Chapter Nine - Ketill
Ilower myself onto Thomas’s cock, the stretch is near painful from my half-assed prepping, but the way he grabs hold of my hips—head thrown back as a moan shivers across his wiry body—makes it all worth it.
“God, Ketill.” Thomas’s fingers dig into the meat of my ass.
I roll my hips, smirking at the way this makes him whimper.
Thomas bucks up. I groan, head dropping, sweat-wet hair falling into my eyes, as a spike of pleasure lights up my oversensitive nerves. “Fuck, this feels good.”
Thomas’s body is a wonder that my palms roam—fingers brushing through the dark coils of hair dusting across his soft stomach and up towards his more defined chest.
Our bodies wave together, Thomas releasing a strained puff of air every time he fills me. My cock is somehow semi-hard even after cumming.
“You’re so…” My palms caress the straight line of his wide shoulders, run down the muscles in his arms and back up to his chest to play with his hard nipples. “You are just fucking wonderful.”
Thomas sucks in a breath, then shoots up, capturing my mouth.
“This is okay?” he begs, our noses brushing. Voice tender and desperate, wandering stare glazed and wide. “Tell me, Ketill, please. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
My heart softens, and I loop an arm around his shoulders, my other hand cupping my balls. “You’re fucking me so well, treasure. So perfectly.”
Thomas buries his face into my neck and murmurs breathless little sweet things, his fingers creating bruises in my ass, all as we work together to lift me off his cock, then drag me back down.
Soon, we’re moving as one, Thomas controlling the speed, my semi-hard cock rubbing against his stomach as I pull him as close as possible to devour his mouth.
Moans are pushed out of me. I might’ve already cum, and I doubt I will again, but giving Thomas this, and also getting to ride his very, very nice cock, is something I couldn’t pass up for anything.
“This feels…” Thomas gasps, sweat dripping down his forehead. His scent of heated fresh water flooding over my senses. “God, Ketill. This feels!”
Something grows between us. Something more than just him having a nice cock, or the way my heart swells when I make him laugh or glare. The joy of remembering how he likes his tea, the pure relief of pulling him from the lake.
It’s something I’d die to protect and live to cherish.
“I know,” I groan. I want Thomas closer than anyone has ever been.
Thomas speeds up, the sound of our lube and sweat slicked bodies slapping together, our rushed breathing melding with the storm outside.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he cries out.
“Me neither,” I moan, dropping my head into the crook of his neck, my tongue licking the salt from his delicious body. “Me neither. Fuck, Thomas.”
“Bite me again. I want you to bite me again—”
Thomas yells as my fangs slice into his soft skin, piercing through his artery. The first drop of his blood hits my system, and my world goes…wild.
This isn’t like the side of a frozen lake. This is so much more.
My eyes widen. My semi-hard cock fattens. And then Thomas’ body is spasming under mine, filling me with his cum as his blood spikes through my veins.
The wind screams as our connection solidifies. As if Fate has finally—finally—been acknowledged and locked into place.
“I’m never letting you go,” I growl as somehow a second orgasm races up my spine and spills out of me. My heart erratic. “Never. You’re mine, I’m yours. Say it.”
Thomas clings to me, his body quivering as his orgasm dies down. “I’m yours. You’re mine. I’m…” His arms wrap around my middle and tighten. “I’m never letting you go either.”
Slowly, we both fall onto the blankets. Our shared breathing hard, Thomas stroking long fingers through my hair, my face pressed into his.
“I’m heavy,” I murmur and go to move, but Thomas stills me.
“I don’t mind…just stay close, Ketill. Stay close to me…” he whispers, kissing the side of my mouth.
I sit my chin on his shoulder.
“Whatever you want,” I reply, as I watch my soulmate fall asleep. “Forever. Always. Mine, mine, mine…yours.”