Chapter Eight #2
I brought my hands up and rested them on his shoulders.
They were broad and muscular and I reveled in the strength that radiated from him.
Phantom fur brushed against my flesh as if his wolf was trying to say hello.
His wolf too suffered from the half-opened link.
Until our claiming vows were complete our wolves weren’t able to clearly communicate with each other either.
My wolf nuzzled against my ribs, trying to reach out. He could feel Rhomas’s wolf, but I wasn’t sure it worked the other way around.
Rhomas’s hand disappeared from my chin and stroked up and down my throat.
I leaned my head back against the wall and his mouth found my neck.
He kissed up and down it, marking me as his territory.
His mouth lingered down to the neck of my shirt and then he dropped to his knees.
A scorching blush spread across my face as he looked up at me.
Only he didn’t go for my pants. Instead, he pushed my shirt up and kissed my belly.
He nuzzled against my bare flesh, scent marking me.
His five o’clock shadow played against my belly and I ran my fingers through his thick fur-like hair.
He turned his nose into me and breathed in my scent as his arms wrapped around me.
I bit my lips to swallow the wolfy whimper that threatened to crawl out of me.
I was slick and all the pressure was making me hard too.
Need pulsated through my blood as Rhomas nuzzled lower down to my crotch.
My dick strained against the sweatpants prison as he rubbed his stubbly cheek up and down my shaft.
“You smell so good,” he murmured against me and my blush deepened, spreading out to my ears. “So good.”
He rubbed his face all over my crotch until I was ready to beg him to just let me take my pants off.
He might not have read my mind, but scent and body language don’t lie.
His hands rubbed up and down my thighs, caressing me through my clothes before circling around to cup the globes of my ass and knead his fingers into them as he nuzzled me.
He was hard too. His arousal flooded over our claiming link even as he took his time tugging down my pants to realize no one thought to give me underwear and all mine were at the house.
A drop of pre-cum had already formed on the head of my throbbing dick.
Rhomas kissed it away before nuzzling me again.
A moan bubbled over my lips, and I ran my fingers through his hair again, scratching them over his scalp.
He pinned my dick against my body and kissed up and down it before repeating the journey and tickling me with his scratchy day old stubbleI ground against his face until his tongue found my shaft.
My hands dropped to his shoulders as my knees shook.
This wasn’t the first time someone’s mouth found my dick, but everything was more intense with Rhomas.
Maybe it was just the true-mate response or perhaps it was because he spent the last five minutes nuzzling me into a frenzy.
One of his hands disappeared from my ass to cup my balls.
He slid his palm over them, gently massaging the textured skin of my scrotum.
I was going to melt right into the hardwood floors if he kept that up.
A second later, his fist closed around my shaft and his tongue licked tiny, teasing circles around my tip.
He looked up, met my gaze, and held it as he teased me.
Another moan crawled out of me, and I was never so grateful to have a wall to lean against.
“Do we need to move to the bed?” he asked, running a hand over one of my shaking knees.
I shook my head because I didn’t want Rhomas to stop touching me.
He could kiss, lick, and nuzzle me until my knees gave out, and I was stuck in the corridor forever.
Once he was sure I wasn’t going to change my mind about going to bed, Rhomas slid his mouth down me.
I lost myself and my hold on gravity as his tongue pressed against the tender underside of my shaft.
He held onto one of my hips to keep me against the wall as his mouth drew back up before plunging down again.
I kept ahold of his shoulders as my legs trembled with little zaps of pleasure.
“Just let the wall be your bed and hold onto me,” he thought at me over our mating link. “That’s it. You can take it. Take every last lick.”
His tongue wiggled as he thought the word lick as if he meant to punctuate it.
A little whimper passed over my lips and my nails dug into him.
He chuckled, pleased with himself and the sound vibrated through me until my balls drew up away from his palm and closer to my body.
They were so heavy and I was so slick and Rhomas wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down.
My dick twitched inside his mouth and Rhomas moved quicker.
His tongue pressed harder against my flesh until I thought I might tear his shirt and skin with my nails before I finally howled my pleasure.
The sound broke free from deep within my chest and he kept sucking.
His tongue pressed harder against me as if he were trying to coax every last drop of pleasure from within me and by how breathless I felt when he finally sat back on his heels and grinned up at me all smug and pleased with himself, he just might’ve succeeded in drinking every last drop of my cum down.
“Do you need something to drink?” he asked me a few seconds later.
“Ma—maybe,” I nodded, trying not to laugh.
“I think you needed that,” he said, still looking up at me.
“Ya think?” I laughed. “I… the nuzzling was really nice.”
He leaned over and sniffed my crotch. Satisfied that I smelled enough like him for now, he disappeared through the house. I pulled my pants back up and sank down against the wall. My wolf was lounging, happy with his tongue lolling inside his inner sanctum.
When Rhomas came back, I downed the first bottle of water he gave me.
Then he kissed me again. This time I found myself on my back on the floor with one of Rhomas’s hands under my head for cushioning.
His tongue swept around my mouth and over my tongue.
His free hand rested over my nipple, rubbing my pec.
He nudged my thighs apart with his knee, making room for himself.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him as close as I could with one of his arms at the odd angle from protecting my head.
His hard dick pressed against my belly and something inside me stirred again.
I was still slick – would be slick until all the nerve endings hidden inside my omegahole were satisfied.
All his grinding woke my dick back up to press against him.
He smiled against my lips, reveling in how much I wanted him.
“How do you feel about making pups?” he stopped kissing me to ask.
His forehead was pressed against mine and our gazes locked together.
“Right now or in the future or in general?” I managed to say as my scorching, cherry blush returned to burn my face and ears.
“All of the above but let’s focus on the present for a moment,” he said.
“I want a family,” I nodded. “Being an only child was… Odd. Sometimes it felt like I was the center of my parents’ universe and other times it felt like I was an interloper who kept them from doing what they really wanted to do. Shit! I’m killing the mood. I just meant to say I always…”
Rhomas rose up just enough to look down his body at his cock stretching out the fabric of his pants.
“Mood is still alive.”
I nodded.
“Go on. You were telling me why you wanted me to fill you up with a whole litter of puppies and not just one.”
All this blushing was going to be the death of me. I was going to die from all the blood rushing back and forth between my dick and my face.
“That’s one way to put it,” I managed to say. “I didn’t mean we had to have all our kids at once.”
“That’s not really up to us. Well, I mean it is in response to what you literally said.
We can have more than one litter but it’s a combination of how many eggs the true-mate response makes you drop and how many of my guys find them and if they want to do their multiplication tables in utero or not. ”
“I know but…”
I couldn’t shake the image of me laid up on a chaise lounge with a pregnant belly hanging a bit off the edge while Rhomas fed me chunks of raw deer. Had that happened before in some other lifetime or was my imagination running away with me?
“Whatever you’re thinking about, we can definitely do it,” he said and kissed my neck.
“For all you know it’s an orgy or a mass murder,” I laughed.
“You would die at an orgy if you blush just from me,” he teased.
“Have you been to an orgy?”
“Uh… Once but not as a participant. Someone broke their leg and then a door showed up. It was so awkward.”
“I don’t want to die at an orgy! Oh, my Frost on a biscuit! What did they tell the family?”
“Nothing! That’s just it! No one died at the sex party. They had it in an apartment and the old wolf next door passed in his sleep. He came straight through the wall to find his door, and he almost stayed and tried to watch but his mate showed up at the door and dragged him off.”
“I would’ve killed him all over again! Stay and watch!” I said, the urge to hide my tomato face growing with each word Rhomas said. “By the fucking gods!”