Chapter 11
Eran
Canton Valley Farm
I wasn’t a fan of storms. We hadn’t a ‘thing’ touch down since the summer Jacand was born.
I still remember my carrier going into labor in the Burrow while the thing tried its best to beat against all the magical wards the farm and the GGB used in general to protect its buildings from such threats.
It managed a little damage but by the time it was gone Jacand and two other little siblings had been born.
I led Vatten down the twisting passageways familiar to me from my days of wandering through them as a teenager.
Canton was a good man, but he did put bounties on the heads of non-shifting rodents who managed to make it into his burrow.
They chewed on things and shat everywhere, and those things left unchecked might’ve foiled his whole system.
So, he offered bounties by the weighted ounce to kids and teenagers who were bored or wanted extra pocket money.
The system worked well and these days it was hard to find a mouse or rat brave enough to enter the Burrow.
All that wandering around to hunt rodents as a teenager meant that I knew where the bedrooms were and while underground in a storm wasn’t the ideal place for a matingmoon, I was desperate for just a few minutes alone with my mate even if we kept our clothes on.
“Where are we going?” Vatten whispered to me.
“Somewhere I can kiss you all I want without giving anyone a show,” I whispered back and my mate blushed.
The scent of his tangy arousal filled my head as I pushed open the door to a bedroom.
It was a clean little space, big enough to sleep a pair of mates.
I shut the door behind us and the lights came on overhead as thunder slapped the shit out of the sky again.
Vatten startled and I pulled him close. His warmth spread over me and phantom fur rubbed against my bare arms. He nuzzled his face into my chest and then into my shoulder where my claiming gland usually hid.
Only now, it wasn’t hidden at all. It was filled with the clear magical fluid that he would lap up during our claiming vows.
The magical stuff inside held enough memories from my current life to catch him up to speed.
His would do the same for me. It was part of the true-mate magic that provided just enough information not to feel totally batshit for loving someone so deeply so soon after meeting.
I cupped Vatten’s handsome face in my hands and stared into his eyes. I could’ve fallen in and swam in the deep hues.
“I know it’s not the most romantic place, but I wanted to be alone with you. I hope you don’t mind,” I whispered even though we were probably half a mile from the rest of the shelter seekers.
In answer, Vatten’s lips brushed against mine.
He didn’t mind at all. His soft, supple lips parted and my tongue snaked inside his mouth seeking out his.
We stood there between the bed and the door, kissing for what felt like a small, sweet eternity.
Then my mate stepped back and flashed me that mischievous look he’d flashed right before we were interrupted at the apartment.
“How loud are you?” he whispered. “I bet these halls echo something fierce.”
“Depends on the act,” I said, blushing. “On occasion I’ve been as loud as a tom cat in heat.”
Vatten laughed and kissed me again. This one was short and hard.
Stepping forward he walked me backwards until I found myself pressed between him and the door.
He kissed me again, our tongues dancing between our mouths as he undid my fly.
He pushed my pants down with one hand while the other one rested on the back of my head.
Then he did the same with my catnip-patterned boxer briefs.
That’s when I learned that Vatten went straight for the balls.
His fingers danced softly over the textured skin of my scrotum as we kissed.
The delicate, little caresses sent tiny bolts of lightning throughout my body, like a million little promises of what was to come.
He walked his soft fingers up my shaft. I’d been hard since the moment his lips touched mine inside the underground bedroom.
Thunder abused the clouds above our heads as his fingers wrapped around me.
He held me tight for a second before starting to stroke.
His nimble tongue danced circles around mine as the warmth of his palm spread over me like warm honey, sweet and thick.
I leaned back against the door, relaxing despite the storm as it continued to vent its frustrations with being trapped in the sky.
Vatten took his time touching me. His strokes were tight but slow as if he mapped out my body with each pass of his fist. I leaned my head back against the door, letting my thoughts trail off.
Who needed to think at a time like this?
Who needed to try to figure out such trivial things as magical attacks and the weather?
Those things were someone else’s jobs. I was a toy maker.
Though, I felt a bit more like a toy than a maker at the moment.
Vatten started to drop to his knees, but I stopped him.
The room was carpeted to protect feet against the cold concrete of the Burrow, but carpet burn sucked and nothing was allowed to harm him now that he was with me.
