Page 32 of Baldr's Secret Mate

All at once the world seemed to fall away. We were no longer at the bottom of some strange ruin, lost in a strange realm, or on the run. Instead, it was just me and him, our bodies as one at last. I felt the warm heat of affection flow through my chest, intensified by that new experience with a man I cared very much about to begin with. It was hard to imagine doing this with anyone else or having it feel nearly as incredible. And even though Baldr was still in his Alpha form, his instincts driving his every decision, he was still gentle, thoughtful, and delicate with my virgin body. However, the speed at which things were ramping up, I wasn’t going to remain a virgin for long. That thought, and the fact that it was Baldr giving this gift to me, turned me on more than I could ever imagine.

Pre-cum leaked out of my cock onto Baldr’s belly as I rocked back and forth, working his massive dick deeper inside me. He pulsed and throbbed inside of me, striking a sweet spot that made me cry out in pleasure. I had no idea what it was, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted more of it, and I wanted it now.

“Oh god…” I moaned, my neck arched toward the ceiling. I ground my hips forward, the sensitive underside of my cock rubbing against his belly. “Oh my god… fuck… that feels amazing.”

Baldr growled low in his throat, forcing me down even further on his cock. I cried out as my body was forced open,the full feeling driving me to new heights of pleasure. The thickness of his shaft pressed against that sweet spot, more pre-cum oozing out of me in waves. I felt like I might cum from that sensation alone. But judging by the heavy panting of Baldr and the way his body tensed below me, I had a feeling he wasn’t going to last long. And that was just fine with me.

Reaching down, I grabbed my own cock, swirling the pre-cum around my crown to get it nice a slick. I slowly began to jerk myself off, my hips moving in time with my hand. With slow, controlled movements, I rode up and down Baldr’s erection, savoring every sweet sensation that coursed through me. His claws gripped harder at my waist, but he didn’t force any of my movements. Instead he was trembling because of the effort it took to keep himself still. As my body began to loosen up, Baldr’s pre-cum eased the friction between us, making every movement more exquisite than the last. In fact, before I knew it, I found myself coming to rest against his knot.

I looked down at him, my face flushed with heat. “I don’t think I can do that part,” I said, voice trembling. “Not yet.”

He just nodded, either unable or unwilling to speak. With concentrated effort, he pulled his hands away from my hips, leaving behind bright red finger marks. Forcing his hands down at his side, he gave me another nod to continue. And I didn’t need to be told twice.

With ecstasy flowing through my veins, I pushed back against him, riding from knot to tip over and over again. The friction combined with my hand swirling over my cockhead was driving me to the edge. My vision seemed to tunnel in from the sides, trapping me in a haze of lust and sexual bliss. I pushed harder. Then faster. Anything to get me over the edge I was riding.

All at once, a low growl began to build in Baldr’s chest, vibrating through his cock and deep inside my body. His bodytensed and his cock seemed to swell inside me. I found the perfect spot, short quick movements grinding me to perfection. Baldr’s growl slowly built to a crescendo and all at once, I realized what was about to happen.

With a guttural moan, Baldr dug his hands into the soft earth around us, and his hips rocked forward. His knot came to rest against my hole as he buried himself as deep as he would go. A searing heat filled my belly as he came, coating my insides with his seed. That sensation combined with my own hand, drove me over the edge as well. With a cry, I leaned back, my cock throbbing wildly as I striped his chest and face with my load.

Baldr stared up at me, his tongue automatically licking the cum from his lips. He growled in satisfaction, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me down to his chest. Both of us were panting from the exertion, the rush of endorphins making it almost impossible to think. I ignored the mess between us, allowing myself to be wrapped up in his arms once more. I laid my head against his neck, breathing heavily as I tried to wrap my mind around what had just happened.

A wave of exhaustion washed over me and I felt like I was floating as he held me. Sleep was coming on fast. However, before it took me, I felt a strange tingle at the back of my neck, similar to when Baldr cast his telepathic bond between us. But this one seemed to be stronger. Much stronger.

But before I could think about it too much, I slipped into a dreamless sleep, the strength of his arms letting me know that no matter what the circumstances, I was safe with him.

Chapter Eighteen: Baldr

Ifelt warmer, safer, and more at home than I had in years. There were a handful of moments where I wasn’t quite sure if I was sleeping or awake. Maybe I was somewhere in between. But those were the moments I savored because anything was possible. Any thought I could dream up would come alive in front of my eyes.

