Chapter 30
THIRTY
ETHAN
The sound of light rain on the bedroom window is the first thing I register when I wake up the next morning. But it’s only for a few moments because image after image from last night hit me one after the other before my arms tighten around the man that’s slowly becoming the center of my world.
He’s still sleeping soundly on his side, his back tucked into my front, our legs tangled together, as if I had to make sure he was safe with me even in sleep.
One of my hands is resting on his smooth belly under the long-sleeved shirt I gave him to sleep in.
Sure, he could have gotten something to wear from his backpack but I wanted him in my clothes, with my scent covering every inch of his skin, mixing with his own.
My protective instinct and possessiveness have kicked into overdrive since yesterday, my body demanding that I always touch him, the alpha inside me screaming at me to make sure its mate is okay, my heart beating wildly at the thought of what could have happened to him if I hadn’t gotten there in time.
Just the idea of Ollie being hurt makes my chest vibrate with a growl, the need to hunt down the threat and confirm it’s dealt with almost overwhelming.
“Mm… Ethan?” comes the soft, sleepy mumble from my warm, sweet mate, effectively shutting out everything else but the feeling of him against me.
I bury my nose in his hair, before I follow his scent to his throat, giving in to the need to suck a small kiss there.
Even though my heartbeat never really slows down.
“Good morning, baby,” I mouth on his skin, my fingers trailing feather-light strokes on his stomach and chest.
But I must not be doing a good job hiding the tension that’s still riding me, because he turns in my arms until he’s facing me and our eyes are locking.
The morning sky must be gray outside because only the barest of light slips in through the window, but it’s enough to let me see his bright, green eyes.
“What is it?” he whispers in his raspy, still sleep-ridden voice, his gaze dancing all over my face.
“What do you mean?” I pull him closer until we’re almost on the same pillow.
Much better.
Ollie looks at me steadily, calmly, his hand coming up to caress my chest.
“Your heart is beating like crazy, Ethan. And you feel really tense.”
Damn it, I’ve made him worry about me and that’s the last thing I want.
I caress his face and he leans into it, soaking up the touch.
“It’s nothing. I just…” I pause, not knowing how to really put it into words.
“It’s just that sometimes I feel like I can’t touch you enough.
Like I will close my eyes and you will slip away.
” His eyes slightly widen, his lips parting in a soft inhale and I wish I could be the breath he takes into his lungs.
“I’ve never known terror like the one I felt last night, Ollie.
You being hurt is not something that my mind can make peace with.
I mean, look at me,” I huff out a humorless laugh, “I haven’t been able to stop touching you since the moment I found you yesterday. I simply can’t.”
His eyes are blazing by the time I finish my sentence and I can’t look away. Not when they sparkle with a determination and desire that take my breath away.
Without severing our shared look, he lifts the comforter that’s still covering me, bringing his lips a whisper away from mine.
“Then keep touching me,” he mutters as his lithe body blankets mine, straddling my hips, effectively making all my brain functions cease.
Making me unable to focus on anything but him.
He has his hands on either side of my head, looking down at me with liquid, piercing eyes.
My shirt on him is big and long, exposing one of his shoulders in a way that feels decadent, as decadent as the fact that, even though the fabric pools on his thighs concealing him from my gaze, he’s wearing nothing underneath.
And I can feel his naked skin on me, wishing like hell I hadn’t put on boxer briefs before going to bed.
He leans forward, just enough to brush a barely-there kiss on my lips that leaves me desperate for more, but he pulls back with a smile that makes the blood boil in my veins.
I don’t dare move, mesmerized by everything he does, letting him do whatever he wants with me.
He dips lower, spreading kisses on my throat, sucking lightly on my pulse and I can’t stop the groan that escapes me.
Fuck, he’s gonna make me lose my fucking mind and all he’s done is kiss me and look at me.
But it’s when he starts moving further down, kissing and nipping the skin on my chest and abs, gently but insistently, that every muscle in my body tightens, aching for him.
My hand finds his face and he looks up at me in question, expression relaxed but eyes intense.
“Ollie, what—” I swallow hard, my throat dry. “What are you doing?”
