Chapter Twenty-Five
Twenty-Five
Miles
I gasped as I fell against the mattress, making a sound of approval as Duckie climbed on top of me.
I'd told Mateo to make himself scarce today, and after much negotiation—I'd promised to do his laundry for the next two weeks—he'd agreed.
While Rhiannon had put the silencing ward on my room a few days ago, I still wanted it to be just us today.
I pulled myself up as Duckie dragged my t-shirt over my head, my belly heating up as I watched him remove his own shirt, revealing his bare skin. Reaching up, I ran my palm over his warm, smooth chest, digging my fingers into the firm muscles as I trailed my hand lower.
"Not so fast," Duckie murmured, grabbing my hand before I could slide it under his waistband. Pinning my wrist above my head, he pulled me into a kiss, his lips dancing against mine as he pressed his chest to mine, leaving no space between our bodies.
Moaning into the kiss, I raised my hips, rubbing my hard cock against his abdomen through far too many layers of clothing.
"So impatient," he murmured against my lips, and I shivered. Where the hell did he get all that confidence from, and why was it so damned sexy?
Suddenly, Duckie sat upright, and I made a sound of relief when he reached for my pants, raising my hips and helping him as he pulled them off along with my underwear, leaving me completely bare.
Duckie sat back on my thighs, taking his time as his gaze roamed over my body. My cock jerked under the intensity of his gaze, and I could almost feel his hands on me, running over my skin and leaving behind a trail of heat so intense it left me feeling branded.
"I want to make love to you," he murmured, voice full of sincerity as his dark eyes searched mine. "Do you want that?"
"So fucking much," I agreed, and a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "Do you know what to…" I trailed off as he smirked, and swallowed hard.
"Don't worry, Miles. I got this. I promise."
I watched as he climbed off the bed and quickly removed his pants and underwear, then grabbed the lube from the nightstand before joining me.
Grabbing my legs, he pushed them up, and I grabbed the backs of my legs, holding myself open for him as Duckie's gaze latched onto my hole.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed in surprise, almost losing my grip on my legs as Duckie leaned down and ran his tongue over my hole. "Duckie..."
He licked me again, and a moan ripped out of me, my whole body shaking with how good it felt.
Duckie glanced up, his eyes darker than ever. "Okay?"
"Don't stop," I begged, and he smiled in satisfaction before leaning down again.
The tip of his tongue pushed against my hole, and I groaned as he slid inside. I'd never done this before, never had someone's tongue inside me, and I couldn't believe how good it felt. Even a dick hadn't felt as good as Duckie's tongue did.
Duckie spent the next few minutes driving me insane with his tongue, and by the time he replaced his tongue with his lubed fingers, I was ready to take him without prep.
I told him as much, but he gave me a look and continued prepping me, first with one finger, then two, and then three glorious fingers that had my cock leaking far too freely.
"Fuck, Duckie. I won't last," I mumbled, and he eyed me thoughtfully before leaning down and taking my cock into his mouth. "Fuck!"
He ran his tongue over my head as his lips squeezed around me, his fingers moving at a steady rhythm inside me, and that was all it took to make me spill into his mouth, my whole body shaking with the force of my climax.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mumbled rapidly as Duckie swallowed my cum, sucking at my cock until he'd drained the very last drop. Then, he sat upright, licking his lips like he'd had the best meal of his life.
The sight had my cock twitching, and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to be ready again.
Leaning down, Duckie brushed his lips against mine, and I deepened the kiss, humming as I tasted myself on his lips, on his tongue.
The scent of sex was thick in the air, and I breathed it in as I ran my palms up and down Duckie's back, holding him to me as his fingers slowly moved inside me, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
"I want you inside me," I murmured against his lips, and he pulled back to meet my eyes.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded, and he smiled, then brushed a soft kiss against my lips as he removed his fingers from my hole. Sitting up, he positioned himself and slowly sank inside me, filling me up with his long, thick cock.
"Fuck."
"Okay?"
"So good," I gasped out, and Duckie hummed as he started moving in slow, deep thrusts that filled me with that too-full feeling every time. My cock was already at half-mast, and I wrapped my hand around it, giving myself a few quick tugs until I was hard as a rock again.
Duckie pressed in deep again, hitting my prostate dead-on, and I moaned, clutching onto him for dear life as the pleasure threatened to sweep me under.
"I love you, I love you," I murmured, and Duckie smiled brightly as he leaned down to kiss me, as if wanting to taste the words on my lips.
"I love you too, Miles." He punctuated the words with a slow, deep roll of his hips that had me seeing stars, and I moaned as I threw my head back, my hips rising up to meet his thrust for thrust.
"I want to do this again with you," Duckie murmured against my ear, and an almost whimper-like sound escaped my lips. "We are joined together right now, and yet I can't wait to do this again with you. How crazy is that?"
