Chapter 9
Voss
Iwas immensely grateful for the excuse to go out. Alina’s clear, sweet voice singing about seduction and couples frolicking in the meadow made my cocks pulse with lust so strong, it made my vision grow dark around the edges.
Keeping my double erection snug in my cock pocket so she wouldn’t see was the hardest thing I ever did.
Hardest. Yeah, they are. I snorted to myself, running out just in time to see the last of the delivery shuttle streaking over the canopies. A few large packages sat in the yard behind the house. I stacked them into a tall pile and carried everything inside.
Alina was in the kitchen drinking water when I deposited the boxes on the floor.
“Food and clothes,” I said. “The store offered something called ‘Temple Bride Essentials’, so I got that, too. I wasn’t sure what you’d need.”
She stared at the packages, then glanced at me, then again at the tall stack. Finally, she faced me, her eyes trained on my throat. “So… that’s for me, then?”
I blinked. Didn’t I just say that? “Yes, it’s all for you. Oh, I suppose you need help opening them. Hang on.”
Each box was sealed with tape, and I made short work of cutting through it with my claws. A moment later, Alina stood in a rough circle of five large boxes, each open. She looked at them with alarm, like they were toads about to spit venom.
“What’s wrong?” I finally asked, worried she didn’t like my gifts. Maybe the bright flashes of fabric peeking out from one of the boxes weren’t to her liking.
She shook herself off, finally crouching to peek into the clothing box. She moved carefully, like she was worried about damaging the contents. “Nothing. I just… This is a lot of stuff. I’m not sure I ever owned so much at once. And you… you’re giving it to me.”
She looked perturbed when she glanced up, nervously clutching the edge of the box.
“Yes.”
Her hand shot up to scratch the inflamed skin over her collarbones. I bit my tongue so as not to blurt out for her to stop, even though the sight aggravated me. She’d soon bleed if she went on at this rate.
“What’s wrong, Alina?” I asked instead, keeping my fists clenched so I wouldn’t get the urge to restrain her. But, oh, how I wanted to.
I hated to see her hurt.
She sighed and got up, her cheeks coloring. Finally, as if making up her mind, she looked right into my eyes. The force of her glare was so powerful, it made me shiver.
But even though she was clearly angry about something, the pleasure of eye contact overshadowed any discomfort. My cocks pulsed as if that look from her was a direct stroke over my pocket.
“What do you expect in return?” Alina lashed out, scratching more furiously as she watched me. She was like a skittish animal, cornered into a fight.
I finally understood her reserve.
“Nothing,” I said at once. “You’re my mate, so I provide for you. Isn’t this the same way among humans?”
She shrugged, suddenly looking away. Her fingernails were bloody when she dropped her hand to her side, looking embarrassed. “I don’t know. I guess. But, well… A husband who provides for his wife has expectations. So, what are yours?”
I shook my head. Oh, I’d love to see her writhing under me, her legs wide, her face twisted in pleasure. But the bedroom wasn’t a place for an exchange of services provided.
“What I already told you,” I said. “Live with me for two months. Talk to me. Just this. Now, will you please take a look at the things they sent? I want to know if you have everything you need. It was my first time ordering supplies for a human.”
She hesitated but finally crouched again with a resolute nod. At first, she turned to the boxes with food, taking out cans and packets. Wary at first, she soon grew enthusiastic.
“This is amazing! I love canned peaches! And shortbread? Wow, and flour and dry yeast! I can bake bread. What is this… Peanut butter? And… mint chocolates?”
When she looked at me with her eyes sparkling with joy, I couldn’t stop a lashing swing of my tail. My heart thumped in my chest. She looked so right like this, with her face glowing in pleasure. I was mesmerized.
Alina looked away, a blush staining her cheeks, and cleared her throat. “Thank you. This is… It’s amazing.”
I didn’t trust my voice not to break, so I just nodded. She went back to rifling through the boxes, and soon, she pressed colorful dresses to her front to see if they fit her. My chest grew full, but I couldn’t enjoy it. The happier she was, the more I wanted her, my body growing hot and hard with need. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
It was the mating instinct, telling me to claim my mate now that I made her happy. To make sure, once and for all, that she was mine.
Except, I just told her I expected nothing from her. If she saw me sporting a double erection at the sight of her opening my gifts, that might put another dent in her already non-existent trust.
“Excuse me,” I choked out, backing out of the kitchen. “I have to, uh, take care of something. Will you be fine on your own?”
She nodded, turning to me. “Yes. And, uh, Voss?” I stopped my tactical retreat, looking at her over my shoulder. She looked into my eyes with a resolute expression. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” I hurried out of there, escaping the sight of her open, happy eyes.
Away from the kitchen, I breathed more easily. Normally, her scent calmed me and kept the rage at bay, but at that moment, it drove my lust higher until my blood boiled with it. I rushed to my bedroom and locked the door behind me, undoing my trousers on my way to the en-suite bathroom.
The two somethings I had to take care of sprung out of my cock pocket, slick and so hard, I stumbled when my head grew hazy. All that blood traveling south left my brain undersupplied.
I braced against the sink, closing my eyes as I gripped both cocks in my fist. I squeezed harder and harder until my fingers met, and then drew this excruciating ring up and down, slowing when I reached the soft spikes circling the lower shafts.
The room wobbled around me when I gasped out in pleasure. Gods. When was the last time I even touched myself? I had no idea. All I knew was that the rage that consumed me before I met Alina overshadowed even this.
But now, my mating instincts were ablaze, and so my cocks pulsed, eager and hard. I slid the cage of my fingers up, squeezing the thick shafts to the point of pain. Hot precum trickled down my fist and I opened my eyes just in time to see the engorged, red heads disappearing in my tight hand.
“Fuck!”
I still felt her scent. It was in my nose and on my skin after she spent the night in my arms, and now I inhaled, trying to get more of it. My cocks pulsed in response, the balls hidden deep inside my body swelling in pleasure.
At this point, I couldn’t stop it. I was too worked up, and so I succumbed with a groan to the images that sprung in my mind. Alina on her knees, her face turned up, eyes trusting as she sucked me. Then her again, on all fours on the bed, looking at me pleadingly over her shoulder when I fucked her hard with both cocks.
Finally, on her back on the floor, splayed open, her fingers clinging to my shoulders as she screamed in ecstasy.
I closed my eyes, stroking faster and faster. The sounds I made were beastly, groans and grunts of wicked pleasure. I imagined how hot and tight she’d feel. How open she’d be, letting me do anything I desired, touching every inch of her skin.
How she’d feel nestled against my body, warm and satiated and safe.
My eyes flew open, both sets of eyelids opening, and I looked at myself in the mirror. My reflection glared back, eyes all iris, golden and clear without the protective membranes. My face was twisted in something that looked like rage, my teeth bared as I worked myself faster and faster, finally stilling with a deep grunt.
I came in thick spurts into the washbasin, looking into the eyes that no one apart from me could see clearly and live, and cursed myself. This was all a mistake, but it was too late.
Up until that moment, I might have let her go. But now? She was mine and I would do anything to keep her.
I was going to fight for my mate.