15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Milo
Feeling sated for the first time in my life, I grinned at Darius as he slowly went to stand.
“We need a bath when we get home,” he groaned, stretching his arms over his head, making his body look even more sexy in the glow from the moon.
“I’ve got no complaints,” I smiled, feeling so damn loved I was basically vibrating with it.
I was mated!
Darius gave me a fond look. “Ready to go home, my mate?”
My smile had to be the widest it had ever been as I accepted his offered hand.
It was weird being back in my human form, but the nerves I’d felt over facing Darius without my armor never had a chance to surface.
We were too worked up for me to even give it much thought, and now, we were mated.
Forever. Darius would truly never leave me.
Ever. That knowledge was enough for my heart to settle, to trust this would truly last forever.
“I hate to say this,” I winced, having stepped on something hard. “But maybe we should shift?”
“Might make this easier,” he agreed. Letting go of my hand, he shifted gracefully next to me. Without much thought, I ran my fingers through his fur, meeting his wolf as my mate for the first time.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, pleased that I had such a handsome man and wolf as mine.
He licked my hand, making me giggle. He made me feel so free, so in the moment. I wanted to freeze time and stay like this with him forever. But the chilled air wasn’t kind on my naked body, nor was the darkness on my sight.
Closing my eyes, I shifted, nuzzling my head against his. Our wolves’ scent-marking one another before we ran home, eager to bathe.
It took no time at all before we were inside the living room, back to our dirtied-up bodies, a clear sign of the fun we’d had.
My new mark on his neck was healing up quickly, making it scar so everyone would know he was claimed.
My chest puffed out as I admired my work.
It really was a perfect bite on an irresistible neck.
A low growl left Darius, the sound enough to make my dick hard again. “You better stop staring at me like that, Milo.”
“Or what?” I teased, knowing fully well this teasing would end up with me ass up on the floor.
“Or you will be even more sore before you get a chance to escape me.”
Oooooh, I liked the sound of that promise.
“You gonna spank me?” I asked, batting my lashes while shaking my ass enticingly at him.
He stepped closer, both hands grabbing my ass and crushing my front against his chest. “And much, much more.”
And that was how I ended up bent over the couch as Darius claimed my ass a second time. My ass would definitely be sore tomorrow but shifter healing would fix that right up.
I finally had my Darius. My mate.
“Let’s go bathe,” he whispered against my neck, his body still flushed to mine as we panted for breath.
“Sounds perfect,” I agreed, waiting for him to move away. Our poor couch would need a good cleaning when we found the energy to do it.
“Why is it so hard to move?” Darius whined, nuzzling his nose against his mark on my neck, eliciting pleasant tingles to spread across my body.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, basking in his closeness. If I wasn’t bent in an awkward angle, I could fall asleep like this, his scent on me. In me. His warmth as he held me close.
“I don’t like the thought of you washing my scent away,” he growled, nipping my skin.
I couldn’t believe this was my life now. Darius was the perfect mate. We’d gone from me acting like a brat and him doing his best to stay away from me, to being fully mated and my ass fully stuffed with his cum.
A giggle escaped me, the absurdness of it all finally catching up to me.
“You find it funny, huh?” he growled, his tone teasing.
Oh right, he was likely thinking I was laughing because of his desire to keep me smelling like him. Which, to be honest, was hot as fuck.
“No,” I grinned, my cheek still snug against the couch cushion. “I don’t want to ever stop smelling like my mate. But that just means more claiming, right?”
“Fuck,” he laughed. “Had I known you would be this insatiable I wouldn’t have been able to stay away for as long as I did.”
It was weird how a comment like that would’ve felt like a stabbing wound before, but now I could only shake my head at how stupid we’d both been.
“I wouldn’t either,” I admitted with a low laugh.
My first time had been on the ground in the middle of the forest. I had no regrets though, and would one hundred percent do it again if the opportunity arose.
“Come,” he smiled against my neck, then placed a soft kiss on my spine. “I want to wash my mate, then cuddle in bed before round three.”
My heart and dick were really eager for another round, my ass though… “Maybe round three could involve your ass instead?”
I had no idea what Darius was into, all I knew was that I was into everything that involved him.
“Hmm,” he hummed, pulling away from my sweat slicked back. “I’m definitely intrigued. What do you wish to do to my ass, my sweet mate?”