And this time I saw myself lying in my own bed back at the resort, all tucked in and cozy with Mist at my side. I could feel his soft breath against my neck and the way he threw one leg over mine, trying to get as close as possible. I had my arms wrapped around him, holding him tight so that he knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

We were happy of course. The war with Tyr and Mist’s years of imprisonment were nothing but a fading memory. The only thing we had to worry about was what we were going to have for breakfast or where we might take a walk that day. My brothers were home, their own mates just as safe as mine. Everything was perfect.

But then flashes of memory began to invade my peace. I saw Tyr striking Mist and flinging him to the ground. I saw my mother’s spellbook tear as we stepped through the realm gate into an unknown world. There was peace and beauty for just a moment in those green fields before there was smoke, screeches, and serpents in the night. My vision shifted then as if I were outside of my own body. I watched as my Alpha wolf stalked toward Mist, intent on killing him in the adrenaline fueled fury of the moment. But then we were falling into darkness. It wasn’t until I came to again that the memories turned pleasant. My groin stirred remembering the way Mist’s body felt, his tight hole wrapped around my cock.

Had it all been a dream? I wasn’t sure. The vision was still fuzzy, like I was half in and half out of my wolven form. Everything was a confusing mix of emotions and sensations. We both reached orgasm at some point and after that I expected the feelings to fade.

However, I could still feel Mist in my arms. His breath still danced across my neck. And it wasn’t until I opened my eyes that I realized he really was in my arms, curled up on top of me. That wasn’t all either, I could smell the sex and cum on us both. And there, tingling at the back of my skull, was the faint buzz of a connection. It was no ordinary mate bond though. Something more had bonded between us and I swore I could almost see his dreams playing in my head. Something similar to the one I’d had about being back home with him.

And that wasn’t all. I could feel his magic as if it were my own. Without thinking, I reached for it, trying to get a sense of it. The moment my mind brushed up against it, I gasped aloud and forced my mind away from his. Suddenly I finally understood why Tyr had kept him in that dome for all those years. The power that was inside him was pure chaos, unfiltered and untamed. Fornearly a decade Mist had been building walls around his power, making sure that nobody could access it. Not even himself.

But I saw the truth. His walls were fragile at best and his magic leaked out of them like pinholes in a dam. Given enough time and trauma, that dam would burst and anyone within a mile radius would be caught in the blast. Mist himself would be consumed by it as well, of course, nothing left in his wake but ashes and scorched earth.

I’d never felt anything so terrifying and awe-inspiring in my life.

The moment the terror of his magic faded away, I realized the truth about this newfound connection between us that had somehow been run over by my curiosity before I could put words to it.

We were mated.

My heart raced as the full implications of what had happened settled over me. We were mated. Bonded for life. And while a part of me rejoiced at finally being connected to my true mate, another part was filled with dread.

I had seen my own death. It was coming soon, far too soon. And now I had bound Mist to me, ensuring that when I died, he would feel that loss more acutely than anyone else. The pain of losing a mate could drive a person mad with grief. Some never recovered. And considering the way I’d seen myself perish, it would hit him even harder now. How could he go on living after such a thing?

What had I done?

I looked down at Mist's peaceful sleeping face, guilt gnawing at my insides. He had no idea what was coming. No idea of the pain I had inadvertently sentenced him to. In my lust-fueled Alpha state, I had acted on instinct without considering the consequences. I knew why, of course. The wolf had recognized its mate and acted on instinct. And I... I hadwanted this too, even if I hadn't admitted it to myself. But I had known about my vision, about my impending death. I knew I shouldn't get close to anyone, least of all Mist. And yet here we were, bound together on a deeper level than any wolf had been bound before.

The bond usually came with the sharing of emotions. For some it was hardly there, only letting extreme emotions filter through during intense moments. But this was something else entirely. I could see Mist’s dreams in the back of my mind as I stared at him. Hell, I’d been sharing them while we were both sleeping. Not only that, I could touch his magic, feel it as if it were my very own. A part of me wondered if I could use it too, although I was too afraid to try. And if I was that closely bound to him, what did that mean for me when his magic finally burst forth like it inevitably would? I couldn’t see the future beyond my own death, but I had no doubt that would be the moment where he found he could no longer control the chaos roiling within him.

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