Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Jett
“I wish it wasn’t winter,” Landon says with a whine.
Not only are we in the middle of winter but it’s also Christmas Eve.
He was really hoping the babies would be here before today, but they had a different idea of when they’d like to arrive.
“I want to go swimming. For the record, I don’t normally enjoy swimming but right now all I want to do is get completely submerged in some water and float around. ”
I smile, watching my mate try to get comfortable in bed. He keeps flipping back and forth, like a rotisserie chicken. Every time he flips over, he groans in frustration. The cycle just keeps going and going. I quickly finish getting into my pajamas so I can offer to help him.
“That’s just the babies,” I tell him in way of explanation. “You’re feeling their instincts. They want to be in the water.”
“How dare they? They’re already in the most perfect location! Why would they want to be anywhere else?”
I chuckle, overwhelmed by the affection I feel for my beautiful mate. Is he dramatic? Sometimes. Would I have him any other way? Absolutely not.
“They’re not even born yet and they’re already making demands! Well, I have a few demands of my own!”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, getting into the bed and sitting at Landon’s feet. I pull his foot into my lap, starting to massage it. He lets out a pleased noise and finally stills his movements. “What sort of demands, my heart?”
“I wanted them to be here in time for Christmas,” Landon says, moaning as I press my thumbs into the center of his foot, really digging in. “I wanted to take pictures of them next to their stockings. It was going to be adorable, Jett.”
“Mhmm,” I hum as I listen, letting him rant to his heart’s content. This must be a much needed stress relief.
Landon’s body accommodates this pregnancy but that doesn’t mean he’s been comfortable.
For the last month, he’s been huge and swollen and sore.
His balance has been awful because of the addition around his middle.
He’s had heartburn and stomach aches and pains.
He’s done it all so well and I couldn’t be more proud but now that we’re in the end, he’s ready to be done.
“My parents somehow hired movers who’re faster than these babies! And now they want water? Well excuse me for not being a water shifter.”
“You’re perfect just as you are,” I say softly, running my fingers higher and massaging his ankle.
“You might not be a water shifter but you are their father. They’re going to adore you, Landon.
Just the same way that I adore you.” I punctuate my statement by bringing his ankle to my mouth, kissing the skin I find there.
His hair tickles my lips and it makes me smile up at him.
“You make it hard to stay grumpy.”
“Your feelings are valid, my heart. This has been a hard month, but we’re right at the finish line. I am so proud of you.”
He pokes me in the cheek with his big toe. “I love you.”
“I love you too. So very, very much. More than words could ever properly communicate.”
“Do you think true mates are real?”
I nod my head. “How could I not?”
Landon seems satisfied with my answer. His body relaxes and he lets out a sigh as he sinks against the pillows. I continue to massage his feet, pulling the other one into my lap and giving it the same treatment as the first.
“Mm, that feels so nice, Jett.”
“Good,” I say, dipping down and kissing his other ankle. “You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard.”
Landon snorts. “I’ve mostly just been a beached whale.”
“Your body is working hard at keeping our eggs safe as they grow. That’s not nothing.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. Trust me.”
I’m expecting Landon to sit back and fall asleep. Instead, he opens his thighs. I can smell that he’s aroused.
“I would ask you to do something with my hard-on but I’m not sure you can actually find it under my belly.”
I can’t help but chuckle with amusement. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” I tell him, moving up his body until I’m on my side beside him. I run my hand along his swollen belly before reaching up and cupping his face. I tilt his face towards me so that I can properly kiss him.
Landon makes a pleased noise as I kiss him, pushing my tongue between his lips. Despite the absence of pheromones, I’m still addicted to this taste, to the little sounds of pleasure he makes. I still want to please him as best as I can, that drive within me never going away.
I love him. Why wouldn’t I want to make him feel good?
Landon moves away from my mouth in order to kiss my neck.
The skin there is still tender. I recently went into town and had another tattoo added to my skin.
The bite mark that Landon left against my shoulder didn’t feel permanent enough so I had someone lay ink over it.
The black bite mark fits in with all my other ink, making it part of the whole.
That’s the same way I feel about this new family I’ve fallen into. We’re all separate people who are wildly different, yet we make up a whole unit. We complement each other and fit together like a puzzle.
