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“Not yet,” he said, moving his feet and pushing my chair back as if he needed a better view.

My skin had absorbed most of the lotion, but I rubbed on, pumping my fist up and down my shaft and squeezing when I felt brave enough to risk it.

“Now?” I asked again, my breath coming in heavy pants.

“Now what?” Kirk toyed with me.

“Can I cum now?”

“Not until I have my mouth all wrapped around you,” he shook his head, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from howling. The sound caught in my throat and for a second, Icouldn’t breathe. It was all too much. He was too much! I let out the breath and kept stroking. My balls drew up heavier and heavier with each passing second. I squirmed, slickness pooling around my omegahole.

Then finally Kirk took mercy upon me and dropped to his knees. He spread my legs open wider, making room for himself and knocked my hand away. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, desperate for something – anything – to hold onto. Kirk was such an asshole! He licked around the head of my dick, teasing me until my hips rocked up, silently begging him to take me into his mouth and finally allow me to let go of everything I held back.

His hands slid up and down my thighs, leaving behind a warm trail even through my clothes. Then finally -blessedly – he placed a promising kiss on the head of my dick and slid his mouth down over me. He slid down my shaft but didn’t make it but halfway back up before my warm, sticky seed exploded inside his mouth. Kirk drank down my pleasure and I let out a happy, content sigh. Like everything about Kirk so far – this too was worth the wait.

Chapter Eight

Kirk

It was a good thing that Mercy of Frost didn’t put a limit on the amount of time their staff received off for their mating moons because I never liked to rush good things and Chasten quickly became the best part of my life. Even as we drove each other crazy as we settled in together. I was more of a ‘neat freak’ than he ever imagined a man to be and he left wet towels on the bathroom floor. I didn’t mind going behind him and picking stuff up because I learned in college – the first go round – that the person who most enjoys a tidy home ends up doing most of the work or arguing until they’re blue in the face. I didn’t want to argue with Chasten and it didn’t take long to toss a wet towel in the hamper or over the towel bar.

The day after I ‘moved in’ with him my roommate had already found another nurse looking for a place to rent. He crashed on the sofa the first night I spent at Chasten’s. That night might’ve been the night we exchanged our claiming vows but when it came time to check Chasten’s glucose levels he got a bit green about it. He’d done fine with it the first time on his own but sometimes irrational fears came in waves. I checked it for him, and he spent the rest of the night apologizing for not being able to do it himself. I didn’t tell him, but I was just glad it was in a healthy range and he was upright.

The next morning after breakfast (I didn’t entice Chasten to jack off while I cooked this time) we headed over and packed up what few belongings were actually mine. The place came furnished and I considered myself a minimalist more or less. I had some clothes – mostly scrubs for work, a few items from my childhood, some books and my ski equipment. While wepacked up and cleaned the room for the next inhabitant Chasten remarked about how tidy both my roommate and I were.

“It helps that we both work a lot. You can do that when you’re single and all,” I shrugged as I grabbed my coffee mugs, rice maker, and knife set from the kitchen. “Wait do you have a rice maker?”

“Yeah,” Chasten nodded.

“Eh, I’ll leave this one for them then. No need to have one floating around in a cabinet for the next decade not getting used,” I said and sat it back in the spot it had lived for the last few years.

I opened the fridge to double-check that there wasn’t anything I really wanted left behind. Nothing in there wasn’t replaceable so I left what little groceries I kept in the house behind too. At Chasten’s we had a fully stocked kitchen. So, I wouldn’t miss anything I left behind. With my few totes loaded into the back of the truck we headed home.

“How are you feeling?” I asked Chasten as we pulled out of the driveway.

“Are you going to ask me that forever?”

“Probably. Not just because you fainted, but because I want to know how you’re feeling,” I shrugged.

“We need the claiming vows, don’t we?”

“Do you want them?” I asked him.

“More than anything,” he nodded, glancing at me.

I kept my eyes on the road so I wasn’t overly distracted by him. Safety first. Even if my wolf was nuzzling against my ribs in an attempt to reach the wolf within Chasten.

He flinched as his phone vibrated inside his pocket.

“That’s probably Grina or Treg,” he shrugged.

“You can answer it. You probably should. You’re pretty close with them, huh?”

“Yeah,” Chasten nodded. “We’re all close. I just--- I don’t know how much I’m ready to share with them about everything.”

“You don’t owe them your private medical information. You don’t owe anyone that. You can talk to them without giving them that. Well, if they’re good friends you can. They might ask but you can always let them know you’re not ready to talk about it.”

“I don’t want them trying to boss me around with food,” Chasten scrunched up his nose.

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