Chapter 8 #4
I turned my head to the side, giving him all the room he needed to work and finally, one of his tiger’s teeth elongated from his mouth and broke the taut skin over my gland.
The relief was instant and sharp. Tiny little streams and rivulets ran out of the gland.
So much clear magical fluid that held just enough of my memories to make Bennie not feel crazy for loving me.
I couldn’t see what the magic showed him, but my life hadn’t been complicated or traumatic.
Maybe it was even a bit boring, but if it was, Bennie didn’t complain.
He lapped all my memories up, drinking them down until my claiming gland ran dry.
Then I bit him. I was too excited to lick and kiss his gland as I had planned to.
One second my wolf’s tail was wagging inside his inner sanctum and the next his tooth was elongating my own to break the skin.
The clear magical fluid was warm and tasted almost like toasted marshmallows as I lapped it up.
His early memories were fuzzy. Explosions and dead bodies falling around him.
His brother was there everywhere. Star was here and there too.
A few other familiar faces who fought in the War of the Wildlands.
Then Slyvin. A giant tiger shifter who led armies and committed himself to the path of Frost Moonscale.
A whole town grew up around him, buildings reclaimed and bad guys taken out.
It was like watching a planet come back to life, resurrected and new.
Also, he napped everywhere! In laundry baskets and on top of fridges and in the dryer.
The last one always made his brother fear he was going to go for a tumble.
Then Raziel was everywhere too – his best friend.
Then the temple. It was as if his brain had organized his memories by age and then by place and person.
If my own mind was that organized I’d never forget an appointment or someone’s birthday again.
Then a woman’s scream cut through everything.
It shook me to my core. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if it was sex or fear that trembled on her vocal cords.
Then there was a bear – a big bear. Fucking Chad!
His name flooded into my mind as the scene scrambled and a moment later the bear was lying on the ground.
It was almost like an afterthought in his well-organized mind.
Like it was something that didn’t quite work into his neat system of never forgetting important dates.
“I rarely do,” Bennie whispered into my thoughts. It was faint, but there. I lapped the last of the clear magical fluid up quicker.
“Show off,” I teased him now that I knew for sure he could hear me.
“Slyvin had me do meditations and memory exercises for fun as a kitten. I think he feared I’d grow up with CPTSD or another trauma response.
I might’ve. It’s a slippery slope between being able to acknowledge how unfair and fucked up my early life was and not holding a grudge.
Not everyone was as lucky as I am. Lots of people ended up with complicated lives and anxieties and stuff.
I was privileged not only to have them to raise me but that they had the time, energy, and resources to help me. ”
Lots of people talked about mental health on Hemlock Mountain but usually alphas were still more reserved.
As much as I hated how hard Bennie’s early years had been, I was glad he was able to talk about it and express it.
If something ever did come up, I didn’t want him to feel like he had to deal with it on his own.
“Safe puppies. Our puppies will be safe. Us. Bennie. Great Grandpa Clyde and now Grandpa Slyvin for the babies. Safe babies. Safe to make babies. Make all the babies. Literally. Tell him to put all the babies in us!” my wolf howled.
Half of me expected his tiger to run for the hills but Bennie only chuckled and kissed me again.
I wrapped my legs around him and then our bodies were lost to each other all over again.
I gave in to all the sensations washing over me.
They weren’t all mine now. His emotions and pleasure rained down over me, twisting inside me until I couldn’t tell what was my own nerve endings reacting and which were phantom touches.
It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered now was that Bennie and I were together.
I’d gotten him back from the cesspool of life and souls and he was here for me to wrap myself around while I writhed on his dick.
And writhe I did. The heavier my balls grew the more frantic my movements became.
My nails dug into his back and I bucked like I might die if I didn’t cum soon. And that was exactly how it felt.
Bennie pounded into me, his gaze never leaving my face as his dick moved in and out of me.
He sank deep over and over until I couldn’t stop the whimpering yips from coming out of my mouth.
Then they morphed into howls that I knew the whole estate probably heard but I couldn’t fucking stop.
I couldn’t stop feeling all the things. Couldn’t stop making noise because all the pleasure and sensations had to go somewhere and there wasn’t enough room in my body for all the pleasure he pushed into me again and again with his dick.
So, I howled and howled as my balls drew up close to my body and his dick twitched inside me.
Reaching between our bodies, Bennie took my dick in his big, warm hand and squeezed.
My howls morphed into a growl and that was it.
That firm, gripping squeeze and his thrusting into me hard and deep, hitting all the right spots, sent me over the edge making a mess of his hand and our torsos.
The world lit up white with stars until I forced myself to breathe even as Bennie kept pumping into me, seeking out his twitching dick’s pleasure.
He thrust once, twice, three times more and hissed as his full muscular body shuddered above me.
I held onto him as long squirts of his warm, sticky seed covered my insides.
We didn’t fall still into a tangle of limbs until there wasn’t a drop of pleasure left to be milked from either of us.
“Fuck,” I sighed, panting.
“Yeah,” Bennie grinned, his tiger’s whiskers gone for now. “Yeah.”
Our mutual post-coital bliss was almost enough to break our brains with our new mating link wide open. Eventually, we dozed off, our minds needing time to process not only the pleasure that might’ve halved our brain cells, but also the new magical bonds that we had opened between us.