Chapter 34 #2
"Thank you?" He kisses my cheek, trailing them toward my ear.
"You smell so fucking good, I want to eat you.
You feel so good in my arms, I don't think I'll ever let you leave this room.
I'm close to coming simply from tasting you, I think I'll give up eating and have you for every meal.
" He nips at my earlobe, harder than he ever has before.
It leaves a sting, and I yelp. He sucks it into his mouth and runs his tongue over the poor, abused flesh, then he speaks so low I almost can't hear him despite him being right next to my ear.
"Shifter metabolism. I do very little to look like this, and I care even less, okay? "
I nod.
"Now, can I fuck you or not?" He rocks his hard length against my hip.
"Lube in the bedside drawer."
"Best words you've said today." He chuckles, kisses me, then throws me on the bed. Before I can get my bearings, he's shoved off his jeans and underwear and is crawling over me. "You're so fucking hot, Simon. Gonna make you feel so good."
He reaches for the bedside table, fumbles around some, and then comes up with a bottle of lube.
The snick of the lid makes me tense, but he only grins at me. "Relax. I've got you, and I'm never letting you go."
His words should scare me, right? I don't know why they don't. Maybe there is a bond of some sort.
He pushes my legs apart, and I look down at his flushed cock straining against his stomach. Fucking massive. An image fit for a porn magazine. Are there porn magazines around anymore? I shake my head to rid it of stupid thoughts.
"No?"
"What?" I look into his eyes.
"You shook your head."
"Stupid thoughts. What are you waiting for?" I give him a challenging look to distract him. I think I'm done talking for a while.
He grins, sharp teeth making an appearance. I stare in fascination. Do they come and go without his control, or does he choose when to flash them?
When his finger brushes over my opening, I forget all about teeth. I spread my legs to give him more room, and he licks along my cock as he breaches me. I groan and shiver.
"Boris."
"Fuck, you feel good." He nips at my hip and pumps his finger inside me. "Can't wait to be inside you, hot and tight. You'll feel so good around me."
I might groan in reply, I'm not sure. He licks over the head of my cock, wet and sloppy. Then he pushes in with a second finger, and I shiver.
"So good, baby. You're perfect." He licks me again. "Taking my fingers so well. Look at you."
I close my eyes because I don't need to look at myself. I can feel him. When he finds the right spot and slides his fingers over it, I moan, and my legs spasm.
"Yes, like that." He does it again and again, then he wraps his lips around my cock, and a moan leaves me. "Exactly like that, Simon. Let me make you feel good. Every day. I want to do this to you every day."
I nod because words are too hard to formulate at the moment.
When he pushes in with a third finger, I still.
The stretch is intense, and Boris growls.
"Relax. You can take it. Look at you accepting my fingers.
Do you know how tightly you're squeezing me?
" He thrusts into me, and my entire being shivers.
He does it again and again, and I float into some weird realm where every touch heightens my pleasure.
Every caress, every swipe of his tongue.
I think I'm moaning, or maybe I'm blabbering, I'm not sure.
The snick of the lube cap sounds again, then he's removing his fingers. I almost sob at the loss.
"Easy, I've got just what you need."
"Condoms in the drawer." Though they're most likely past their use-by date.
He shakes his head. "Shifter. Can't give you anything, and you can't give me anything."
I stare at him.
"Ah, fuck. It's a conversation we should've had before this, right? I'll put on one if you want me to."
I should insist, right? I shake my head, and he kisses me hard. Then he leans over me. His lips are on mine again as he runs the head of his cock along my crack. When he finds the right angle, he pushes in.
My hands fly to his shoulders, fingers digging in, as I squirm underneath him. Fuck, he's big, so big. Too big? I pant, and he stills above me. He growls into my mouth, then he tears his lips away and snarls.
I'm a bit shocked at the sound. It's not human. He still doesn't move, and I allow my legs to melt into the mattress.
"Yes." He speaks near my ear. "You good?"
I nod, and he rocks his hips. My breath stutters, and I cling to him anew. Explosions go off behind my eyes, and I can't be still. I pant and writhe, my body pressing against his.
"Yes, perfect. Fuck, you feel good. I knew you would.
Mine." He pulls out a fraction only to push in again.
"All mine." He moves his hips again. "So tight, baby.
