Chapter Eighteen
Lanche
Bringing Dain to my home was a dream come true. After how hesitant he’d been to come here in the first place, I was worried he’d be nervous, but I didn’t feel anything but excitement from him as he parked his car.
He turned to me with a smile. “I know you would never hurt me. Even when you didn’t have control of your magic, you didn’t hurt me.”
I gave him a dubious look. “You could barely make it across the park to get to me.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t hurt me. At all. Everyone else was covered in tiny cuts and bruises from the strong wind and ice. I walked through unharmed.”
I blinked at that. “I tried to keep you safe, but… really? You’re not hurt at all?”
He surprised me by leaning over, burying his hands in my hair, and pulling me into a soft kiss. “Really. You’re my viramore, Avalanche. That means you could never hurt me.”
Which was… true. I just thought the person controlling me—Vanessa—could’ve hurt him through me.
I pressed a long kiss to his lips, lingering there for a moment before I whispered, “Come inside?”
He smirked. “Definitely.”
He turned off the car, and we hopped out, practically running for the front door.
Once inside, he shed his coat—I was only wearing a pair of Dain’s sweatpants and a t-shirt he happened to have in the car since my clothes had been torn to shreds from my shift—and I glanced around for a split-second, wondering what he’d see when he looked at my home.
The walls were made of a combination of trees, snow, and ice, all magicked together so the snow and ice wouldn’t melt, even with the heat on.
I tried to keep everything homey, adding some pictures of my family and friends on the walls and knickknacks from my travels on the shelves.
There was a nice big comfy couch, loveseat, and armchair in the living room, along with some end tables and a large TV.
I spent a good amount of time in there, but my favorite part of the house was at the very top of the building, and I couldn’t wait to show Dain.
The space was an open-floor plan, so from the foyer, you could see the living room with the dining room behind it—all dark woods and a large enough table to fit my entire family—and the kitchen behind that.
Since there was so much white on the walls from the sparkling snow, I’d added a splash of color in the kitchen.
My cabinets were royal blue with dark trim, and all my appliances were black to make the color really pop.
The kitchen island held a basket full of fruit that I liked to snack on and was one of my favorite places to have guests sit while I cooked.
I turned back to Dain as he hung his coat on a hook on the wall, making me swallow as I took in his muscled arms.
As soon as he toed off his boots, he rushed me.
My eyes widened because I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but then he threw his arms around my neck and tucked his face against my throat.
I caught him with ease, hugging him tight to me as I buried my nose in his hair, breathing him in, more relieved and beyond happy he was here—that both of us were here—and that our bond was growing stronger with every passing second.
Dain leaned back, met my eyes for a moment, sending me a tender and vulnerable smile before he leaned up to capture my mouth with his.
I eagerly returned his kiss, pressing my tongue into his mouth and licking up his flavor.
Dain lifted his leg, wrapping it around my hip, so I bent down and picked him up.
He let out a strangled yell that turned into a laugh as he wrapped his arms and legs more firmly around me, and I pressed his back against the wall, sliding my fingers under his shirt as I deepened the kiss.
Inside my head, I heard him think, “Fuck, I’m not used to being the one picked up.”
“Is this okay?”
“So, so, so fucking okay.”
He groaned and bucked against me, and I moaned loudly, my hands moving to his ass, kneading the strong muscles there. Fuck, he was so sexy. I wanted to get my hands all over him—I wanted to get my lips, tongue, and teeth over every inch of him.
Dain broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes, and murmured, “I like the sound of that.” Oh. He’d heard my thoughts. He pecked my lips. “Take me to bed, baby, and fuck me into the mattress.”
He definitely didn’t have to tell me twice.
I groaned and held him more firmly in my arms as I pulled away from the wall, carrying him toward my bedroom.
He laughed. “I can walk.”
“Mhm. But I like holding you.”
He shrugged and leaned in, nibbling on the side of my neck. “I suppose that means I can do this.” He licked a stripe up my neck. “And this.” He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth, sending shivers down my spine. “Mm. You like that, do you?”
Clearly, he didn’t need me to answer him because he could surely feel my shivers and sense how much I liked it through our silvery thread.
I pushed my bedroom door open with my toe, walked inside, then pushed it shut. Not that anyone else was here or anything, but my family did have keys to my place, so I wanted to be safe… just in case.