His mouth lowers to brush another kiss, just above the elastic waistband of my briefs, looking at me beneath his lashes.
“I’m proving to you and to myself that I’m here, and that I’m not going anywhere.”
His fingers curl into the waistband and my cock fucking jumps under the black material.
My palm slides further back until my fingers thread into his curls.
“Are you sure, baby?” I croak, tittering on the edge of my sanity but needing him to be certain of what he’s doing, hating the idea of him pushing himself to do something he doesn’t want.
His eyes fucking burn as he tugs on my briefs and exposes my hard cock to his greedy gaze.
Cool air bathes my heated skin and I groan.
But it has nothing on the guttural sound that rips out of me when Ollie grips me in his hand and gives me a couple of good, tight pumps while he nuzzles the base of my dick and buries his nose in my trimmed pubes.
“I want this, Ethan.” Fuck, his voice sounds wrecked.
Our gazes lock again and I can’t fucking breathe when his pink tongue comes out to lick my wet tip, sending a bolt of electricity through me.
“You’ve always made sure I had a choice with you, made me feel in control.
Even during my heat, you never took that away from me.
” He sucks the head into his hot mouth and my eyes almost roll back in ecstasy.
And the way he looks like this—confident, sure but also sweet and blushing—makes me feral for him.
My fingers tighten in his hair and a soft moan escapes him, the vibration travelling through me.
“I want to feel you, Ethan. I want to feel you everywhere.”
The beast inside me roars in pure satisfaction at his words, the need to claim my mate, to take him until there’s nothing but us the only thought that matters.
“Then open up for me, sweetheart. Open up that pretty mouth for me and let me watch those red, puffy lips stretch around my cock.”
And fuck, does he do that.
Ollie falls on my dick with an eagerness that has me gritting my teeth to keep myself from exploding right here and now.
He sucks me down like I’m his favorite meal, like I’m the only meal he’ll ever want, and the way he’s working me in, swallowing me down steadily, inch after torturous inch until I’m hitting the back of his throat and he’s choking on me threatens to make me lose every grip on control that I have.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect like this,” I grind out, sucking in a sharp breath when he hums on me and I feel it through every nerve on my body.
He looks up at me with tears in his eyes, with flushed cheeks and blown pupils, and my hips stutter up on instinct feeding him more of me.
And he takes it. He takes all of it until his eyes grow hazy from bliss and he’s just so fucking gone. I can see the way he’s thrusting against the mattress and the sight is hot as fuck.
Shit, if he keeps going like this, he’s gonna make me fucking come in seconds and I can’t have that.
Pulling gently on his hair, I start to pull him off me, but he fucking dives on me again, moaning around me, eager and shameless. I grip his curls tighter and he whimpers when I slip out of him.
“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you, baby? Look at you rubbing yourself all over my sheets. I bet you’re making a mess down there just thinking of me feeding my cum down your throat, but I can’t have my sweet baby aching now, can I?”
God, he already looks so thoroughly used with his glassy eyes and parted lips.
And then my perfect, innocent minx smiles in my hold, rubbing against my hand that’s still threaded in his hair.
“Straddle me, Ollie.” My voice is unrecognizable. Deep but soft. Just for him.
He does what I tell him and I release his hair, raising them above my head, enjoying the show.
He climbs over me like a cat until he’s seated right where I want him, his heat radiating all over my groin.
“Pull up your T-shirt and hold it up. Show me how you play with your loose, slick hole.”
He grabs the end of the long shirt he’s wearing and pulls it up until he’s showing me everything—his trembling thighs on either side of my hips, his beautiful cock bobbing with every breath he takes, his soft belly and rosy nipples.
And his perfect, delicate fingers sliding up all the way to the hilt in his dripping hole.
“E-Ethan – ah – it feels—” his eyes slide shut and his head lolls back for a moment as he rides his own fingers, impaling himself over and over on them.
“How does it feel, baby?”
“It feels amazing,” he whispers harshly, his throat still raspy from the fucking he gave me. “I’m so wet. So wet for you.”
