22. Kato #4
I nearly go boneless with relief. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” I didn’t kill him. I didn’t fucking kill him. Kato, you didn’t kill your mates by killing him.
“And I was thinking…you know, it’s a shame that I wasn’t really present for our first time together.”
The implication in his words is enough. Well, the cherry on top, really. Already I can sense the first tender shoots of his arousal, the firmness of his growing erection against my belly, and my body responds instantly. I swallow. “Funny,” I say. “I was thinking the same thing.”
I feel him smile into my neck. “It’s almost like we need a do-over.”
“Nate’s still asleep.”
“I can be quiet.”
“Can you? Because you weren’t the first time.”
Cas raises his head to mine, indignant. “I was in heat the first time. You’re not allowed to hold that against me.”
“I just got done having a fit about you guys doing it without me.” Saying this while rubbing my dick against his thigh is considerably less convincing, though, and I can already smell his slick in the air.
Everything in me tells me to get it in quick and god, I want it bad. Want him bad. We’ve been separated far too long and he’s mine. Been too long since I’ve had either of my mates.
Cas’s leg slides over mine, opening him up to me, and I can feel the heat between those slick-moistened thighs of his. I bet I could slide myself inside him with no resistance at all. I inhale sharply and tell myself very sternly not to pop my knot prematurely. Fucking hell.
He reaches between us, grasping my cock in one hand, and oh yeah, any resolve I had left is quickly unraveling. Especially once his thumb starts circling the slit, swiping away the precum beading there.
“I want him to join,” I breathe. It’s the only thing I can say in the moment. I think I’m going to explode. “I want Nate to join in.”
Now Cas is guiding the tip of my cock between his legs, pressing it right up against his slick hole. “I think he’d love it if we woke him up like this. In fact, I know he would.”
It’s sure as shit a compelling argument and, well, I guess I’ve already figured out Nate likes to watch.
There’s still some lingering guilt but it’s evaporating quickly, a soft moan escaping my throat as my hips move helplessly against the beta-cum-omega who is manipulating me so deftly.
I cast a look over my shoulder at Nate—who is still fast asleep, head turned away—and then Cas slips the tip of me into him and it’s game over for me.
I kiss him, the little ghost in my arms, a soft kiss that turns swiftly heated as I sheathe myself all the way inside him.
I was wrong—there is resistance, even though he’s soaking wet.
He’s so very tight, whimpering softly against my mouth as I fit myself as far as I can go.
He clutches at me as I move atop him, his legs winding tightly around my waist, chest stuttering against mine.
I draw back, nipping his bottom lip. “Okay?” I whisper.
“Still getting used to it,” he whispers back with a faint smile. “You feel so big.”
I growl low in my throat at that. Can’t help it. Someone calls me big, the wolf in me is pleased. Shifters are simple creatures—at least this one is.
I bury my face in his neck and rasp my tongue over the mark I left there, tracing it, and then I start to move.
Slow, almost agonizingly slow, but Cas seems to like it.
He tosses his head back with a moan as I pin his wrists above his head, stretching him out so I can get a good look at his long, lithe body, white skin pinkened with arousal, his chest capped with the perfect pink nipples.
“Beautiful,” I say. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Little Ghost. So perfect.”
He sucks his lower lip between his teeth. “Harder.”
I don’t know how long I’ll last if I go harder. Especially if Nate wakes up and starts watching. The thought almost makes me feel faint.
I sit up. I get a real good view of Cas beneath me, panting and shivering in anticipation, his perfect little cock leaking eagerly across his stomach.
I run my hands over his hipbones, his chest, toying with his nipples, and back down to his cock.
I watch it twitch as I brush it with my thumb. “You sure?” I ask him. “It’ll hurt.”
He nods almost frantically. “Please, Alpha. I want it to hurt.”
Alpha is overkill. Alpha is almost enough to make me knot here and now. I growl again. “Whatever you want.”
I fuck him.
I fuck him.
No other word for it, really. I grab his hips tight and pound him like I’m trying to drill a hole right through.
I thrust into him so hard that I feel it—the edge of his womb—and there’s a split second of terror where I think I’m going to penetrate it, but no, he’s not in heat, that won’t happen, but also, I’m getting that rutty kind of feeling where I don’t care.
Which should be enough to pull me back but I can’t, not with the way he’s mewling. He wants it, I’m giving it to him. I’m his alpha. This is what I’m supposed to do.
No. I can’t fucking do this again. I can’t fuck up again. I manage to pull myself back, away from the point of no return, even as I feel my knot begin to swell.
And then Nate’s voice cuts through the haze. “Need a third?”