Chapter 12
Damon and I appeared in a cave with steam billowing around us.
The hot spring was right behind us, nestled between a circle of huge rocks with smaller ones in the middle for us to pass getting into the water.
There was a sort of stone table in the middle of the spring that held two bottles of something purple and pink and a nice assortment of fruit and nuts.
“Two hours,” I sighed, grabbing Damon from behind and palming his stomach and pecs. “We better make the most of it.”
His head fell back and landed on my shoulder, a shuddering breath escaping him. “I can think of many things I would love to do.”
I chuckled and nipped at his neck. “How funny. So can I.” I ran my hand down and into his pants, stroking his hardening cock. “Too bad we don’t have any lube here,” I whispered, already planning on doing lots of filthy things to my mate without it.
Damon helped me undress him, working on my clothes next with enthusiasm. We only had two hours and I planned on making my mate come as many times as possible, which meant we needed to get started immediately.
My bunny was already heading into the warm water, his perfect ass on display as he slowly made his way under the water.
It ended at his hips, the perfect height for fun things.
I followed him on steady feet, drinking in the sight of him all wet and needy for me.
I waded through the water and once I’d caught up to him, I grabbed him by the thighs and lifted him up, rubbing our dicks deliciously together as I claimed his lips in a deep kiss.
Our tongues collided, moans escaping us as I palmed his ass and rubbed him against me, the delicious friction enough to make us come like this.
“Table,” Damon rasped and I turned to find a bottle of oil next to the offered sweets.
A smile spread across my face as I carried him closer to the table and grabbed the oil.
With one hand on Damon’s thigh holding him up, I offered him the oil and held out two fingers.
He coated my fingers in the oil and placed the bottle back on the table.
I then carried him over to the lower stones, all of them smooth to the touch and perfect for Damon to bend over.
Damon turned around once I’d laid him on one of the stones, presenting his ass for me instead.
I grinned and began prepping his perfect ass for my cock, the steam surrounding us and making sweat trickle down both our bodies as two of my fingers fucked my mate roughly making him whimper with need.
“Need you,” he begged once I was three fingers deep, my lips on his neck as my cock rubbed against his thigh.
“I need more oil,” I whispered, then removed my fingers from his hole and hurried through the water to grab some oil.
I poured it into my palm and hurried back to Damon where the water was shallower.
I stroked my cock with the oil, then grabbed his hips and slammed inside of him, spurred on further by the sound of our slapping skin reverberating through the cave.
Damon’s body was slick on the stone, making him glide against it as I fucked into his warm heat, loving how perfect he felt around me.
“More,” he demanded, pushing back against me and making the sounds of our slick bodies coming together louder and hotter.
“Gods, how I love you,” I rasped, then bit into his neck, groaning as I came inside of him. Damon moaned loudly as he came with my teeth inside his neck, his body now slumped on the stone as he smiled lazily at me.
He turned around, making me take a step back as my cock slid from his hole.
“I love you, too,” he grinned, then grabbed my arm and tugged me down for a claiming kiss.
While our lips were still tangled together, I slid my arms around his thighs and carried him back to the stone table.
We needed some refreshments before our next round.
I found a stone under water near the table that was the perfect height for sitting on, so I sat with Damon resting in my lap.
I started feeding him some blueberries, and my lovely bunny kept sucking on my fingers, clearly eager to taste more of me than just my tongue and lips.
I licked his throat with my saliva that now had healing properties because of my dragon form.
My mark faded away slowly on his neck, a sight I hated to see, but I could always make more.
We did have forever together, my bunny and I.
“Today was supposed to be my one-on-one time with Niels,” Damon admitted with a whisper. “Am I ungrateful if I admit that I’m glad to be excused from it?”
Anger rose within me again at the mention of Niels. “No, my sweet bunny, you’re allowed to not want to see him, especially when he only brings you pain instead of actually helping you with your forms.”
“He wants me to embrace them as one, and I just can’t do that,” he admitted with a defeated tone.
“And you shouldn’t have to,” I said, voice firm. “I don’t think of my three forms as the same, because they aren’t. They like and dislike different things and I feel different instincts with all of them.”
“Niels says that once I see them as one, all my instincts will be as one as well.”
“That’s some lying shit he’s throwing at you,” I growled.
Damon laughed, “Lying shit?”
“Well, yeah,” I grinned. “We weren’t allowed to cuss growing up and some of our more creative words still seem to make their appearance when I get mad.”
“You don’t have to be mad at Niels, baby, I know he’s just doing it to help me.”
“I like being your baby,” I whispered, kissing his neck.
“And I rather like being your bunny,” he admitted with a cute blush. “You’re the first one to like my bunny form.”
“I don’t just like it, remember? I love it. And not just your bunny form but all of them.”
“I know,” he sighed happily. “I think your acceptance of my bunny is the one thing that has helped me the most.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, back when my father was alive, he told me to never show my bunny to anyone and that I could mate with anyone I wanted to if they saw my dragon. Little did he know that I would end up finding my fated mate and being loved for my bunny as well.”
I hugged him tighter to me. “I had no idea people could be so nasty about forms. We shifters have no choice about what we’re born as. He might as well go yell at The Magic. Still, The Magic isn’t even in charge of how all shifters are born. It's random and should just be accepted.”
“I like that we’re different shifters. It makes our world more beautiful and with fae, witches and wizards around, too—”
I coughed, “Elves.”
He laughed, “And elves. It's just beautiful to me.”
“I feel the same way. I have an elf father, shifter fathers and wizard fathers, and all are perfect in their own way.”
“I knew you had more than two parents, but just how many do you have?”
“Six,” I replied with a fond smile. “And you’ll get to meet all of them soon.”
He swallowed nervously, but I just hummed happily against his throat, my hand stroking his thigh. “I love you,” I whispered, needing to say it again without my cock inside of him.
He turned his head and kissed me. It was intimate and soft. “My lion,” he whispered against my lips. “I love you, too.”
My heart felt fuller than ever before as I held my mate in my arms, his butt firmly placed on my lap where he belonged, with hot water lapping comfortably around our middles.