Chapter 12
Vattan
Canton Valley Farm
Everything inside me wagged when Eran’s long fingers dipped into my body, brushing against the nerve endings that had been begging for attention since we locked ourselves in our personal little underground bunker.
I rocked over his digits, drawing my pleasure from the slight fullness and squeezing them tight, letting him know I could take more than that.
A soft growl of desire echoed from deep within his belly.
His fingers disappeared in an instant. He was over me, his mouth on the back of my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin.
A second later, the head of his hard, throbbing cock brushed against my slick omegahole.
I vibrated again, making him slip and slide over my hole.
He bit the back of my neck and my toes curled into the soft comforter that covered the bed.
Yep. We were going to have to do laundry before we left.
He bit me again and growled. His cat wanted me to stay in place, but the growl sent a delight through me and my dog’s tail wagged again.
One of Eran’s big hands wrapped around my thigh holding me in place as the head of his cock probed into my body.
I bit my lip. I wanted to bark or howl or do anything to let some of the excitement out.
Instead, I buried my face in the comforter as he thrust himself into me inch by inch.
His dick rubbed up against all my hungry, demanding nerve endings and I squeezed him hard.
He breathed out hard against the back of my neck and I smirked against the comforter’s flower pattern.
Eran thrust again, sinking the rest of his hard cock into me.
Then his arms were around me, holding me in place even as I vibrated.
His teeth dug into the back of my neck, mingling pain and pleasure in the best ways.
It stung in perfect contrast with the velvety rub of his smooth shaft against the slickest parts of me.
I lost myself in all the sensations flooding over me until I was one big ball of rocking, vibrating pleasure.
I squeezed his dick over and over again, reveling in how big he was inside me.
Slowly, my vibrating calmed as our bodies found their rhythm but started back up anytime Eran relinquished his toothy hold on the back of my neck.
So when he started kissing over to my claiming gland, he held me tight with both arms and nipped me along the way.
He left a little trail of love bites from the nape of my neck all the way over to my claiming gland filled with the clear magical fluid that would fill his head with my memories.
He kissed and sucked on the gland as he thrust into my body.
I squeezed him hard whenever it stung a bit.
Eventually his tooth grazed the taut skin over my gland just right and the clear magical fluid flooded out in rivers and streams that he chased down with his tongue.
His thrusting slowed as he lapped up my memories.
I squeezed him over and over again, savoring how he felt inside me, all pressed up against my nerve endings and sweet spots.
When the fluid from my claiming gland ran dry, Eran rose up onto his knees and gripped my hips.
I vibrated again and he whispered, “You’re such a good boy, Vatten.
” I blushed as he started to thrust in earnest again.
Whatever memories inside my claiming gland must’ve shown him how much of a thing the praise kink was within the dog shifter community. “Such a good boy.”
I nodded into the blanket because I was a good boy. I was the best boy. At least I was when I was in bed. Outside the bedroom it always sounded so dumb to me.
Eran’s fingers dug into my flesh as our bodies rocked together.
His thrusts came faster, rubbing against me more and more until I couldn’t think straight.
Was he feeling this over his open part of our mating link?
I’d bite him soon. I’d turn around and--- Everything inside me drew up tight and heavy all at once as he wrapped his hand around my cock and whispered into my ear, “you are such a good fucking boy, and it feels so fucking good to be buried inside of you.”
It was just a sentence and a touch, but I vibrated as if I meant to shake us off the bed.
Eran pressed his thumb against the head of my cock and I exploded, making a mess of his hand with the proof of my pleasure.
I bit my lip and swallowed down the screaming howl, begging to be let out of me.
I vibrated as Eran continued to thrust into me, seeking out his own pleasure.
I rocked with him, squeezing him hard. Every little movement drew out the crashing waves of my own orgasm.
He thrust once, twice, three more times before his warm, sticky seed exploded into my body and he bit the back of my neck to keep himself quiet.
Our bodies kept moving- thrusting- driven forward by the true-mate response magic until not another drop of pleasure could be milked from either of us.
Then we collapsed with him on top of me, nuzzling into the back of my neck where he’d bitten so much.
It stung, but already the sensations had started to fade.
I didn’t need a mirror to know that he had covered the back of my neck in bite marks and hickeys.
I rested under him, reveling in his weight and wondering how much of my thoughts he could pick up over our mating link.
“Fuck,” he panted. “I got a little caught up there. I should’ve turned you around so that you could bite me.”
“’s okay,” I mumbled, already feeling a bit sleepy. “I’ll get you in a minute. Knot you up.”
Eran said something, but I couldn’t make it out through the veil of satisfied sleep.