Chapter Six
Damon
Hemlock Mountain
There was so much about people shifters I often forgot.
Like their claiming glands were out in the open on their shoulders instead of hidden neatly between their legs.
Seemed dangerous to me and I was lucky my mate had made it this long without damaging theirs or getting accidently bit by one bitey wolf or another.
My musings died in their tracks when Treg ran their warm, moist tongue down my shaft again.
I’d read about such things in books but outside of a few romps for fun, I hadn’t bothered much with sex before.
It was something that was fun but something I could live without.
I’d never understood why spirit-mates couldn’t keep their hands off one another.
Now, I understood. Even as Treg’s mouth dropped low to tease my balls and pleasure rolled under my skin, I wondered what they’d taste like underneath my tongue.
“We’ll find out soon,” my wolf chimed into my thoughts. Just like me, my inner beast was needy.
I let my head sink deep into my big, fluffy pillow as new sensations zapped all over me, following the seemingly random, wild path Treg’s tongue drew over my scrotum.
They teased the soft, downy fur that grew there, pushing it this way and that as their tongue dragged over my skin.
Their big, strong hands slid under my ass, lifting it up until I had to rest my legs over their shoulders.
Their tongue swept lower, teasing around my slick omegahole.
Pleasure and surprise mingled inside me, before branching out and tickling up and down my limbs and spine.
My hand found the back of their head and held them in place as their warm, giving tongue lapped up my slickness.
Nothing had ever felt so good before. I lost myself to the sensations of their tongue probing into me and licking everywhere seemingly at once.
Everything inside of me drew up tight so quickly that cumming caught me off guard and I was grateful my spirit-mate had stripped me naked.
Next, I just had to get them out of their clothes.
Of course, that would come after I had two brain cells that were willing to rub together.
Treg chuckled, satisfied with themselves for how they’d disoriented me with pleasure.
They rose to their knees and caressed my thighs, ignoring the mess we’d made of things for the moment.
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Everything felt so good.
One moment I was trying to figure out why the people shifters were yelling for me and the next I was nearly trembling from pleasure. If only every yeti could be so lucky.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows and pulled Treg in for a long, slow kiss.
Their shoulders were naturally broad and through their sweater I could feel that they had one nipple pierced.
I played with the little barbell as our tongues danced between our mouths.
I flicked one hand in the direction of the curtain that hid the bathroom from sight.
Treg didn’t look nearly as surprised as the First Mate of Hemlock Mountain was to find out that we had running water.
I didn’t know what sort of magically lacking beings he thought we were but everything about us surprised Rune.
“Don’t worry about him,” my wolf chimed into my thoughts. “Our alpha is here. They’re here and big and strong and sweet and an artist and…” he kept rambling on, but I lost track of all his desires and compliments as Treg, and I kissed our way to the shower.
They turned on the water and stuck one hand under the showerhead waiting for it to warm up while we kept kissing. I could’ve kept my mouth connected to theirs for the rest of eternity.
“Clothes,” I murmured into the kiss.
“They’re in the other room,” Treg said back, breathing the words into my mouth.
“No, they’re on you,” I chuckled. “Let’s take Rudolph off before you get him all wet or is it them?”
“I dunno,” they shrugged. “Go ask Santa Claus.”
I laughed and kissed them again and again.
Eventually we broke apart long enough to pull their shirt off over their head.
I folded it up neatly and put it on the shelf with the extra towels.
Then I had to get them out of their undershirt, pants, and underwear.
They were wearing so many clothes! So many!
It was like unwrapping a Yuletide gift that someone wrapped up multiple times. Still, eventually I had them naked.
I started to sink to my knees to finally taste them, but Treg stepped into the shower and I followed.
The water ran warm. Way warmer than I’d usually run it, but then again, my mate didn’t have the same cold tolerance as everyone here did.
They hadn’t grown up rolling around in the snow for fun.
Our winters were also longer up here in the deep mountains.
Wess made sure of it. It was his right after all.
