18. Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
Darius
After a quick and sated shower, Milo and I fell onto our bed, tired and happy.
Cass and Jeremy’s ceremony day had gone perfectly and we now had a much bigger pack, something my wolf loved, but I truly had just wanted to go home with Milo and be us.
I was honestly surprised I’d managed to wait until after the front door was closed before pouncing on him, he’d even reached the bathroom and was halfway through stripping before I attacked.
Now, Milo lay in my arms, his new marks healing away my claims, but his reassurance that I could reclaim him anytime I wanted helped ease my instincts to pounce on him again.
“I didn’t know happiness like this even existed,” Milo whispered softly into the darkness.
I mentally scolded myself and my base instincts. Here I was planning on when to pounce on him again, and he’s lying here thinking about how happy I make him. I truly needed to get a grip.
“I didn’t either,” I admitted. “I’ve always wanted it, though.”
He turned to face me, the darkness hiding most of his features. “Did you ever dare hope to find your fated back then? Or were you looking to find a chosen mate instead?”
Fated mates were rare, and most didn’t even bother hoping to find theirs, some—I would argue—didn’t even have a fated out there waiting for them.
“I dreamed of finding my fated,” I began, seeing Mom and Dad smiling replay in my memories. How happy they were. “I wanted what my mom and dad had, that never-ending love that only kept on growing year after year.”
“I wish I’d gotten to know them,” he whispered, snuggling into my side, my arm hugging him even closer.
“You were seven,” I smiled. “Why would you bother getting to know every packmate?”
“I don’t know. But I still wish I could remember them.”
Milo had lost his own mother when he was an infant, and I knew he wished he remembered her. Even Jeremy had a hard time remembering her, and he’d been seven when she died.
“You can visit their grave with me,” I offered, feeling strangely nervous, like I was presenting my parents to my fated for real.
“Really?” he perked up, seemingly really into the idea.
“Yeah,” I grinned. “I would love for them to meet you.”
“Maybe we can visit Givanna after? Even though she scares the shit out of me.”
I laughed. “She can be scary, I agree with you on that.”
“Very scary. One time, when I was on breakfast duty, she complained that the bread wasn’t warm when she showed up, like I had intentionally cooled the bread down before serving it.”
Knowing how true that was, I laughed again. “My aunt hates cold food.”
“Seems like it,” he laughed. “But I still want to meet her as your fated.”
“That can easily be arranged. I did tell her about you.”
“Oh.” He sounded worried by that.
“Nothing bad,” I hurried to say. “I just needed some advice on what to do. She’d already learned we were fated from your father.”
“Ugh, why is he acting like the pack gossip all of a sudden? If he’s this bored working as the town vet, then maybe he should’ve stayed the alpha.”
“I don’t think your dad liked being alpha, Milo.
Think about it. He kept pushing you and Jeremy to become the best alphas making sure you had each other.
He waited until a week after you turned eighteen to pick Jeremy.
And it’s not like our little town is riddled with injured pets who need medical help. ”
“Wow. I never even thought about that! That ass. Wasting our time by creating gossip and running around naked to stir shit up.”
“Wait, what? Naked?”
Milo laughed. “I’m tired of him showing up in his wolf form and then just standing or sitting in my company with his dick out. Like, shouldn’t it be considered normal even for us shifters to put our dicks away for company?”
I laughed so hard I lost my grip on Milo.
“Is he truly just sitting naked while talking to you?”
“Yes! It really should have dampened the ire from his berating, but even with his dick out he continued being a cold asshole towards me.”
“I completely agree with you that while in company you should hide your dick away.”
“Thank you!” he exclaimed with what appeared to have been years of pent-up anger over it.
“I’ll make a sign for the front door that all guests should wear pants in the house,” I offered, my tone teasing.
“Do one for the backdoor, too. We can never know how he gets in.”
“He at least had pants on when he visited last time,” I recalled, thinking of the past few instances where I’d seen Paul.
“Well, Silas is likely traumatized from seeing his dick while he helped me with my kitchen,” Milo sniffed.
“Oh gods, not in front of Silas!” I laughed.
“Oh, yes. He even mentioned you while he stood there, dick out and everything.”
