Rowan
Milo was fucking pissed, and I couldn’t really blame him.
Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I was still so determined to keep him away from me.
It was like he said, we were both… wanting…
adults. I couldn’t lie to myself and say I didn’t want him.
We both knew what each other was, so it wasn’t like there were secrets there.
But the fact remained that this was temporary.
We couldn’t be mates like he wanted. We couldn’t belong to each other.
He was so full of life and curiosity. He was excited to be experiencing human things for the first time, but that would pass, and what would he be left with? Me? Boring, grumpy, uninteresting me.
I knew I’d upset him when I hadn’t let him kiss me. I’d so badly wanted to. It took all the strength I had left not to let myself get swept up by hurricane Milo. But it was better this way. Better for him if he stopped trying and decided I wasn’t worth the effort. Better for him if he moved on.
I finished cooking alone while Milo lay by the fire in seal form.
I’d hoped he would be lured back over by the smell of food when I was done, but I ate alone, and he didn’t even glance in my direction.
I put his food in the fridge and cleaned up the kitchen for far longer than necessary, unsure of what I’d do when I was finished.
The last two nights of poor or no sleep were catching up with me, and my whole body was heavy with exhaustion.
I sighed, walking over to Milo as he stared at the fire.
“I’m going to go to bed early. Will you be okay out here?”
He didn’t respond.
“Please don’t leave,” I added quietly, unsure I could cope if I came back out here in the morning to find him missing, not knowing where he was or if he’d been able to get home safely.
This time he slowly turned to look at me, giving me a slow blink I wanted to interpret as him telling me he wouldn’t.
My head was a mess as I softly closed the door to my bedroom and changed into my sleep pants.
Last night he was upset with me because I wanted to take him home, and tonight here I was asking him not to leave.
I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. I was confused and lost like a boat out at sea facing an incoming storm.
The room was too silent, the soft ticking of my alarm clock missing from my nightstand. The folded towel I was using as a pillow wasn’t soft or particularly comfortable. And although I had my quilt back, there was an empty place in this big bed where Milo had slept the night before.
He was dangerous. I was already getting too attached to him.
Despite my exhaustion, I struggled to find sleep, so when the door to my bedroom clicked open, I heard it.
Milo was very quiet as he pulled up the blanket on the other side of the bed and eased himself in beside me.
I couldn’t make out much in the darkness, but I could tell he was looking at me.
He shuffled closer, and I let him. Clawed fingertips hesitantly found my exposed side. My fingers twitched with the desire to touch him back, and as he shuffled closer still, I did.
He was so warm. I was gentle as I explored the skin over his hip, then dared to trail higher.
“Do you want me, Rowan?” Milo whispered.
I exhaled heavily. “I can’t be your mate,” I whispered back.
“That isn’t what I asked.”
I should pull back. I should stop touching him, turn around and try to get some sleep. Fuck, what I should be doing is carrying him back to my boat and taking him home. It wasn’t what I wanted, though.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His hand traveled higher, grasping the skin at my waist and pulling me closer. “Then have me.”
“But… I’m not your mate.”
“You don’t have to be.” He spoke against the skin of my neck, so close that the brush of his lips sent tingles echoing over my body. “Not for this.”
Then his lips connected properly, and I damn near groaned. He was gentle at first, experimental as he kissed me there. Then the wet heat of his tongue darted out to lick me, and I couldn’t help the low sound that mixed with the heavy exhale I let out.
He took it as encouragement, licking me again, then nipping at me lightly with his teeth.
Fuck.
My cock was already hard as steel and leaking into the cotton of my sleep pants. It kicked in excitement as Milo’s fingertips drifted over to my stomach, then lower, following the trail until those perfect, slender fingers were slipping beneath fabric to tease the pubic hair at the base of my dick.
He hummed happily, as if the feel of it pleased him in some way.
Fine, if we were doing this, then we were doing it. I wasn’t going to just lie here doing nothing.
I pulled away just long enough to tap the lamp on the nightstand onto its lowest setting. Milo frowned until he realized I wasn’t rejecting him or putting a stop to this.
His lips pulled into a devilish smile and his black eyes sparkled with excitement as I rolled over him, using my thigh to part his legs so I could slot between them. He spread them quickly, making room for me as his claws ran up my sides and onto my back.
He was so fucking pretty.
I tasted his neck first, kissing and licking over the skin just like he’d done to me. Milo threw his head back to give me complete access. He tasted salty sweet and entirely addictive.
