21. Leveled Up
21
LEVELED UP
JADE
“ H e’s not wrong,” Arran says, gazing down at me as he walks toward the tiny cabin. “I could feel your emotions reeling through our bond. Bastard just beat me to helping you settle. My only consolation is that I get to snuggle you while he’s busy.”
Arran sets me down on the edge of our bed and strips off his clothes before he lifts off my shirt. Before long, we are both naked, and I’m studying the remaining pink scars of Calder’s fire. My finger tentatively skims along his shoulder when he leans over to place a sweet, chaste kiss on my lips.
“I’ll be completely healed by tomorrow. No need to fret.” He tucks a loose strand of my silver hair behind my ear.
“But Calder won’t be okay. I messed up.” I sigh and rub my face. “I did what so many FMCs do—something impulsive and screw it all up.”
Arran doesn’t let me brood. He has me by my thick thighs and lifts me up in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. My pussy lands squarely over the length of his hardening cock.
My werewolf drags his luscious lips down my neck until he licks at his mating mark at the juncture with my shoulder. I moan, his attention to it sending a wave of lava straight down between my legs.
His cock grinds into me, his length slipping through my silky wetness. “Then what happens in your books?”
I loll my head back and surrender to my alpha. I grin up at the ceiling, realizing what he’s done. “They somehow work it all out.”
“Exactly. It’s just like life. Shit happens, and we work it out.” Arran moves forward and places me in the center of the bed. He gives me a brain melting kiss, stroking his tongue over mine and then pulls back. His eyes travel down my body, admiring all I have to offer.
Under his gaze, I feel like a goddess. Like all my feminine curves and softness are a blessing to celebrate.
Another pang of guilt for Calder hits me. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”
“I’d argue that we should. Even Calder would say that life goes on and we have to hold on to the precious moments because we don’t know when it all will be taken away from us. There’s nothing we can do until he wakes up.”
I suppose he’s right. Calder is safe and recovering. Our lives are dangerous. This might be the last time I have Arran in my arms.
His glowing golden eyes slide down my body to my exposed pussy. My thighs are spread wide around his hips, and he growls low and hungry. “I’m going to eat you, diving my long monster tongue into your cunt. Then I’m going to fuck you until you come around my knot. Understand?”
I nod and bite my lip. His berserker is right under the surface. But even in the likely event Serky ends up being the one knotting me, I know Arran is right there too.
Arran dips his head down and licks over my nipple, and it hardens under his attention. With his other hand, he pinches and rolls my other nipple to a peak.
He licks and sucks, moving lower and lower down my stomach as he nips at my flesh. “So fucking perfect.”
My hips rise and tilt to meet his tongue as he lazily brushes it over my clit.
Arran lifts and holds my thighs apart and hums as he gazes at my wet and needy sex. “It’s eager for my knot, isn’t it? So wet for us. You must have some shifter blood to make you slick like this.”
“Please. I need you… your knot, too.”
Light flashes in his golden eyes. He dives for my center and feasts like a man possessed. Which I suppose he is. Two fingers slip inside my clenching channel, and he pumps slowly. With a hard suck on my clit, I come undone and scream out his name.
He crawls up my body, and I feel the heavy weight of his cock rest against my throbbing pussy.
I wonder if this is when the man disappears, and I’m face to face with his werewolf. I now know Serky wouldn’t really hurt me, but he’s a monster and I expect a few scrapes. Yet, Arran craves to have full control of his body when we are in the throes of passion.
“I love you, my moon mate,” he whispers over my lips and then ravages me with a kiss before I can return the sentiment.
I taste the tang of my release on his tongue and tilt my hips to meet his.
Without breaking eye contact, he pulls back and braces himself on his elbows. Then he sinks in slowly, enjoying the entire journey, inch by inch. “Fuck. I don’t think there’s a better feeling in the world than being inside you and gazing into your eyes.”
He pushes all the way to his bulging knot. I lift my hand and brush away his mess of wavy brown hair, more out of the need to touch him, to make sure he’s real. I don’t want to wake up and find this whole thing with my guys was all just a fever dream.
Arran hums and closes his eyes in bliss for a moment, sliding in and out of me.