I pushed off the couch, feeling just how weak my legs had gotten and tried to smile as flirtatiously as possible. “Many things, but first? A taste.”
The need to lick Darius all over was a constant hum under my skin, an instinctual need to claim and mark all of him as mine. If he’d let me, I would lick every single part of his body.
He groaned, then slapped my ass. “Bath, then you can taste me all you want.”
“Deal,” I grinned, taking his hand in mine as we hurried on shaking legs into the bathroom.
There had been no third round yesterday, the reason?
Soreness. Well, that and the warm water had a way too soothing effect on our bodies.
After the chase in the woods and two amazingly hot claimings, we’d both been drained.
The shower had only helped us realize just how tired we both were.
Darius had reminded me as we slid under the covers on his bed, that we had forever together.
There was no need to rush through all the experiences at once.
He wanted to savor me and my body and I really wanted the same with him.
So, we’d snuggled up together, letting our hearts beat in sync as we fell asleep, content in each other’s embrace.
That was yesterday, though, and now I was awake and well rested enough to feel the need to scent-mark Darius take over. I slid under our covers, doing my best not to wake my handsome mate, then tentatively started licking his balls.
I was pretty sure this was what heaven felt like. All I could scent was the salty hint of male as I lapped at his balls, quieting my groans as he started to harden.
“Having fun?” Darius’ rough morning voice sounded amused as I started tasting his length. “Fuck,” he groaned, parting his legs so I had more room in front of him.
“Hmm,” I hummed, my tongue flicking around the head, enjoying the taste of him.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned, grabbing my hair with his right hand like he wanted to control my movements. Fuck, it was hot.
I let him control me. Allowed his hand to steer me up and down as I took what I could of him inside my mouth, tightening my mouth around his deflated knot whenever I reached it.
“You’re so perfect, my Milo. Just perfection,” he whispered, his hand still guiding me.
I loved that I couldn’t reply, that his words would remain unanswered between us, because for once in my life, I felt perfect.
Darius’ mark on my neck was enough for all the doubt to seep away.
He loved every part of me. I could literally feel it.
I would never doubt his love for me. Nor would he doubt mine.
My need for relief was urging me to bring out my best moves, not that I truly knew what I was doing, only that Darius seemed to like it.
I ran my tongue around the head faster, swallowing him down while sucking and pressing my lips against him, doing all I could to bring him to release.
I needed to feel him come apart in my mouth.
Needed to swallow everything he gave me.
My hand held him around his knot, my thumb caressing it over and over.
“Baby!” he yelled, coming hard and fast, way too fast, his cum flooded my mouth and my senses, making me whimper with need.
I swallowed what I could, resting next to his now soft cock as I panted for breath, my own dick hard and demanding, pulsing with need.
“That was…fuck, that was the best way to wake up. Please don’t ever hesitate to do that again.” The way Darius’ voice held so much awe had me preening. I did that.
“I want to be your baby,” I whispered, feeling foolish for saying it out loud, but needing him to keep calling me that forever, too.
“Always, baby,” he whispered, his tone so fond and happy it made me ache.
“Touch me,” I begged, unable to wait a second longer.
A low growl was all the warning I got before I was somehow flipped on my back where Darius had been seconds before, his lips now a warm heat around my painfully hard dick, my knot tingling with awareness as he kept brushing against it.
“Dar!” I yelped, then moaned long and loud. Fuck it was heaven! “Never stop!” I begged, feeling so close to coming. So close to feeling the bliss take over.
I dared a peek at Darius and that did it. His eyes were almost black as he stared back at me, my dick in his mouth. The sight, one I would remember forever. The lust in his eyes. The want for me.
My release filled his mouth but he kept going, swallowing while he sucked me clean, making me twitch in place as oversensitivity took over, my knot deflating.
“I don’t think I can walk anymore,” I rasped once Darius released my drained dick.
His chuckle was enough to alert me that my thought hadn’t been an inside thought like I’d believed it to be. “I’ll carry you, baby.”
Swoon.
“We just need to shower first,” he winked.
I groaned but he just laughed.
“I’ll carry you to the shower, don’t worry,” he promised with a glint in his eyes. Did that sparkle mean he was up for more fun? I suddenly gained the ability to walk again.