Squeezes me so fucking good." He nips at my collarbone, licks my throat, and all the while he rocks into me. "Gonna fuck you until the end of time."
I ignore him. I've never been someone who talks during sex. I don't get how anyone can focus on words.
His tempo increases, and I make noises I don't think I've ever made before.
"Fuck, yeah." He grabs my hip with one hand, and it takes me a moment to realize the tips I feel digging into my skin are claws.
A shiver takes over my body. I know I shouldn't find it hot, but I do.
I press against him, and he slams into me, the snap of his hips more intense.
The warning tingles of my impending climax start to take over.
Then he pulls out, and I whine my frustration. I was so close.
He grins and flips me over as if I don't weigh a thing. He kisses the top of my crack and works his way up my spine, his chest brushing against my back, then I feel his cock nudge my ass.
I groan and spread my legs. When he pushes in, he does so slowly while panting near my ear. My skin pebbles on my arms at the sensation. When his hips rest against my buttock, he stills. He's as deep as he can go, and I roll my hips. So fucking full.
"Feel good?" His voice is deep and raspy.
I nod.
"Good." Then he begins a slow rocking into me. I arch to get him to go deeper, and he nips at my shoulder. "Best fucking ass ever. So hungry for me."
Should I be embarrassed? Heat flushes over me.
"You want me inside you, don't you? You're swallowing me so perfectly. Made for me."
I grunt because, yeah, words.
He picks up pace, and it only takes a few seconds of him hitting my sweet spot before I'm a sobbing, pleading mess.
"What do you want, baby? Want me to fill you with my come? I'm so close." He thrusts harder. "Want me to bite you, make you mine forever?"
I nod. I want to be his forever.
He snarls and slams into me. "Simon?"
"Bite me."
A growl that should've had me struggling to get away only makes me moan, then his mouth is on the crook of my neck. The sting is painful, but moments after, pleasure explodes in the room. I'm almost convinced someone lit fireworks in there.
I shout. I don't think there is another word for it, then I come all over the bedding while Boris is ramming into me at an inhuman speed. I can feel him swell before he spills inside me. He rocks a few more times, then he collapses.
"Mine." He wraps his arms around me so hard I can't breathe. "Mine." This time his voice is growlier, and for some reason my eyes sting.
He nuzzles my neck. "Are you okay, love? Was I too rough?"
I shake my head.
"Not okay or not too rough?" He gently turns me around so he can see my face. It makes him slip out of me, and I grimace.
"I don't know."
"Uh-oh. Doesn't sound like great grades for me."
I huff a laugh, but there is a lump blocking my throat, and I don't know why. He kisses my forehead. "Are you okay?"
"I think so."
"Okay. We'll work from there."
I nod because I don't know what else to say.
He holds me. Several minutes go by without either of us saying a word or making an effort to clean up. There is a warm buzz in my chest. The more I think about it, the more I can feel it.
"I'll go get something to clean up with." Boris untangles himself and gets out of bed. The moment he's not touching me, I can feel a pull in my chest. When he leaves the room, I almost call him back. I don't want him away from me.
The bond.
Oh my God, is this what he's been feeling all along? I rub my chest, breathing out a sigh of relief when he reappears in the doorway.
"Babe?" He gives me a worried look.
"I don't like it when you leave the room."
The smile taking over his face puts the sun to shame. "I know." He crawls over me on the bed, a warm washcloth in his hand. Gently, he wipes away the evidence of our lovemaking while I stare at him in wonder.
"This is what you've felt all along?"
He nods.
"And I threw rocks at you."
He grins. "The rocks I can forgive. Not my brightest moment to run toward my mate in wolf form." He's quiet, and my mind spins.
"But not me telling you to leave my house and not come back? You can't forgive me for saying--"
He kisses me. "Of course, I can. You've done nothing wrong, Simon. I've shoved a world of supernaturals on you, pushed for things you weren't ready to give. There is nothing to forgive. You reacted like any sane person would, plus you had to think about what was best for Ira."
I look into his eyes. "You called him your son today."
Boris shrugs. "He's your kid, which makes him my kid."
I don't know if it's that simple, but I'm too tired to analyze it right now. "I think it pleased him."
Boris kisses me. "If I ever overstep, tell me."
I nod, then I yawn. Boris throws the washcloth on the hamper and gathers me into his arms. "Is your alarm set?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
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