Chapter Six #2
I kissed them again. I wanted to know what went on inside their head and what made them tick.
I wanted to know how they met the bitey wolf and what their other friends were like.
I wanted to know everything about them and to explain how everything here worked.
Thankfully, once we exchanged the claiming vows most of that information would cross the mate-mate barrier and we’d know everything about each other.
Well, at least everything the magic thought we needed to know about each other.
Enough so we didn’t feel so crazy falling so hard so fast. We’d chosen each other before, after all.
Our souls knew all the secrets that our present minds might never fathom.
They stroked my claiming gland, caressing the taut skin over it and drawing circles around it.
Anticipation tickled my insides. I wanted their mouth on it.
I wanted their teeth to sink in so that they could suck out all the stuff they needed to know.
As if they read my mind, Treg sank to the floor and kissed my claiming gland again.
I rested one foot on the edge of the tub, and they rested a hand under my thigh as if to hold me up.
They licked the side of my shaft, sending a shimmy of pleasure down my spine before kissing my gland again.
I ran my fingers through their thick hair and braced for the bite.
Their mouth was warm as it spread over my claiming gland, encapsulating the whole thing and teasing it with their tongue.
A second later, a long wolfy canine brushed against my skin.
Then came the bite that started it all. Clear magical fluid burst from the gland and exploded inside Treg’s mouth.
They sighed against my flesh as they lapped up the little streams that tried to escape their determined tongue.
What was the magic showing them? Did they like what they saw?
I wouldn’t know until I laid my claiming bite upon them.
When the clear magical fluid ran dry, Treg placed a line of kisses down my shaft before pushing themselves back up onto their feet. We kissed again. They tasted like toasted marshmallows this time and I blushed when I realized that’s what the stuff in my claiming gland tasted like.
Treg glanced over their shoulder before reaching out to grab a towel.
They kissed me one more time and stepped out onto the snowflake shaped bathmat that I picked up at a people shifter’s shop a few Yules ago.
It was the only time most of their shops carried winter themed décor and what could I say?
Maybe I was a walking cliché, but I loved the colors and patterns of the cold half of the year.
I followed Treg out of the tub and kissed them again.
It made drying off difficult but not kissing them made me miss them despite the fact we stood in the same room.
Then again, magic didn’t always make sense.
Sometimes it worked as expected and sometimes it didn’t.
Other times it did whatever it wanted, and my spirit-mate magic did exactly that.
Only half-dried off, we made our way to the bedroom and fell into bed together.
We kissed until my mouth hurt and then we kissed some more.
The rest of the world and all its concerns faded from my head as Treg knelt between my thighs again.
They ran their thumb over the bite they left behind just moments before when they claimed me and smiled.
“Can you hear me?” I tested out the link.
“Yeah,” they said aloud as their fingers slipped into my slick, hungry omegahole.
“Fuck!” I hissed into their thoughts unable to stop myself as warm fullness spread throughout my body.
Their fingers rocked inside me, teasing me until I moved in time with their rocking.
With their other hand, Treg stroked themselves, giving me a show while they drove me wild.
I bucked against their hand and their fingers only moved faster.
If they didn’t stop soon, I’d cum again before they were ever inside me.
Smirking, Treg stopped rocking their fingers, but left them where they were. I ground up and down unable to stop chasing the pleasure pulsating through me and spiraling around my cock.
“Shall I continue?” they asked when I was still seeking out my pleasure on their fingers.
“Come here,” I beckoned them to me with one hand. “I want another kiss.”
They moved up and I trapped them by wrapping my legs around them.
Then we kissed hard. Their tongue plunged into my mouth again, sliding right into its new home.
I reached between our bodies and took them in my hand.
I loved the girth and heft of their cock and how warm it was against my skin as I led it home.
I teased us both with the head of their dick, rubbing it in small, firm circles over my slick omegahole until it slid inside me where it belonged.
Air caught in my throat as they thrust forward, feeding more of themselves into me.
I wrapped my arms around them too and held on tight giving them just enough room to move their hips to get situated.
It took us only a few seconds to find the rhythm between our bodies.
I followed their lead, rocking my hips and squeezing them tight while their dick brushed against nerve endings I’d forgotten existed.
I lost myself to the warmth spreading over my body.
It was a warmth that tingled and spiraled and wrapped tight around me.
It chased everything else away until I was just a big ball of pleasure needing more and more or else I might fall off the face of the mountain altogether.
