t a true restraint. I could get out of these binds whenever I wanted, but it was that my princess trusted the both of us enough to do this. To unfurl even more.
“Okay, um. What’s your safe word? We should do that, right?” She tucked her hair behind her ears and sat back on my thighs, waiting.
Honestly, I was more just trying to calm my breathing so that I could make this last. Still, all the blood had rushed to my dick that was now almost looking angry and weeping precum. “Uh…” I forced an exhale through my nose and wet my lips, trying to get my thoughts to coalesce. “Um, it’s ara?a.”
Ramona leaned forward, bracing her arms beside my shoulders and leaned down to kiss my forehead. Then the tip of my nose. But when she started at the corner of jaw and dragged her tongue to the top of my hairline, I almost lost my shit. An embarrassing whimper escaped, but there was no stopping it. I curled my toes and fingers, now tipped with claws, tensing and trying to think of anything that would keep my release at bay.
She pressed her lips in a soft, barely-there gesture to my earlobe and whispered, “What does that mean? I took French in school and was never great at it,” she chuckled and it sent my entire body into goosebumps. My cock flexed, needy bastard, and flopped back down against my abs. That jostled my piercing, and I had to clench my eyes shut, whimpering again .
“Río?” she made her way down the side of my neck, finding home at her mark on my skin, the little minx.
I full on groaned, and my hips thrusted uselessly, mindless for some sense of friction to help get me over the edge. “T-trying to be good and not come, Princess. W-what was the question?”
Ramona straightened a little bit. Her hair was like bounding clouds, shimmering with light that matched her honey eyes. They were liquid gold, and the mischief and adoration stole my breath. She smirked and dragged her finger in sweeping lines across my cheeks and around my lips. “I asked what ara?a means.”
That was something to hold on to. It was my safe word for a reason. Even with my curious nature as a child, my admiration for living things big and small, the thought of one touching me still made me shudder. I could marvel at their form and all the variations nature created while still being weirded out by all the legs.
I managed a slight frown at the thought of it. “Spider. Creepy little things.”
She stopped painting invisible patterns on my skin, blinking wide until her full lips broke into a wide, sweet grin. “I don’t like them either,” she said, and I groaned again, throwing my head back. Of course, because this Wolf girl had been made for me, and me for her.
RAMONA
The coincidence that didn’t feel like one at all had me giggling, of all things, and Río continued to shake and squirm beneath me as he tried to keep a hold on himself. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but my suspicions about how he’d react to something like this had been building through the course of our relationship. The confirmation was better than I’d imagined, but I didn’t realize it would turn me on this much.
I fought through the embarrassment threatening to halt the words coming out of my mouth, blush furious and commands halting. My mate seemed to like it, though. That was all that mattered.
“Baby. Look at me.” It took a second for him to lower his head, but when he did, my mate already looked a wrecked, half-crazed mess. A large amount of his hair had fallen out of his braid due to his squirming, his black eyes were somehow hazy and frantic at the same time, and his body was shaking with held-back urge. Was this how he felt when he was over me? Contorting and working my body how he pleased to bring us both into ecstasy? I could already see the appeal.
I took hold of the end of his braid, removed the hair tie, and unraveled it until the long waves fell across his shoulder. “You look so handsome, baby. The most beautiful and sexy male in the entire world.” His lush black lashes fluttered with the praise, hitching in a gasp before settling on a deep inhale. “I couldn’t have picked a better mate. You’re everything I need, my perfect Jaguar. Aren’t you.” His long, lean muscles were tense, beautiful lines of inked brown.
Río was a combination of coiled and melting at my praise, but more of the strain fell away as I ran my touch over his pecs that were hard and steady. When I flicked the barbells through his nipples, though, he jolted like I’d shocked him. He moaned a long, drawn out sound as I continued to gently flick and twist his dusky nipples and piercings. The black metal seemed to make him extra sensitive here, and I cursed myself for not doing this sooner. “You’re so good to take care of me like you have. Such a good boy.”
A steady stream of precum was running from the head of his golden brown cock that looked swollen and painful. “P-princess, you’re gonna kill me.” His deepened, gravelly voice was a growl, whimper, and plea all at once.
“Well, you look like you’d come if I just look at your dick long enough, so we’ll do something else first.” I increased the force on my attention on his nipples, just a little. “Do you think you can taste me? And make me come first like a good boy?” I took a risk and blew a gentle breath toward the head of his dick.
I watched in awe as Río writhed and nearly screamed. Twin tears collected and started to fall from his eyes, but by the overwhelming swell of his hot and sweet scent, I knew that he was crying from pleasure and trying to do what I said.
On my way to his mouth, I bent down and dragged my tongue across the hardened nub on the left, careful to not press myself into his cock that was literally pulsing with need. I was already wet enough, nearly dripping, and this would be over far too soon if I made that slip up.
More tears were running down the sides of his face into the pillow, his teeth biting so hard into his lip that it would’ve probably started bleeding if I hadn’t moved his hair out of the way and straddled his face. Mentally, I pulled my list out to take notice of this moment. Number Fifteen, with Río trembling from my praise, and his reaction sending us both into a new kind of heaven.
My mate’s eyes opened, now completely blissed out and looking at me like I scattered the stars. He presented his tongue for me.
