Chapter Five #2
“If he gets pregnant from oral sex, it’s a miracle that was meant to be,” my wolf chimed into my thoughts again.
I gave in to my instincts again. I hated how inside my head I got sometimes. We’d already gotten off to a rocky start and didn’t want to mess this up anymore. I squeezed his knee. It seemed a friendly enough place to start. He laughed and pulled them both up to his chest.
“I’m sorry. I’m so ticklish there,” he said, putting his feet back on the floor.
This time, I touched him further up his thighs. He sank into the chair, watching my hands. My nails were painted light blue with little white snowflakes scattered here and there across them as if an artistically planned blizzard rained down across my fingertips.
I caressed his muscular thighs, reveling in the warmth of his body spreading out over me.
I nuzzled his legs careful not to tickle him again.
There would be time for that later. For now, I was scent marking my mate and everything about him from how his dick hardened under the dancing snowmen to how the tangy smell of his arousal filled the cavernous room told me he was enjoying all the touching as much as I was.
His chest was bare with a white smattering of soft hair.
I ran my fingers through it as I nuzzled my cheek over the hard, curved shaft of his dick through the snowmen pants.
A low, grumbly moan escaped his mouth, and it was one of the most beautiful, enticing sounds I’d ever had the privilege of hearing.
He leaned back in the chair and ran his hands through my hair, smoothing out all the mussing up that shifting into my wolf form had caused.
Growing more accustomed to his scent and the feeling of his body under my hands, I grew braver and ran my hands over the outer parts of his muscular thighs up to his hips.
I caressed and massaged him until I made my way up to the waist band of his pants.
I didn’t need to pull them off him. The green pants had a peekaboo dick hole for fun times but I couldn’t get the thoughts of stripping him naked to stop.
He was only in pants but that was far too many clothes for my liking.
So, I tucked my thumbs into his pants and stripped them off him.
Damon arched his hips, helping me strip him bare.
I went to toss his pants across the room, but he snatched them from me and shook his finger.
“These are my new pants. Don’t toss them around like a brute.
We fold our clothes up and take care of them here.
I’m the only one who can go out and do the shopping.
Don’t waste my hard work,” he said, and I opened my mouth to tumble out an apology, but Damon put a finger under my chin and kissed me before I managed to squeak out a single word.
“It’s okay. I love how excited you are. I’m excited too but no tossing clothes. ”
When he fell quiet, we kissed again. His mouth was plump, warm, and all consuming.
I kissed him hard, snaking my tongue into the moist cavern of his mouth.
Our tongues danced together as he held onto my face, and I caressed his naked legs working my way steadily towards his dick.
Damon’s breath caught in his lungs when I finally wrapped my fingers around him.
Soft white fur marked the base of his otherwise silky-smooth shaft.
I squeezed him, reveling in the horny warmth of his body radiating against my palm.
He let out a low growl, more purr than anything else as I circled his plump, mushroom-shaped tip with my thumb, easing back his foreskin to expose more of it.
Damon watched me with big blue eyes as I stroked him.
I opened my mouth ready to draw moist little circles around the tip I’d spent the last few seconds teasing, but he stood up, escaping my fist and picking me up by the waist. Before I could ask what he was doing, we were both on his bed.
He pushed a button on the headboard and blue curtains drew closed around us.
I tried not to think about how much sound echoed here where the yetis lived.
“I’m sure they’re used to it,” my wolf sounded off in my thoughts. “They have to be. Our mate made it sound like yetis are going at it all the time.”
“You’re strong,” I said and instantly hated how much I sounded like a dumbass.
Damon chuckled, shrugged, and kissed me again.
I ran my fingers over his cheek, playing with his stubbily five o’clock shadow as our tongues danced between our mouths.
Remembering that our claiming glands were probably already filling up with the clear magical fluid that we’d exchange during our vows, I ran one hand over his shoulder, finding nothing.
Then I checked the other. I went back to the first before Damon leaned out of the kiss and cocked his head to the side.
“Are you checking me for fleas?” he quirked a thick white brow upward.
“No,” I said, embarrassed that he’d even think that. “I’m looking for your claiming gland.”
“Claiming gland? Oh! My bite spot! I forgot you guys called them that!” he laughed and rolled flat on his back and spread his legs. I blinked for a moment before sliding between them in a kneeling position.
“You can touch it,” he said, nodding down toward his crotch.
I opened my mouth and almost said, I’d already touched it and would again…
Then Damon turned his knee outward revealing the long, thick muscle of his inner thigh.
Inside their inner sanctum, my wolf cocked their head to the side.
There a few inches from where his balls sat covered in thin velvety white fur was a claiming gland.
I ran a finger over it gently. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for because I had nothing to compare it to.
It wasn’t like I barged in and felt up Grina or Chasten’s claiming glands when they met Abby and Kirk.
So, I ran my fingers over my own claiming gland that lived on my shoulder.
They felt almost identical except that the skin over Damon’s was softer.
I stretched out on my belly and rested my head against his other thigh while I kissed the one that housed the gland that held enough of his memory and personality that I wouldn’t feel crazy for how fast I already felt obsessed with him.
We’d chosen one another in the Other World after all. I’d known him before.
Damon stroked my hair as I ran my tongue in circles around the soft edges of his full claiming gland. I licked over it, careful not to nick the delicate skin with my teeth.
“It’s a good thing you found me this time of year,” Damon mused and let out another happy yeti purr.
“Do you hibernate in the summer?” I asked and felt like an idiot as soon as the words came out of my mouth.
“Not really. Though, sometimes we sleep through the stormy season because they’re boring. No, it’s mating season. We only really have pups when it’s cold outside. Something about the cold makes us fertile.”
I was laying with my nose almost resting on his still erect cock and somehow still blushed at the word fertile. If Damon noticed, he didn’t comment on it.
“Do you want pups?” I asked, trying not to pay attention to how hard I was.
“I do,” he nodded. “That’s why I said it was a good thing, or we’d have to wait until next winter. Though, the winters are getting longer like they should be up on the mountain. No more short winters with hot days here and there. Cold and icy the way our ancestors intended.”
I licked over his gland again and Damon spread his legs wider. I pressed my lips against the taut skin on his thigh, promising to come back in for the bite later, but for now, I had warmer, needier things to lick. Stretching out on my belly, I spread his thighs wide, making room for myself.