I’d shred the carpet if it so much as left one little mark on him.
So I motioned to the bed with its pillows.
He grabbed one and tried to put it behind my head before realizing that I meant he should use it to kneel on.
He kissed me again, trying not to laugh before dropping the pillow on the floor and sinking down onto it.
He looked up at me with those big eyes that were impossible to look away from as he ran his tongue in circles around the tip of my cock.
Air hitched in my lungs as little bolts zipped through me.
My knees gave a little and Vatten slid his hands behind my ass, kneading his soft, nimble fingers into my flesh.
Then his head dipped lower and his tongue drew moist zigzags over my scrotum, teasing me, before licking up high and returning his attention to my dick.
He licked me eagerly, the laps long but coming quickly one after the other until he finally slipped his generous mouth over the head of my dick.
He held onto my ass as he sank his mouth over me again and again.
My nails dug into the wood of the door. That’s something I’d have to sand out later so it didn’t look like someone tore their nails out trying to escape the underground bedroom.
I lost track of how much time Vatten spent on his knees blessing me with the flat of his tongue. Time wasn’t real anyway. It was something we made up to boss other people around with.
Everything inside me drew up heavy and tight, making me bite my lip not to yowl out my pleasure for the whole of the group to hear.
One of Vatten’s warm hands left my ass and found its way down my hip and thigh to cup my balls.
That added touch was enough. I opened my mouth to tell him I was close, but he only drew up and flicked his tongue across my tip before sinking down again.
That was all it took. Everything inside me exploded and my warm, sticky seed spilled over his tongue.
Vatten didn’t relinquish his grip on me until every last drop of pleasure had been milked from me.
I leaned back against the door, panting, my mind reeling from how good his mouth and hands had felt on me.
Vatten stripped me out of my pants and underwear the rest of the way while I gathered what wits he hadn’t sucked out of me.
He rose gracefully and rose to his tiptoes to place a kiss on my forehead before leading me to the bed.
A little smirk pulled at the corners of his lips.
He was so damn satisfied with himself, and I loved how smug he smelled.
I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the nightstand door that doubled as a mini fridge.
I handed Vatten a bottle of water and then downed one myself.
“I’m horrible at this mate thing. I never fed you before we left.”
“I had a danish,” he shrugged. “Or are you implying I deserve a treat for being a good boy?”
“I ne—I---”
“It was a joke,” he grinned and motioned for me to lay down. When I did, he crawled in bed next to me and rested his head on my chest. “I mean it was either that or I’d say you didn’t even have to cover it in peanut butter before I swallowed it.”
“Has someone actually said that to you?” I blinked.
“Yeah, but it’s okay. He was a dog too. Do you know that domestic shifters are the least likely to have a nut allergy? It’s true science but still funny. A nut allergy.”
I laughed and kissed the top of his head.
We took a brief cat nap before we found ourselves in the shower.
Vatten didn’t even make a joke when I slipped a shower cap on to protect my hair.
Getting it wet without my full supplies meant that I’d look like I was full of static electricity.
We scrubbed each other clean and Vatten washed his hair.
I always sort of envied people who could wash their hair and let the air have a go at it while it was still wet with little to no consequences, but I loved running my fingers through his soapy locks.
After we were clean and dry, we made our way back to the bed.
Above us lightning and thunder still battled for control of the skies, but it wasn’t long before we were kissing again.
How could I have possibly lain next to my mate without getting hard?
It was impossible. The scent of his sweet arousal seeped into every inch of the enclosed space.
I stroked Vatten softly, reveling in his warm strength.
He had some girth to him that rubbed up against my palm perfectly.
A low whimper escaped his throat and he sat up.
Like animals, shifters communicate a lot with body language. Sometimes species to species body language can be hard to read but when your dog shifter true-mate crawls to the other end of the bed and goes head down, ass up you know he’s had all your teasing that he’s going to take.
He flashed me a look between his spread legs that said, ‘are you coming?’ as his whole body vibrated from what I guessed to be some internal tail wag from his dog.
I crawled to the other end of the bed with him and ran my fingers up and down his back.
Vatten arched his back, moving to command my fingers to exactly where he wanted them.
He was so slick that his arousal pooled there around his omegahole.
I brushed my fingers against it, warm and velvety, between our flesh.