Dain stopped his nibbling and looked at me in concern. “You really think your family’s going to come here?”
I cringed. “Um, honestly? Yes. Once they realize I ran out of there, they’ll likely come here to check on me.”
He searched my face for a long moment before he smirked. “You better get on with it then. We only have so much time.”
I laughed and walked over to the bed, dropping him there and making him laugh again as he bounced. He whipped his shirt over his head, and he nodded at me. “Better take yours off too.”
I pulled my borrowed t-shirt off and was honestly relieved because it had been way too tight. Then I leaned over Dain, pushing him back as I caught his mouth with mine, our tongues brushing against each other, making my cock jump in excitement.
Dain wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me down as he bucked up. Sliding my hand down his bare, hairy chest, my cock twitched in excitement as I unhooked the button on his jeans.
I kissed my way down his throat, across his collarbone, then buried my face in his furry chest, inhaling deeply, memorizing the smell of his skin, the scent of his arousal.
I licked my way down his abs—being a werewolf, his body was so muscular, and I was definitely going to be taking advantage of that as often as he’d let me. When I reached his hips, I nipped at one and dragged his jeans and boxer briefs down.
As soon as the clothes were dropped to the floor, I nipped my way over to his cock, then bypassed it to suck one of his balls into my mouth. He let out a surprised and pleasurable yell, grabbing my hair with his hands and holding it out of the way.
“Fuck, Lanche… mmmmpphpmm.”
I sucked his other ball into my mouth, then licked my way up his cock, sucking the tip, swirling my tongue, and making him shout out my name again. Hearing his little pleasure noises, hearing the way my name sounded on his tongue when he was in carnal bliss, made my own body ache for more.
So I reached over and pulled the lube out of the nightstand drawer, squirted a good amount on my hand, sucked him back into my mouth, and circled my finger around his hole.
“Yes. Please, baby. Please. I need you to fuck me.”
I loved hearing him call me that, and I felt my magic react. It flared out of my body, reaching for his, and this time, his magic reached back without hesitation.
I groaned at that and pressed my finger inside his heat, making him moan and dig his fingers further into my hair. It stung, but I liked it, so I sucked harder, and after a few seconds, I added a second finger inside him, scissoring them to open him up.
“Please, Lanche. I’m ready.”
I pulled off. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
He growled in frustration, and I couldn’t help but smile before I sucked him down once again and pushed a third finger inside.
Both our magics—mine a snowy white with snowflakes in the midst, and Dain’s all greens and reds—swirled around us in the air, mixing and almost playing with each other.
It was like they were two lovers who’d been separated for years, and finally, they were together again, ready to never leave each other’s side.
By the time he was ready for me, I was afraid I wouldn’t last more than a few seconds just from hearing his sounds, tasting his skin, and feeling him beneath me.
But I was definitely eager to try.
Since I was a snow yeti, and he was a werewolf, we didn’t need a condom since we couldn’t carry or pass on diseases, so I quickly lubed myself up, lined my cock up with his hole, and gently pressed in.
He pushed back and grabbed onto my shoulder, pulling me closer to him as his heels dug into my ass and tried to speed me up.
He was strong as a were, but I had just as much strength and didn’t allow him to pull me in too fast. I really, really didn’t want to hurt him.
He huffed. “You’re frustrating.”
I grinned at him. “And you’re beautiful like this, all splayed out and ready for me.”
He groaned and tugged on my shoulders. “Kiss me, you evil man.”
I snorted and leaned in to do just that as I pushed in the rest of the way. I stilled my hips, despite being desperate to move, allowing him to adjust to my length. I was a big guy, and my cock was proportionate to the rest of me.
Luckily for me, it seemed my werewolf was built just for me.
“Move, baby. Please,” he whispered against my lips.
“With pleasure.”
I pulled out slowly, both of us groaning, then pushed in just as slowly, setting a leisurely pace that was killing us both with pleasure.
When Dain couldn’t take it anymore, he reached down, grabbed my ass, and used his hands and legs to try and speed me up. It was awkward and ridiculous, and we both laughed.
And when I kissed his smiling lips, I did what he wanted and pounded into him.
“Yessss. That’s it. Right there,” I heard him say inside my head.
It made me grin.