“Oh,” Landon breathes out, his arms tightening around me. “Can you run the bath for me, Jett?”
“Are you sure? I can just keep rubbing your back until you fall asleep if you’d like. Or I can suck you off to help you relax.”
Landon smiles. “How about you suck me off in the bath?”
“That could be arranged. Just don’t hold my head under the water, okay?”
Landon giggles. “I guess I can handle that.”
I steal one last kiss before heading into the bathroom.
I quickly get the water going, thankful that I have this giant tub.
As an octopus shifter, sometimes I need to let myself shift and swim around.
I would much prefer to do that in a river or lake or better yet, the ocean.
But I make due with what I have when it’s needed.
I’m about to head back into the bedroom to fetch Landon when he steps into the room.
He’s gloriously naked and I marvel at how quickly he did that himself.
His body is covered in black hair that I constantly find myself running my fingers through.
I’m fascinated by it since I don’t have body hair at all.
“Hey,” I say softly, holding out my arms for him. Landon steps into them, hugging me tight. Then I help him into the tub.
“This is nice. Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” I tell him, running my fingers over his cheek. “I will never cease to be filled with wonder over how beautiful you are.”
“Sappy mate.”
“You can call me anything you’d like so long as I’m yours.”
Landon’s eyes sparkle. I’ve only just noticed he put his glasses back on. I reach for them but he stops me. “I need them.”
“What for?”
“To see what happens next.”
I blink slowly, trying to understand. “What?”
Instead of answering, Landon takes my hand, leading it into the water and to his cock. He’s hard when I touch him, scorching hot despite the water around it. I stroke him slowly, watching his face morph with pleasure.
My left hand goes to the nap of his neck, just holding his head. I lean my forehead against his, breathing him in. My own cock grows hard, but it’s so easy to forget about it when I’m focused on my mate, focused on making him feel good.
“Jett,” Landon breathes out. “Lower. Touch my hole. Finger me.”
I do as Landon is asking, reaching beneath his cock to touch his hole. I swirl my finger around it, making sure he’s prepared for the touch. Then I push inside. I’ll never get used to how scorching hot his insides are. He’s wet and I easily push my entire finger in, slowly pumping it in and out.
“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuck, yes. So good, Jett.”
“You’re so good,” I say, kissing his cheek. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you come.”
“You do. You always do.”
I kiss him as I finger him. I push two fingers into his hole and then three. He whines against my lips, making the prettiest noises. His glasses bump against my face and I think about taking them away but I remember what he said before. He wants to be able to see everything.
“Touch my cock again. I’m so close,” Landon barely gets out, his voice strained. He tilts his head back against the lip of the tub, crying out in pleasure as I get my hand on his dick once more.
“That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.”
“Jett!”
I can feel his cock twitch and throb against my palm. I stroke him through it, staring at the way his eyes squeeze shut and his cheeks flood with red. He’s so beautiful like this. So fucking perfect.
“Oh gods,” he gets out, carefully putting his left leg up onto the lip of the bathtub. “Another!”
My eyes widen and my hand picks up speed. “Another? So soon?”
“Yes! Fuck, it’s right there. Oh gods!”
I take a steadying breath, allowing my tentacles to come forth.
They appear at the v of my pelvis. One of them wraps around Landon’s back, holding him tight.
Another replaces my hand on his cock, slowly moving up and down.
Another goes around his thighs, holding him open for me while my hand moves down to his hole.
If he’s going to come over and over, I want to maximize his pleasure. I want to milk him of every drop.
I touch his hole but freeze when I feel something there. I look down into the bath and see an egg already between his thighs in the water. I’m so shocked that I can’t do anything but stare.
“Stop staring!”
I look up at my mate. “What the hell, Landon?”
“I told you! Another one is coming!”
“I didn’t even know a first one was coming!”
Landon’s cock throbs within the confines of my tentacle. I watch as another egg slips from Landon’s body, resting beside its sibling in the water. Landon cries out, coming for a second time in such quick succession. The eggs are wringing these orgasms from Landon’s body whether he likes it or not.
I want him to like it. I want to make sure this is good for him.
“Holy shit,” Landon gasps out.