Epilogue
Connor Kelly
W e had to wait until Fee’s school had broken up for the summer before we could take off on our honeymoon. We’ve just arrived at our hotel in Nidri, Greece. This is our first holiday together, and I’m ridiculously excited. Our hotel room has a small balcony that looks out onto the Ionian Sea. Fee collapses onto the king-size bed behind me, groaning loudly.
“Holy shit. This is comfy,” he declares.
“Oi. Go wash all the travel off before you start rubbin’ yourself all over the bed.”
“I think I might need you to join me in the shower; there’s a patch in the middle of my back I can’t quite reach,” he says, smirking at me.
“How can I say no to such a generous offer to wash your back,” I deadpan, but he just waggles his eyebrows at me.
The large bathroom with a huge tropical shower was a major selling point when booking this hotel. It’s not often you find a shower big enough to fit two fully grown men comfortably inside. I lather up Fee’s loofah with the complimentary body wash. It smells much more expensive than the stuff we have at home, and I slowly scrub it all over his body. I purposefully neglect his very rigid cock, paying all my attention to everywhere else.
When I gently pull one of his cheeks to one side and brush my finger over his hole, he moans, pushing back. I only tease him, though, not applying any pressure. Despite Fee’s best efforts with the infamous dildo, he’s still not big on being on the receiving end of butt stuff. However, if he’s in the right mood and particularly horny, he does enjoy an exploratory finger.
“My turn,” I whisper into his ear. His mouth opens wide, and he stares down at his erection incredulously.
“You’re going to leave me like this?”
“Patience, grasshopper.” I laugh at his affronted expression.
He gets to work lathering me with soap, and I relax and enjoy the feel of his hands roaming around my body. His thumb brushes over my hard nipple, making my cock begin to swell. When we’re both thoroughly clean, we rinse off and then head back to the bedroom in the fluffy white hotel robes.
I sit in the middle of the bed with my back against the headboard while Fee scrubs his hair dry with a towel. The fastening of his robe has come loose, so I have a good view of his naked body. Sometimes, I have to literally pinch myself that this is all real. Phoenix Campbell is my husband, and we’re disgustingly happy. Like give myself a toothache; we're so sickly sweet, happy. We still bicker the same as we always have, but mostly over stupid shit, like who left a wet towel on the floor—it’s always him, obviously.
Fee crawls towards me on the bed, his robe wide open and straddles my thighs. His semi presses against mine, and we watch as they get harder at the contact. Quickly hopping off the bed to go into the bathroom, he returns with a bottle of lube from our toiletry bag.
Reclaiming his spot on my lap, he pours a generous amount of it onto our erections before taking us both in his hand. His grip is perfectly firm and I instinctively lift my hips into his fist. He takes my lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue seeking mine out and groans into my mouth. Fee grinds his hips, rubbing his slick cock against mine, and I can tell he’s close already. Tightening his grip on us, he increases the pace, and we’re both panting.
“Shit, I’m so close. Gonna come,” he blurts out a moment before his release spills over my hand, dick and stomach. I take over from him, grabbing my own cock and jerking myself hard and fast until my orgasm barrels into me. All my muscles tense at once before I go boneless. Fee swirls a finger through the mix of our cum on my stomach, making a satisfied 'mm' sound at the sight.
After a quick wash and a post-orgasm nap, we get ready to head out for dinner. We only brought one big suitcase to share because, at this point, our wardrobe has merged. With the exception of a few tailored items, it’s a free-for-all. Fee puts on a pale pink linen shirt with some navy blue tailored shorts, and I go with a white polo and dark green shorts. He’s looking at me as though he’s already imagining stripping me of my clothes, so I shove him out the door before he gets any ideas. My stomach is growling something fierce.
It’s eight pm when we finally step outside the hotel, but it’s still stiflingly hot. It’s a nice change from the wet British summer we left behind. We walk hand in hand to where there's a row of restaurants, looking out onto the port filled with fancy-looking yachts.
A bustling seafood restaurant called Basillico , with outside seating, catches our eye. We both order the catch of the day with a Greek salad, roasted potatoes, and tzatziki. While waiting for the food to arrive, the waiter brings out a basket of fresh bread with olive oil and vinegar and a jug of white wine. Fee immediately dives into the bread while I pour the wine.
He groans obscenely, making me somewhat inappropriately turned on at the dinner table. We haven’t eaten anything since the awful plane food, and I’m ravenous, so I pinch some bread from the basket before he eats it all.
“I can’t believe we’re actually on our honeymoon,” Fee says, taking in our surroundings.
“If anyone earned a honeymoon, it’s us.” I chuckle.