“That really isn’t normal, Milo, I hope you know that.” I was laughing hard again. Why had I never heard about this before today?!
“Well, I do now!”
We both laughed and it felt good ending the day on a happy note, my fated in my arms, in our bed. Life was just perfect.
“You want coffee?” I asked, then paused in the middle of the kitchen, the cup all but forgotten as Milo prowled towards me, his body completely naked, his dick hard and bobbing as he approached me, his eyes fully locked on mine like I was a mere lamb about to be eaten.
A sound that was suspiciously close to a whimper escaped me. I’d never once felt like prey, but damn how I wanted to be eaten by Milo.
Yes, fucking please.
“You know what I dreamed of?” Milo asked, his gaze never leaving mine.
“No,” I whispered, my voice sounding out of breath.
“That I was claiming your ass. Now I need to know what it fucking feels like, Darius. I want in that ass now.”
“Okay,” I breathed. Not knowing what to do with myself. My dick was confused as was my brain. Did I just strip and present myself? Should I run for it?
“Strip,” he ordered, now right in front of me. His dick ready and leaking for me.
I think I “accidentally” ripped most of my clothes off. It wasn’t as if I would bother to waste my time while my sexy as fuck mate stood there with his dick pointing straight at me.
When I was just about to ask where he wanted me, he attacked, his lips crashed down on mine, a feral need in him taking over, the kiss demanding, hot, claiming. I went pliant, accepting every flick of his tongue as his hands roamed my skin.
“Come,” he growled, pulling my hand after him, leading me into the living room, then down onto the carpet in front of the fireplace. “I want to claim you here.”
“Perfect,” I whispered, laying down on my back, wanting to see him claim me.
Milo grabbed a bottle of lube from the couch, and before I could let my nerves take over, his fingers got to work, one breached me almost instantly, the other massaging next to the rim.
“Gods!” I breathed, the former unknown pleasure a wonderful surprise. My toes began curling as I widened my legs, accepting his touch completely.
“Fuck you’re so hot inside,” he rasped, eyes fixed on his fingers working me open. “So slick and welcoming.”
“Hmm,” I agreed, afraid I’d come from him playing with my ass. No one had ever been allowed to touch me there, only Milo.
A sharp sting followed as he added another finger, not because of the finger, no, his teeth had found purchase in my upper thigh, marking me as his yet again.
“Fuck!” I groaned, feeling my dick twitch with excitement. He was fucking irresistible like this. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Claim me, baby. Fill me up with your dick and leave your cum so far inside me I can taste it.”
Growling, he removed his fingers and coated his dick, then pushed into me, his rhythm never faltering as he gripped my ass, forcing my leg to snake around his hip, bringing him so deep I saw spots.
My eyes were locked to his as he fucked into me, the fall morning light from outside making every inch of him visible. His desire for me was so clear it took my breath away.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, feeling every inch of him as he kept thrusting into me, his knot teasing my hole at each thrust. If I’d known this was what it felt like getting taken, I would’ve begged him to fuck me sooner.
A wicked smile spread across his face, his intense hunger abating for a few seconds before he was back to his sexy expression of pure predator.
He bent forward, his head seeking out my unmarked neck, then he bit into me, claiming yet another piece of me.
It was that claim that had me coming in thick spurts, the way he needed to claim me as his, his eyes so dark and hungry.
I’d come untouched, his length rubbing against that sweet spot inside me, over and over as he claimed me.
“Baby!” I gasped, wanting him to join me in this blissful pleasure I was floating in. I wanted him to float away with me.
“Mine!” he shouted, and I could feel his dick twitch inside of me as he came, doing exactly as I’d wished, filling me up with his claim on me as his knot locked us together, forcing another orgasm out of me as it slipped inside.
He slid down so he lay next to me, both of us panting for breath as his knot locked us together.
“Fuck, baby,” I panted. “You can fuck me like that anytime you want to.”
Milo burst out laughing. “Oh, I can, can I?”
“Yes, all the fucking yesses,” I agreed.
He nibbled on my neck. “I plan to take you often, my sexy mate.”
I shivered. “Promise?”
“Yeah, handsome. I promise.”