I didn’t get to drop to my knees straight away under the warm water either.
Treg found my fluffy loofah and peppermint scented bodywash and scrubbed me clean.
The slippy-slide of the soap and loofah across my skin made me hard again and slicker than ever.
I leaned back against the blissfully cool shower wall and let them take their time. I wanted them to touch me forever.
When I was clean, the loofah hit the floor and Treg’s big hand wrapped around my cock again.
I bit my lip and swallowed down a hiss of pleasure as the pressure of their fist wrapped tight around me.
Their other hand slid lower down over my balls and then up between my cheeks.
Their long, nimble fingers teased my slick hole before sliding inside.
My body opened easily to them. I was so slick already.
So ready for them to fill me up over and over again.
My body clenched around Treg’s digits and I ground down, moving their fingers inside of me so that they touched all the best spots.
Our lips found each other and I kissed them hard.
I could’ve kissed them forever with their warm tongue sweeping through my mouth.
Remembering their nipple ring, I found it again and toyed with it.
They drew in a sharp breath and their hard cock twitched against my belly.
Pulling away from their giving hands, I dropped to my knees, moving them backwards as I sank onto the cool touch of the cold stone floor.
The cold shimmied up my body, making my spine tingle in the most delightful way.
“My turn,” I murmured as I took Treg’s long, thick cock in my hand and traced a vein with my thumb.
I traced it right up to their tip and circled over it before giving them a few promising strokes and planting a big, fat kiss right where I’d been teasing them.
Their knees shook a bit and I patted them on the butt so that they knew to back up against the other wall.
They let out a little squeak of surprise at the coolness but soon their body heat overcame that.
Once they were comfy, I got to work on enjoying myself.
I kept them in my mouth, barely there, so I could tease their tip with my tongue.
I drew circles, lines, and crosses as if I made out with their dick.
Pre-cum oozed on my tongue. I wasn’t the only one having trouble holding back today.
Slowly, I sank my mouth down over their smooth, hairless shaft and cupped their balls.
I ran my fingers over the sensitive, textured skin again and again, reveling in every sigh and little moan that bubbled over their lips.
I might never take them out of my mouth again.
Once I found my rhythm of sinking down again and again, I slid one hand to cup their ass and kneaded my fingers in.
They were all-natural wolf muscle and it was impossible for my insides not to throb as my fingers worked themselves in.
If only I had three hands, I’d have stroked myself too.
Their dick twitched inside my mouth and I worked my squeezing fingers over to his tight hole and teased it.
I drew warm, watery circles around it until their fingers found the back of my head and held on.
I glanced up and our gaze met as they thrust into my mouth.
I moved with them, following the graceful swing of their hips that guided their hard, trembling dick over my eager tongue.
They tossed their head back, throat muscles exerting themselves not to howl, as they came in warm, sticky streams inside my mouth and I swallowed all their pleasure down.
They panted, leaning against the wall and I smiled, smug with myself.
This pleasure thing was a two-way street and I wanted to make them come as undone as they made me feel.
I pushed myself up onto my feet and kissed them with the taste of their salty cum still on my tongue.
They kissed me hard, walking me back to the other shower wall that had cooled down again in my absence.
When we came up for breath, they leaned their forehead against mine and grinned before reaching down and rubbing a big thumb over my claiming gland.
“How does it work? I mean in the claiming vows?” they asked. “Usually, wolves trade bits locked together.”
“How ever we want it to work,” I shrugged. “This is our bond. There aren’t any rules except for those we make.”
They stroked my cheek with their thumb, and I leaned into their warmth. While cold had always been best, Treg’s warmth was something new and cozy.
“If we’re going to go all the way, it’s probably best if we go back to the bed.”
I opened my mouth to say that things were easier to clean in the shower but Treg spoke again before I could.
“In case of knotting,” they added and I turned scorching-hot crimson.
“In case of knotting,” I nodded and took their hands in mine because I wasn’t quite ready to give up our snug little corner of the world.