“Show me,” I growl, my hands coming down to grip the sheets so I don’t fucking maul him. “Give me a taste of you, Ollie.”
His eyes crack open, his hips still sinking down on himself, but he stops, a shiver running through him when he pulls out his fingers and shows them to me.
Glistening and slick.
My mouth waters at the sight, remembering how fucking sweet he tastes.
“Feed them to me.” And Jesus, he brings them to my lips, smearing them with him before I suck them into my mouth, groaning in pure rapture, licking them clean like he’s fucking dessert.
“Please, Ethan,” he whispers, unable to stop himself from rubbing on me, his slick leaking on my throbbing length. “I am so empty. Need – need you so much.”
My control snaps.
Grasping his waist, I shift us, putting him on his back. He gasps when I tear the shirt he’s wearing off him until he’s completely bare in front of me, shucking off my own briefs in the process.
And there he is, all pink and breathing hard, legs spread open, eyes half-lidded and burning with need, and a soft smile that robs me of all reason.
I fall between his thighs and this time it’s him welcoming me in his arms. He peers straight into my soul, his lids only fluttering when I notch the head of my cock to his entrance and push inside in a long, slow thrust that feels like coming home.
It’s only when I’m sheathed inside his body that everything inside me settles. It’s only then that I finally realize that he’s okay and safe, that his heart is beating against mine, that he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. With me.
“You feel like home, Ollie. You know that?” I confess in a low, gravelly voice, unable to keep the words to myself. My hips retreat and plunge deep and hard, fucking the breath out of him, feeling the way his heat sucks me in again and again. “I’m never fucking letting you go.”
Ollie cups my face, taking my thrusts, taking everything I give him, never looking away.
“You feel like home to me, too, Ethan. And I was so scared I wouldn’t get to tell you.
” He leans up, brushing a kiss on my lips while he hikes his thighs higher on my waist and meets my thrusts with rolls of his own.
He’s breathless when he speaks again. “You make everything better,” he mutters and then pulls back so I can see the fucking devilish smirk he gives me. “And I love what you do to me.”
A growl rumbles in my chest, fire burning its way through my veins.
“That’s good, sweetheart ‘cause this is it for you. You belong to me just like you own my fucking soul. Every inch of you,” I angle my thrusts to nail his sweet gland and he screams for me, “is mine. And when you’re ready, I’ll put my mark on you and you’ll put yours on me, mate.
Because that’s exactly what you are to me.
” I suck on his bottom lip, kissing his sweet whimper away, before I drown in his lovely, wide green eyes. “My mate. My love. Mine.”
Oh God, he tightens so hard around me, his inner muscles beginning to pulse, and I know he’s so close I can taste it.
“Yes, say it again. Say it again, Ethan,” he demands desperately, riding my thrusts, getting me impossibly deep, his slick trickling down my balls.
“My mate. My beautiful, sweet, sexy as fuck, mate,” I grunt, fisting his hair, watching him ride out his pleasure, the climax barreling down on him.
“God, yes, yes, yes,” he chants, coming hard around me, pulsing hard, soaking my dick with his slippery heat and his stomach with his hot cum, while I do nothing but stare at the stunning view. “Yours, yours, only yours.”
“Fuck,” I shudder, his rhythmic pulsing around my shaft pulling the orgasm out of me. “You were made for me, Ollie. You were fucking made for me,” I groan as I pour everything I have inside him, letting wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure wash over me.
My knot expands and fills him up, sealing his tender hole, pulling one last moan out of him and me, before the tension slowly drains out of us and we’re left just breathing hard against each other’s lips.
Sweat mars his curls and his mouth pulls into a sated smile that speaks of happiness. Of a happiness I want to give him forever.
He suddenly starts chuckling, the movement making his rim tighten around my knot and making me groan.
“Why are you laughing, baby?” I rasp out, smiling back even through the delicious torture.
Ollie’s eyes are sparkling.
“Happy Christmas Eve.”
I bark out a laughter and shift us on our sides, feeling him melt into me. Brushing a kiss against his temple, I nuzzle his intoxicating scent.
“It sure as fuck is, baby.”