Then I claimed his lips, giving him the kiss he’d wanted earlier tonight. He groaned into my mouth. His lips were so soft and plump. He tasted so sweet. Like something I’d never known I needed until I had it.
His tongue was quick to seek mine out, and I gave it to him. They slid against each other with rapidly increasing desire and need.
Then he bucked his hips up into me, and I groaned at the feeling. But my cock wasn’t the only hardness between us. I pulled back just enough to glance down, and my heart nearly burst out of my chest at what I saw.
Milo did have a dick. It was dark pink, very slippery, and so hard, emerging from the slit between his legs.
I pulled back to look at him properly, and Milo clearly had zero shame about his body as he spread his legs wider to let me see, a smirk on his lips as if he knew exactly how sexy he was.
Gray toes traced down my flanks to the waistband of my sleep pants. His fingers traced down his body until two of them traced over his slit beneath his dick, then pressed inside. “Wanna see if you’ll fit inside me?” he purred.
My cock leaked precum just at his words, and I groaned. I couldn’t take my eyes off where he was fingering himself. Fuck, that was so hot.
I hesitated only a moment before reaching for him, my fingers gliding over his. He was so fucking wet, we wouldn’t even need lube.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice sounding thicker than I’d ever heard it before.
“So completely sure that I’ll actually be mad if you don’t at least try, Rowan. Now get your dick out and put it in me.”
I groaned again, my fingers sliding inside his slick heat as his slipped out. My other hand yanked my pants down enough for my dick to spring free, and Milo’s feet helped me get the fabric completely out of the way.
His dick wasn’t as long or thick as mine.
It also had a completely different shape, with no clearly defined head, just a slit at the tip, then a slightly wider base before it narrowed again where it disappeared into his body.
I didn’t want to hurt him by forcing him to take in something much bigger than he was supposed to down there.
He didn’t seem to share the same concerns as his heels hooked around my ass and he yanked me closer, almost making me fall right on top of him.
“Stop staring and do it. I want to feel you.” He pouted.
“I need to prepare you first.”
He raised one eyebrow at me. “Prepare me for what? I’m ready. Just do it.”
My fingers dipped inside his tight heat again, and he moaned as I coated them in his slick. I used it to coat my throbbing length, then positioned myself at his entrance. If he was sure he didn’t need to be prepped, then I’d take his word for it.
“Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop.”
“Fine, yes. Now do it, please.”
It took a little pressure before the head pushed inside, and Milo immediately moaned. “Yes. More.”
“Fuuuck.” I panted. He was so hot and tight, it felt like my dick was melting into pure pleasure.
“Oh shit. Fuck. You’re so big!”
I stopped halfway inside him. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no! I need all of it. Please, Rowan. Please please please, ah!”
His pleading turned into a strangled moan as I pushed fully inside. For a moment, he struggled to breathe, and I kissed the side of his sweaty temple as I remained still, letting him adjust.
His channel twitched and tightened around me in steady pulses, and it took a surprising amount of willpower not to come from that sensation alone. I wouldn’t last long. It had been so long since I’d had sex, but even if it hadn’t, nothing had ever felt as good as Milo.
When he could pull in a breath again, he raked his claws down my back as he angled his hips up into me, trying to spur me into motion.
I braced a hand on either side of him, over the seal coat he was lying on top of, and I fucked him.
Milo was loud. Every thrust into his slick body made him gasp or moan in pleasure. I wasn’t quiet either, deep grunts leaving me every time my balls slapped against his ass. Slick squelching came from between us, his wetness pouring out of him and coating me and the sheets beneath him.
Fuck. So fucking hot.
“Mmm, M-Milo. Fuck. I’m gonna—mmm.”
He nodded frantically, one hand grasping the back of my neck as he yanked me down to steal my lips in a bruising kiss. “Inside,” he panted.
I couldn’t stop myself anymore. My thrusts increased rapidly, once, twice, three times, then I pushed my hips forward as deep as I could physically get inside him as I came harder than I ever had before.
He sobbed as he followed me over the edge, his pleasure gushing out of his dick and his channel, making a complete mess.
I panted as I tried to catch my breath, waves of bliss rippling over me as my vision blurred.
Milo kissed me again, softer, sweeter. Then I pulled out of him and collapsed on the bed beside him as the last of my strength faded with my consciousness.