How I’d ever been shy about doing this with him in the beginning, I almost couldn’t fathom. Because as soon as I sat on Río’s face, he lapped and tasted like I was the most delicious meal he’d ever had.
My back arched, grinding even more against his tongue and lips, and I had to steady myself on the headboard, just above where his hands were straining within the binds I’d put him in.
Río breathed harshly through his nose but never tried to come up for a true deep breath, completely losing himself between my legs, and if I weren’t trembling and moaning with every flick of his tongue, I would’ve been able to properly marvel how easily he slipped into this place. He alternated from attending to my clit, sending bright ripples up my spine, and fucking me with his tongue, truly eating me from the inside out.
He drew it out, let my pleasure roll until it was a big, undeniable thing, and I reached down, clutching one of his hands and locked our fingers together. He held on just as tightly, keeping me steady as my muscles shook and threatened to topple over or collapse. It was too good, too good, and I was mumbling a string of praises for my perfect mate and telling him to just keep going right there, because I was so close.
And then he purred, as if he was saving it for that moment where I was so close to falling into sweet abyss. The vibrations extended to his tongue, and I felt myself flood his face even more while tightening all over. Everything ceased to exist but Río’s tongue vibrating between my legs and my hand in his. The light in my chest felt like it was never-ending, and I came with my jaw dropped.
Río settled his ministrations, but the purr continued, drawing out every pulse of pleasure my body was willing to give until my muscles twitched with oversensitivity.
I scrambled clumsily off of his face, careful not to catch any of his hair, and sat back on his chest. After a sniff of the air and a confirming glance behind my shoulder, I let out my own light hum of approval. It wasn’t quite a purr, but the sentiment rolled through him just as effectively.
If I thought he looked wrecked before, it had nothing on him now, mouth and cheeks completely slicked, lips red and slightly swollen from his wet kisses, and sweat wetting the hair at his temples. He was barely keeping his eyes open, and there was a frustrated furrow between his thick brows.
My hand found his mark without even having to look, rubbing and petting hard into the muscle. “That was so good of you, baby. Now look at you. My good boy, I love you so much.” I got choked up a little bit at that last one, voice growing a bit thicker as I saw how much the words affected him.
Another round of tears fell from his eyes, and I lowered to lick them away before resuming my descent down Río’s body until I rested over his legs again. Between my thighs, I trapped his together and finally turned my full attention to his cock. It was flushed and throbbing, the vein winding up his shaft prominent. “Do you think you’ve been good enough for me to take care of this, baby?”
He blinked a few times, as if he couldn’t quite understand what I was saying, and it took more time for him to form the words, his mouth trying to connect with his thoughts. “I d-don’t kn—” I cut his insecurity off with another twist of his nipple, harder than I had before, and a groan of pleasure-pain punched out of him. It seemed to wake him up a bit, and when I let the sensitive peak go, he stammered, “If-if you think so. Please.”
“I asked if you thought you were being good. Did you do what I told you to just now?” I shimmied a little lower, seated on his shins, now, and leaned over his cock. Instead of giving him the contact he was so obviously craving, I took little, kittenish laps at the precum running down his torso. It made the tattoos sparkle and shine, and I hummed as I tasted the salt and the warmth of his skin. “Answer, me, baby,” I paused.
“I—I. Yeah, I made you come first.”
“And what about as my mate?” Lick , “Have you been good to me? Loving me and taking care of me?”
We watched each other as I purposely got less than an inch from his dick that twitched but never connected with my face. “Yeah. I t-try,” his voice broke, and he had to clear his throat, “I try my best.”
I pressed a kiss into the bleeding heart inked on his skin. “Baby, it’s more than try. You’re beautiful and marvelous. You know that? And,” I sighed and palmed his shaft. He sucked in a gasp and froze, waiting for me to finish. “You were right. I love your dick.”
Puckering my lips, I let my spit dribble onto the head of Río’s cock, watching the saliva trail down the curve of his cockhead while he groaned a pained, rough noise. My thumb nudged the black barbell through the slit, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from him before I moved my fist, making the rest of him nice and wet for my throat.
“You’re such a good mate, my Río.” I meant every word, so grateful to have him in my life, and thanked the universe as I swallowed half of him down in one motion. He cried out, yelling loud enough for the neighbors to have no question of what we were doing, and I hollowed my cheeks as I pulled back, only to plunge again. I dragged the flat of my tongue against his shaft, tickled the barbell each time I teased the head. Río’s legs were bunching and shaking beneath me, but my body restrained them, too. His shouts and curses in Spanish turned to a string of what I guessed were pleas, and it didn’t take long at all for him to stiffen even more in my throat. I pulled back until his slit rested on my tongue, just in time for Río to throw his head back and erupt, shooting cum into my mouth.
Trying my best to collect but not swallow, I breathed through my nose, lashes fluttering on my cheeks, and moved my fist to milk every last drop out of him. Deepthroating was still a skill that eluded me, but I liked to think I’d improved my dick sucking in the short time we’d been together.
Careful not to spill, I opened my mouth for him to see the cum I collected, tongue sticking out.
“ Fuck , Princess.” Río seemed to have a little more of his wits about him, now that he wasn’t fighting back his orgasm to the point of tears, and his own tongue licked slowly at his lip as he watched me close my mouth and swallow.