After a while, a grunt from below me, made me realize I was clutching Irian to me so tightly he must be uncomfortable. I willed myself to relax my grip a little. A little, but not too much. I didn’t want space between us just yet.
I flicked my hair back.
My eyes fixed on the damp patch of hair at Irian's nape, the strands darkened with sweat, and felt the trickle as a coupleof drops of sweat rolled off me and landed in the cum on his back. My hips bucked gently a couple more times, my cock sliding along his crack, and I savored those last moments of warmth and closeness, before my cock softened.
“Ah,” I sighed as my cock slipped free.
Irian whirled around, and throwing his arms round my neck, surprised me with a set of hot, pouty lips pressed hard to mine in a bruising kiss. When he pulled back, gasping for air, he beamed at me. “Alpha, that was… that was…” He gave up. “Wow!”
My chest puffed out and I swear I grew a few centimeters taller. I couldn’t help it. My wolf rumbled his satisfaction, he’d pleased his mate.
The mattress sagged beneath our combined weights as I pulled Irian down, dragging the coverlet over us. We fell asleep curled up against each other, filthy, covered in sweat and cum, while the rain continued drumming down outside.
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Something startled me awake. At first, I couldn’t figure out what had disturbed me. The light in the room had barely changed with the advancing day - it was still gloomy, the light diffused and dull. Rain still pattered onto the cars outside, but it was a gentle rain now, droplets landing on metal with soft spitting sounds in a sibilant hiss.
Irian was curled up close to my side, our bare skins hot where they were in contact. He was a soft armful of omega to my hard alpha frame. His quiet huffs were regular and light. He was sleeping, and I marveled at it. That he was here, that he was in my arms, in my bed… that we could finally be who we were meant to be. An alpha and his mate.
A loud gurgling came from under the covers, and I realized what had woken me. We hadn’t eaten in 24 hours, and my high-metabolism body was demanding it be fed.
I waited one more minute, enjoying everything about this morning, then I nudged Irian awake.
He lifted his head off my chest, hair askew, eyes blinking blearily. For an instant I worried that he might have second thoughts, but no, his rosy cheeks were plumped and he couldn’t keep his lips straight. The twinkle in his eyes as the sleep cleared away was unmistakable.
“Hey, Irian,” I whispered.
“Hey, Talius.”
“Here we are.”
“Yeah, here we are.”
“Are you… okay with this?”
“Oh, yeah,” Irian replied dreamily, and the weight of his head settled comfortably onto my chest again. A strange surge of emotion ran through me but…
“I’m glad. But now I need to eat. I’m fucking starving!”
At that moment, my stomach decided to speak again, another long gurgle filling the silence.
Irian sprang up, his pale body almost ephemeral in the dim light, his dusky nipples shaking as he laughed. The movement caught my body’s attention and I went straight to half-mast, but we were not stopping for that now.
“C’mon,” I said, getting up off the bed and offering Irian my hand. His fingers were strong in mine, grasping my hand with a firm grip as he allowed me to pull him up. He seemed more confident again this morning, back to his old self as he grinned at me.
“Let’s clean up first, then go get something to eat.” I smiled back at him.
The shower recess was small, but not so cramped that we couldn’t have some fun in there. I stored that information away for later. Right now, food was the priority. I cleaned both of us up with a washcloth, and we pulled on our dirty clothes and made our way to the motel’s restaurant.
In the restaurant, large windows overlooked an amazing vista of wintry trees and distant snow-clad mountains, but we scarcely noticed.
Later, we returned to our room and I showed Irian some of the fun that could be had in a cramped hotel shower.
Two days later, the weather broke and we continued our journey.
Chapter 22
IRIAN