My phone pings with a text from my cousin, Noah.
Noah: FYI someone tried to breach the wards but they weren't successful and they're still intact. Enjoy your hol.
My hands begin to sweat as I read the message. Enjoy your hol? If one day I found out Noah was actually a robot, I wouldn't be surprised. 'By the way, the person who almost killed your husband might have just tried to get onto your property, but have a nice day.'
“What's wrong?” Fee asks, clearly noticing my concern.
“Nothin' that can't wait until we're home.” I plaster a smile on my face, and it must be convincing because he changes the subject quickly. There's no need for us both to worry when there isn't anything we can do about it from here. It's just a jarring reminder that once these two weeks are up, there's a lot still to deal with back home. I guess we better make the most of our break from reality, then.
“You excited to learn to windsurf?” Fee asks, grinning widely.
In a few days, we’re hiring a car to drive over to Vassiliki; it’s approximately a half-hour drive from here. Fee used to go on regular family holidays to Greece, and he loves windsurfing and sailing. It’s times like this that really highlight the different social classes we were raised in.
“I think these lessons will be the biggest test of our relationship so far.”
“I’m an excellent instructor, I’ll have you know. I taught Jade because she was ready to murder Jas when he tried.” I smile because I know he’s just excited to show me a part of himself I haven’t seen before.
“I can’t wait.”
We made it through a full day of Fee teaching me to windsurf relatively unscathed. It was a lot of fun, and we both slept like the dead that night. Today, we’re making the most of the hire car and driving to Porto Katsiki. Fee is behind the wheel, enthusiastically singing along to a Greek song on the radio, undeterred by the fact he doesn't know the words.
There isn’t a cloud in the sky. It’s a scorching day at around thirty-seven degrees, and I’m excited to get to the beach for more of a breeze. As we turn the next corner, Fee slows down and has to stop because the road is completely filled with… goats. We look at each other like, ‘What do we do now?’. They have big bells on their necks and make an absolute racket as they walk across the road. Fortunately, we don’t have to wait long until a middle-aged man appears and begins herding them off the road. We both laugh at how ridiculous it looks and then continue on our way to the beach.
The car park at the top is thankfully not too busy. We have to walk down some steep steps to get to the beach. It’s worth it, though, for the stunning backdrop of the huge cliff face. The sand is so fine; it’s almost white as it reflects the bright sunlight, contrasting with the clear turquoise waters of the Ionian Sea.
Fee picks out a spot not too far from the water, and we put our towels and cooler box down. We both go for a swim right away to cool off. Fee grabs a snorkelling mask we brought and goes off in search of underwater sea life while I head back to our towels to read my book. I lie on my front in case I pop a boner because this book has some top-tier spice. Fee will likely reap the benefits later.
I’m fully immersed in the story when Fee returns, lying on top of me and getting me all wet.
“Ugh. You’re so annoyin’.” He continues to rub his wet head all over my back.
“I’m just helping you stay cool.”
“Thanks,” I deadpan.
“You need to come join me in the water, I found a starfish.” This is what happens when you marry a golden retriever type. You don’t get to read in peace on the beach; you have to go and look at the weird shit they find. I knew who I was marrying, though, so I put my Kindle into the bag before joining him in the sea to go in search of his starfish.
Phoenix Campbell
The past two weeks have been an absolute dream come true. We’ve been out on the water nearly every single day, eaten our body weight in gyros and had more orgasms than is probably healthy, like I think if I come again, nothing but a puff of air will come out.
I’m kind of bummed that tonight is our last night, but I’m also excited for all of our holidays to come. We have a whole lifetime together, and I can’t wait to see the world with Cee by my side.
For our final dinner, we went to a restaurant slightly further inland called Taverna Dimitris and had moussaka and saganaki as we watched the sunset. It was the perfect evening.
Sitting on the bed naked, I’m scrolling through random shit on my phone when Cee wanders out of the bathroom. He’s wearing nothing but tight-fitting black boxer briefs and playing nervously with his fingers.
“What’s up?” I ask curiously. He comes over and sits in the middle of the bed cross-legged, facing me.
“So, I’ve been thinkin' about this for a while, and since it’s our last night, I thought it would be maybe a good time?” His intonation suggests it’s a question but I’ve no idea what on earth he’s actually asking. Nerves flutter in my stomach in anticipation.
“A good time for what?”
“Uhm. To mate?” I’m simultaneously relieved and elated. I’ve known Cee was my mate since the day I met him, and we’ve talked about it a few times over the years but never got as far as planning to do it. My teeth ache at the mere suggestion.