I sucked at Treg’s tongue as they pulled back only to slide back in deep and firm.
I squeezed and a growl echoed up their throat.
Inside, their dick grew. I was imagining that, right?
Dicks didn’t magically grow, spread, and expand to fill empty space.
They were solid materials not water or air.
Treg chuckled at my confusion and then it clicked.
They’d mentioned knotting in the shower!
This was--- my brain flip-flopped trying to wrap itself around the pressing sensations nibbling at all my nerve endings.
Treg wasn’t small to start with and now with their knot spread out there wasn’t one bit of wiggle room left inside me.
I panted, breathing through the pleasure that threatened to become too much.
“Breathe, mate. You have to remember to breathe,” Treg whispered to me. “Breathe for me. Concentrate.”
“I can’t- I mean I am – only it’s on how….” My words trailed off, and I had to try again. “You’re all I can think about,” I managed to get the words out.
“Claim me then,” they whispered.
The world didn’t magically right itself at the instruction but they gave me something to focus on while we were stuck in a position that touched all the spots I loved to be brushed against during a good romp.
Only the constant pressure was threatening to make me cum right now.
Treg shifted their weight forward and I licked their claiming gland.
Their skin was salty and sweet at the same time.
“BITE!” my wolf howled into my thoughts and Treg flinched, proving he was eavesdropping and jerking inside me until I saw stars from the pressure of trying not to explode right there while their knot was still buried deep inside me.
“Bite,” my wolf said again, quieter this time.
He wouldn’t meet Treg’s wolf until we finished the claiming vows and that should’ve been a simple thing to do. Only my head reeled and my body cried out for Treg to move hard and fast, giving me more and more. We were stuck.
“Claim me, mate,” Treg said again, gentler this time.
I kissed their claiming gland one more time before borrowing my wolf’s long, sharp canine and piercing the taut skin over the gland on their shoulder.
The clear magical fluid erupted into my mouth, a volcano, tasting of cinnamon, sugar, and another spice I couldn’t put my finger on.
My mate was almost my own personal pumpkin spice latte.
Only they were better because unlike those traitorous lattes they’d be around for me all year long.
Treg’s memories flooded into my mind. Most of what went through their head was all about their friends and web comic.
They weren’t close to their family – despite it being large.
They felt like a lone wolf until they became close to Grina and Chasten and now, they’d do anything for them.
Information poured into my head. I knew how to use artistic tech that I never even heard of.
I knew how to hand draw dozens of custom fonts if I wanted to.
I knew the story of their web comic from start to finish and I loved it!
Of all the magic I ever knew, this was the best.
When their gland ran dry, I kissed Treg hard and tried to move.
I could rock my hips a little but neither of us were going anywhere for a while.
So, we kissed. Kissing them was the best thing in the world even if I longed for the friction of our bodies grinding together to return.
After a while, all my wiggling around was rewarded by their knot giving an inch.
Treg grunted as I slid back and forth, rocking my hips, and taking full advantage of whatever room we had to move in.
I squeezed as much as I could, teasing their knot and making them moan against my lips.
Their pleasure rained down on me over the mating link.
Now that our wolves could reach each other everything was more intense – doubled or tripled.
What sensations belonged to them or me didn’t matter anymore. All of them belonged to us.
Reaching between our bodies, Treg stroked my dick as their knot loosened up bit by bit, allowing us more freedom.
Their thrusts started back up slowly but soon followed the hard and deeply penetrating pattern my body craved.
They sank into me, deeper and deeper each time, pounding away as the sensations washed over both of us.
Their fist kept hold of my dick, stroking frantically, trying to keep in sync with how our bodies met again and again.
Their dick twitched inside me and their thrusts became shallower.
They kept hold of my dick until I came for the second time in such a short period.
I made a mess of both of us this time, but Treg didn’t seem to mind.
They kissed me hard and their thrusts came harder, stretching me and drawing out the tingly pleasure of my orgasm.
Their dick twitched inside me again, violently this time before pouring out its warm, sticky seed into my body.
I panted as they kissed me again and again.
Hell, maybe we kissed until time ended and the whole world had to start up again.
We’d never have known and part of me wanted to keep them locked up in my little cave forever. Maybe I could.
I held them close even as they rolled to their side and snuggled in next to me. I needed their warm body pressed against mine because if we weren’t touching, we were too far apart. We lay like that, panting in post-coital bliss until we dozed off.