Page 74 of Chev's Mate

His shaft is soft and warm, and I love the noise he makes as I brush my finger over it. He continues to hold himself, and I make eye contact with him as I let the remainder of my fingers fall between his.

“Vanessa,” Chev gasps. “What’re you doing?”

I squeeze his length, and when I give a timid nod, he slowly works his fist up and down. I follow his lead, and we stroke him together.

“I want to make you cum,” I say.

Chev grunts. “You’re about to, my mate. I’m going to cum so fucking hard for you.”

He speeds up his movements, his eyes darting to my chest. I know he likes my breasts, and I lean forward so they hang.

I can tell he enjoys the sight by the loud moan he lets out, and a second later, he stops moving his hand and begins fucking our fists instead. The tip of him continues to leak, and I watch him disappear and reappear behind our fingers.

“I’m about to cum,” he warns.

I don’t remove my hand. I want to feel it.

“Van—”

Chev’s voice abruptly ends with a moan, and his cum splatters across his chest. It almost reaches his chin, and I jolt. Still, I continue to hold him, refusing to let myself feel bad as his cum seeps between our fingers.

This is my mate. Chev is my mate.

He covers himself and my hand, and only once he stops leaking do I release him. He grunts, but he otherwise remains silent as I climb off the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” I say.

I head into the kitchen, needing to clean my hand and take a moment for myself. Chev follows, his footsteps heavy as he walks behind me, but he doesn’t try to speak. He watches silently as I wash my hands, scrubbing his cum off me.

I don’t like the feeling of it.

Chev’s warmth surrounds me, and I avoid leaning against his cum-covered chest as he takes over scrubbing my fingers and palms.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod.

Chev kisses the side of my head. “Please use your words. I need to hear it.”

“I’m okay,” I admit. “I like touching you. I like making you feel good.”

He relaxes around me, and I pull my hands out of the sink before turning to look around the kitchen. He’s reconstructed this entire room for me. He’s planted a hundred little flowers outside and filled his bathroom with every product I could ever want. He agreed, without hesitation, to a life without intimacy and has never once pushed me for more.

We’re alone on his lands, in his home, but he still never pushed me. It would’ve been easy for him to pressure me into doing more, but he only takes what I explicitly ask for and offer.

“Do you like living in Wrath?” I ask.

Chev clears his throat and steps in front of me. He looks concerned, his nose scrunched as he scans me from head to toe. After a moment, he shrugs.

“I don’t mind it,” he says. “I miss my home, but I would miss you more if I left.”

At this point, it’s apparent that fighting our bond is useless. I can’t imagine a future without Chev, and I doubt he can, either.He’s waited his entire life for me, and we’re only prolonging the inevitable.

These lands are Chev’s home, and despite how little time I’ve spent here, I feel comfortable. I can see myself sleeping in his bed with him and cooking in the kitchen, and I can imagine our children wreaking havoc in the woods outside.

Our bond hums, and I place a hand over my heart as Chev nervously grabs a towel and wipes the dripping cum off his chest and stomach.

“What’re you feeling?” he asks.

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