“You’re sure?” I ask, needing to double-check. He nods.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I really want us to do this.” My heart swells at his admission. For humans, getting married is often considered the biggest commitment, but that can always be undone. You can’t undo a mating bite. It's a hundred percent for life. Even if one of you dies, your mating bite will remain.
“I love you so much, baby. There’s nothing I’d love more than to be your mate—officially,” I tell him, and he beams at me. “Come here,” I say, making grabby hands at him.
Cee crawls onto my lap and kisses me enthusiastically. He tastes minty from his toothpaste and I want to breathe him in. Grabbing his hips, I flip us so he’s on his back and I can rest between his thighs.
We make out lazily at first, leisurely tasting each other and enjoying the fact we have nothing to do and nowhere else to be but right here in each other’s arms. Cee's cock starts to thicken in his briefs, and it presses against my stomach. Sitting up, I tug his boxers down; he lifts his hips to help me, and I chuck them over my shoulder. Reaching down, I stroke him without much pressure and several beads of precum leak from the tip.
I shuffle down so I’m lying on my stomach between his legs, darting my tongue out to taste him. When I glance up, his eyes are blown out with desire. I lick a stripe from his balls up to the tip before taking him into my mouth. I suck on him torturously slowly, wanting him to be a babbling mess by the time I sink my teeth into his neck. His hand roams over his chest, and he pinches one of his nipples, moaning loudly as he writhes on the bed.
I suck each of his balls into my mouth and swirl my tongue around them, just the way he likes and revel in the sweet sounds I pull from him. Pushing his knees back toward his chest, I expose his hole to me. Cee holds onto the back of his thighs to keep himself exactly where I want him. My tongue gently laps at his rim, softening him up. He tastes like heaven—musky and all Connor. I flatten my tongue over his tight pucker and lick him until he’s pushing back into my face, begging me for more.
Relaxing back on my haunches, I reach for the lube and coat my fingers. I love watching the way his hole swallows my index finger as I pump it in and out of him.
“More, please. I need more,” Cee babbles, and I gladly oblige, adding a second finger and crooking them. He moans loudly when I hit the right spot.
Planting his feet back on the bed, he starts riding my fingers as he languidly tugs on his throbbing cock at the same time. I could probably come from watching him do this. When Cee lets loose and gives in, chasing his pleasure, it turns me on like nothing else.
“Jesus, babe. You have no idea how hot you look right now,” I pant.
“Fuck me. Please. Need you to fuck me, or I’m gonna die.” I laugh a little at his dramatics, but I coat my cock in lube and stroke myself a few times before I line myself up with his entrance.
As always, he’s tight when I push through the first ring of muscle, but then he breathes out and welcomes me inside his body. I have to take a few steadying breaths to stave off the orgasm that's building surprisingly quickly, considering I’ve already come three times today.
I move slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. I take my time because I want to remember this moment, the moment when we aren’t just fucking, but joining our souls together forever.
There were brief moments when Cee first became an Alpha that I worried he wouldn’t want this dynamic between us anymore, that the Alpha in him would demand I submit to him. However, he’s always taken pleasure in relinquishing some of the control when we’re in bed together.
He hooks his ankles behind my back and pulls me into him, encouraging me to fuck him harder and faster. Grabbing the headboard above his head, I let loose. Pounding into him hard, and our moans echo through the room.
Right when I can tell we’re both on the edge, Cee tilts his head to the side, bearing his neck to me. The significance of the moment steals my breath. Because I know I’m the only person he will ever expose his neck to this way. The only person he’ll ever be this vulnerable for.
Alpha’s do not submit. But he’ll do it for me in these intimate moments we share. Right before I topple over the precipice, I bury my face into Cee's neck and bite down hard. Seconds later, he does the same to me, and we’re both frozen in time.
At first, it’s just the coppery taste of blood on my tongue. Then, the electricity of the lightning that seems to be constantly flowing through Cee's veins sparks on my tongue. When I swallow the taste of him down my throat, his essence mixes with mine, and I feel whole. Like a part of me I didn’t even know was missing has suddenly been found.
As time resumes, as if the earth didn’t just tilt on its axis, we both find our release. My cum marks him on the inside as he spills into the non-existent space between our bodies. I’m not entirely sure what I expected from the mating bond, but I feel both settled and forever changed.
“Holy shit,” we say at the same time, and I collapse in a sweaty heap on top of him, both of us panting heavily. When my brain eventually comes back online, I sit up slightly and look at where I sank my teeth into him. Running my fingertip over the pink teeth marks, I watch in awe as the wound heals to become a silvery scar. A mark that will never leave his body or mine.
My mate.
I don’t ever want to leave this moment. Bathing in his taste and scent.
Lightning, heather, home and all mine.
Forever.