Chapter Nine
Ronny
I’d never been happier to be anywhere than I was, stepping out of the car in the staff parking lot at Animals after my trip.
I’d left my ride in long-term parking at the airport, for convenience and privacy.
The production company had my address, but the data did not include the fact that I lived behind a shifter nightclub.
In fact, my status as a shifter had never come up.
There were a number of other shifters in the company, but if anyone in charge was aware, they didn’t mention it in my hearing.
It took too long to get from Sky Harbor to the club, the trip extended by one of Arizona’s famous highway closures for road work, but finally I made it.
I took a deep breath of desert air, all the cacti and brush and dusty ground that told me I was home.
But on the second inhale, something else filtered into my brain.
A faint musk that had my wolf sitting up and taking notice.
Leaving my bag in the car, I followed the fragrance around behind the club building to the residential entrance and down the hallway, stopping right outside my room.
No. It would be too too perfect if he… I opened the door and looked around.
“I’m home.” Because what else could a person say.
“In the kitchen,” called that sexy voice I’d been listening to for months.
A wall with a narrow pass-through separated the kitchenette from the living area, and I approached the doorway with my heart in my throat. We’d been talking at least once a day, and video chat made it more intimate, but it wasn’t the same as meeting in person. And the scent had me dizzy.
None of our conversations were sexual or even romantic in nature. We were friends, and I did find him attractive, but for a shifter, scent was everything. The human set down the spoon he was holding and turned to face me. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
We stood a few feet apart for a moment before I couldn’t hold back any longer and closed the distance, taking him in my arms. He looked up, lips slightly parted, and I accepted the invitation and kissed him.
His scent grew stronger, his lips opening, and my tongue taking possession of his mouth.
Warm, sweet, sensual, and comforting all at the same time.
“How have I gotten along without you until now?” I asked when we paused for a quick breath.
“I don’t know. Are you hungry?”
“Not for food.” I kissed him again, cupping his jaw. “Are you?”
“I made all this food, but to tell you the truth, it will keep. I’d rather have something else first.”
“What?”
He grinned, bracing his hands on my chest. “You.”
I groaned. “Your room or mine?”
“Bosco is sleeping on your bed,” he whispered against my lips. “Did you want to see him?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “But waking him up would be rude. Let’s go to your room.”
Hands linked, we pelted across the living room and into the second bedroom.
I’d never used it for anything, but some of the units came furnished, and mine was one of them.
The guest room held a queen-sized bed, dresser, and a small desk and chair.
The bed held my attention and I backed Brach toward it, helping him out of his clothes as he helped me out of mine.
He was less hairy than me, with just a light brown dusting on chest and arms and legs, his cock jutting out of a soft nest between his legs.
“Ronny, you’re so hot,” he moaned, peppering kisses over my chest. “I knew you were good-looking from the video chats, but I never, I mean, wow.”
“I could say the same.” Sitting on the bed, I brought him down beside me. “Maybe video chats need bigger screens.”
“We don’t have any screen now.” He slipped onto his knees and between mine. “Just the real, live thing.”
Any reply I might have made was stolen when he closed his lips around my cockhead and tickled the tip with his tongue. I palmed the back of his head and guided him as he sucked and licked and drove me so close to the edge, I had to pull him off. “Not so fast. I need more.”
“I can go faster.”
I groaned. “That’s not what I mean.” Standing, I pulled him to the edge and pushed his knees to his chest. “Wrap your arms around them, while I show you what I have planned.”
“Yes,” he hissed, doing as instructed. “Please.”
“Are you ready for me, omega?” Closing one fist around his cock, I stroked it in a slow rhythm his breathing soon matched. “Are you slick?”
“I don’t…I never get slick.”
“Really?”
“No, you’ll need lube. I’m not a very good…oh goddess.”
“Let’s just try.” I tickled the ring of muscles around his hole. A gush of slick coated my fingers. “Omega, I think you sell yourself short.”
“What’s going on?” He stared at the shiny fingers I held up between us. “I can’t do that. It’s my fatal flaw.”
“Doesn’t seem like it, but I can only speak from personal experience.
” Continuing to squeeze and stroke his cock, I worked two fingers inside him, scissoring them and whispering the naughtiest things I could think of while his pulse fluttered in his throat.
I’d never been with a human before, and it had never occurred to me that they might be different, might not have slick, but my omega did. And nobody else mattered. “Ready?”
“More than.” He jerked his hips toward me, and I positioned my cock at his hole. Tight, but the generous slick made it possible for me to drive straight into him. “So good.”
“Better than that.” With regret, I released his cock, but he shifted his arm to hold both knees and put his free hand to work where I’d let off. “Very good, omega.”
So tight, so slick, his muscled flexed around me and stole my ability to speak. All I could do was ride my omega, reminding myself over and over not to mark him because we hadn’t had the talk, and he probably had no idea how it worked or even if he wanted that with me.
Over and over, I drove into him and retreated, my heart pounding in my ears, the omega’s pants and moans pushing me onward.
Finally, I summoned the strength to warn, “I’m going to come,” just before he let out a sharp cry and splashed my belly with his own cum.
I let loose, pouring into him then knotting.
Something I hadn’t done often either. But symbolic of the bond forming between us.
If only he felt the same. Would he? Did he? I rolled to the side, bringing him with me and cuddling him close, never wanting this moment to end. Of course, my knot eventually shrank, and we could move apart. But we didn’t, not until he shot up saying, “The food. I cooked for you.”
“That was so nice.” I kissed him. “What did you make?”
“Baked spaghetti and salad. I bought a chocolate cake for dessert.” His stomach rumbled then, and my lazy desire to lie here forever shifted into a call from my wolf to feed our omega. He may have cooked it, but it was my job to make sure he was never hungry.
“That’s my favorite meal.” I sat and reached for my boxer briefs. “Why don’t I go get it and bring it here so we can eat in bed?”
“That sounds amazing. I’m so hungry but standing up sounds hard.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I filled plates and brought them into the bedroom where we ate our fill before making love again. If I’d known it would be like this, that I’d found my mate, I’d never have been able to stay away so long.
There were other postproduction trips to be made, but they would be short in comparison. They’d just feel very, very long.