"I feel the same," I said, though it was a struggle to get the words out when my mind felt so hazy with pleasure. How the fuck did Duckie manage to sound so coherent?
Duckie
I was so close, and it was all I could do to distract myself with words, though Miles's reaction to them was having the opposite effect on me.
Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around his cock, needing him to come so I could follow after him. I jerked him off hard and fast while maintaining the slow rhythm of my cock in his ass, and the sounds that spilled past Miles's lips pushed me closer and closer to my climax.
I ran my lips over his jaw, then down his neck, licking and biting at the soft skin, doing everything I could to hold back the climax threatening to pull me under.
"Duckie... bite me," Miles begged, and I licked his neck again, the perfect spot to leave my mark on him.
From what I'd learned from the shifters of the Mistvale pack, not all shifters gave their mates a bite mark—I certainly wouldn't give Mateo one, because he wouldn't want it—if Miles was open to it, I wanted my mark on him.
I wanted people to know he was taken, that he was mine.
Licking the skin again, I pressed my teeth against his skin, then bit down.
Miles shouted my name as his cock spilled into my hand, and it was all I needed.
As the metallic taste of his blood coated my tongue, I came, filling him with my release as his teeth sank into the base of my neck, marking me as I'd marked him.
Heat filled me as the pleasure rushed through my body, and something tugged at my chest. Our bond.
It was finally complete, and utterly unbreakable.
The waves of pleasure swallowed me whole until I had no strength left in my body, and I slumped over Miles. His arms tightened around me, holding me to him as he licked at my neck, reminding me to do the same to him until the wound on his neck healed up, leaving behind an impression of my teeth.
"You can do that to me anytime you want," Miles murmured after a long moment of quiet, and I huffed out a laugh as I leaned up on my elbows so I could look at his face.
"Yeah?"
He nodded quickly, his brown eyes full of love and warmth as they gazed into mine. "Yeah. No one has ever made me feel the way you do."
Smiling, I caressed his cheek, and he leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering shut.
"And how do I make you feel?"
He opened his eyes again, turning his face to press a kiss on my palm before he met my gaze once more. "You make me feel… safe, and loved. You make me feel like I can let go, like I can depend on you."
Leaning down, I brushed my lips over his in a soft caress. "You make me feel loved too. And you make me feel strong. When I'm with you and Mat, I feel like I can do anything."
Miles pulled me in, and I covered his body with mine. He held me like he never planned to let go, and I was completely okay with that.
Our bodies weren't, though, and after a while, we had to leave our comfy bed so we could clean up.
Somehow, we managed to keep touching each other even as we showered, sharing soft kisses, helping wash each other, and doing anything we could to stay in contact.
I didn't know if it was because of our newly settled bond, or if it was the aftereffects of the sex, but I reveled in the feeling, loving the way we were drawn to each other again and again.
When we returned to the bedroom, Miles removed the messy sheets to deal with later, and we climbed into bed naked, pulling the comforter over ourselves as we snuggled closer.
I pulled Miles into my chest, his back to my front, wrapping an arm over his stomach as I held him close. Placing my palm on his chest, I closed my eyes. His heart beat steadily against my hand, the sound like a beautiful lullaby pulling me toward sleep.
"Would it be bad if we locked ourselves in here for the next few days?" Miles asked, his palm running up and down my thigh.
"Well, we'll have to stash some food here first."
Miles hummed, then glanced back at me. "I don't think Mateo would let us get away with it."
I snorted because Miles was right. Mateo would never let us hide away in here for a few days.
And honestly, I didn't think we would enjoy doing that, at least not after the first day.
There was a reason the three of us were mates.
We worked as a unit, and I didn't think any of us could function without our third.
"Maybe we can go away for a weekend sometimes? The two of us?" I suggested, and Miles brightened.
"That could be fun. Is there any place in particular you'd like to see?"
I shrugged, thinking back on all the places I'd learned about since coming here. "I can't think of anything in particular, but I would like to see more of this world. I spent so long living a half-life. I want to experience the real thing now. Visit new places, eat new things, all of it."
"Then that's what we'll do."
"Maybe we can all go for some trips, and make it the two of us for others?" I suggested, because the thought of traveling all over the world while Mateo stayed here didn't sit well with me.
"That sounds much better. We'll talk to Mateo about it later. We might have to work around his schedule if he decides to take over the haunted house," Miles reminded, and I hummed.
"Anyway—" I started as a yawn broke loose, making Miles chuckle.
"We should get some sleep."
"That's what I was going to say," I said with a laugh, squeezing him to me. "Goodnight, Miles. I love you."
"Love you, too, Duckie. Sweet dreams," he replied, and I sighed as I let my eyes fall shut.