Then his eyes open, and they are bright with magic. He smiles, displaying Serky’s sharp canines. His skin ripples, and I discover fur has erupted at his shoulders and chest. Arran is part Serky, and it’s like they are sharing this experience.
He begins to pound into me, grinding his knot against my clit with every thrust.
I’m riding closer and closer to a climax.
“Come for us, mate,” Arran purrs in a deep, monstrous voice.
It’s all I need to fall off the precipice. I cry out and spasm around his cock. He uses the moment to force his flared base into my cunt and lock inside me.
I come again on the tail of the first. “Love. You!” I shout. My toes curl, and I grind against his deliciously muscular body.
“Mine!” he growls, dragging his teeth over his mate mark, ratcheting me higher.
Overcome, wild with my need for him, I shout, “Mine!”
I bite at his shoulder, getting a mouthful of fur.
But surprisingly, my teeth sink into his flesh. I taste the metallic flavor of blood, but also magic. Something snaps into place.
He jerks like… well, like someone bit him.
“Mate!” He pumps into me frantically, as much as he can, while still locked inside me.
Then I realize what’s happened. As deep as Flint’s bond, I’ve completed the mate bond like a proper shifter. Is this possible because the containment spell is truly broken now?
I don’t care how as long as I can give this to my wolf-mate.
I’m winning this mate thing! At least with Arran.
After an hour of Arran luxuriating as he lazily pumps his knot into me with a fucking grin as big as I’ve ever seen, he finally slips free and pouts. “I wanted to stay inside you forever.”
“I know, baby, but I gotta pee.” I move to roll out of bed, but he snatches me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom, setting my naked ass down on the toilet.
“Out.” I wave him away.
“No.” He crosses his arms. “If I can lick that spot, then I can watch you while you pee.”
I huff. “Okay then, and you wanted me to watch you while you were taking a dump in my yard as a dog?”
His ears turn pink from embarrassment. “No, but…”
I can’t hold it any longer, and I piss anyway.
He smiles smugly, like he’s won the argument. “See? No big deal.”
Rolling my eyes, I wipe and flush. As I lean over the sink, I see Arran gingerly touching the mark on his shoulder.
“You did it. We’re fully bonded,” he says in awe. He glances down at my ass, his hands land on my hips. “I need to be back inside you. Now.” His cock comes to life and rests over my ass crack.
“My poor pussy is sore. Give a vajayjay a minute after all that knotting business.”
“I can make your ass sore.”
I spin and playfully swat away his hand. “I’m serious about needing a break. And I’m hungry.” Right on cue, my stomach grumbles.
“Fuck, I’m sorry!” Arran’s eyes widen as he panics, scrambling out of the room and to the tiny kitchen. “I need to feed you. I’m such a bad mate!”
I hurry over and soothe him. I can see his instincts are riding him hard. “You’re doing a great job. Okay?”
He shakes his head and grabs a leftover bowl of pasta salad from the fridge. He pulls me to him by my waist with his other hand and sets me down on his lap.
“Food. Now.” He rips open the container and lifts a forkful to my lips.
I grin at this caretaker's behavior and gladly accept. I’m getting used to being taken care of.
“I can’t believe it. We’re fully mated,” he whispers, as if he doesn’t want to wake from a dream either. He licks and nuzzles my neck where he bit me.
“Maybe I have shifter blood,” I say with a glow in my heart. And I do the same for him, tending to the bite I gave him.
“Seems like the wolfboy likes licking, too.” Trouble’s voice squeaks out.
“Yes. Good mates,” Sage agrees, bouncing beside him in their corner. “They will make a hundred million pups.”
I palm my face. “Sage! I definitely won’t be making a bunch of pups. I’m not a bunny.”
“We can hope!” she says excitedly.
“Don’t you dare start with that,” I warn. “No more from you about licking or breeding.”
“But that’s all we have to entertain us,” Trouble whines.
Arran nuzzles my neck. “We could get them some toys to play with.”
“And treats!” Trouble grumbles. “You and Birdman haven’t delivered what you promised.”
“My wolf agrees we need more treats soon,” Arran says with a straight face.
I hold back a snicker. “Then we need to go on a shopping trip soon.”