Page 12 of Claimed for Eternity

I thrust up into his mouth again, pressing against his hand to take my pleasure. He pushed me back down flat onto the seat and his tongue tormented my tip with little zigzags and circles until orgasm rattled my brains and a guttural growl crawled out of me. Barry drank down my pleasure like a hunter with a mouth full of that coppery blood he thought about so much. He drank it down like it was the marrow of his prey and he enjoyed every drop because he didn’t stop until there was no more pleasure left to come out of me.

I tugged on his hand that had its fingers entwined with mine until he scooted up over me and we kissed. Our lips crashed together hungry and needy even though I just came. His hard dick brushed against me through his pants, and I growled into the kiss. I was still slick, and I’d be hard again soon. Here or at SLEEP? Here or out in the woods?

“Romping here and food at BAKE?”Barry suggested as I freed his dick.

He was long, thick, and prone to knotting. That latter prowess was probably what accounted for the majority of our conceptions. That and I finally got out of my own head about the whole process. Preston and Mori had taken a while to conceive but since then almost all of our kids were made without trying too hard.

“Worried I’ll knot you in here?” Barry teased.

“Not really. I’m already pregnant. Whatever hormonal changes set off knotting usually don’t happen while I’m pregnant. What? I might not be a medical doctor, but I do notice patterns over time, and we’ve spent a lot of time in bed that I could collect data from.”

“Keep talking science to me,” Barry wiggled his eyebrows. “No, really. It’s hot.”

I kissed him because what else could I do? After all these years, all the kids, all the vacations, the fights, the wars, and even this pregnancy, we still had it. Whatever spark burnt bright between us the day he showed up on my doorstep with those wildflowers in hand, we still had.

The carriage wasn’t anywhere near wide enough for either of us to stretch out. Barry ended up with one knee on the seat and his other leg off of it with my legs wrapped around him. I laughed as we contorted ourselves so that his hard, throbbing dick brushed against my omegahole. I was slick enough that I shoved a towel under me to safeguard the seat before he totally stole my pants and boxer briefs. I was hard again too. It didn’t matter that I’d only come a few minutes ago. It’d been a while and pregnancy always left me craving more Barry all of the time.

I bit my lip as he lined up our bodies and the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head of his cock pressed against my hole with a warm familiarity. I let out a long, slow breath as my mate pushed his way inside me inch by glorious inch. I melted into the seat again as he filled me up, brushing against my every nerve ending. There was something soul soothing in the familiar pace of his steady thrusts and the way he claimed my mouth for a kiss as soon as our bodies found the familiar rhythm of our most intimate dance.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as best as I could at the creative position, we found ourselves in. His gaze met mine and held it as our bodies moved together. We needed this – this romp in the carriage, this vacation on a whole other continent, this time where we could just be ourselves without all the demands of life, work, and the spirits hounding us.

His thrusting sent a warm fire snaking its way around my limbs and torso until I burnt hotter with each little movementhe made. I squeezed his dick inside me, reveling in how full he made me feel and how his pulse thrummed against my insides. His tongue slipped between my lips again and a sigh escaped me as his hands moved to cradle my face. He held me there, gazing into my eyes, as we made love. The heat between us stoked by every thrust he gave to me until my nails dug into his back and threatened to turn into claws.

“Barry. Alpha. Barry.” I repeated his name and title over and over like a mantra. They were my favorite words to say while he was buried balls deep inside me.

“Xenos,” he whispered and claimed my lips with another soft kiss.

My body tightened around him again – this time for good. I held tight, squeezing him as his thrusts came quicker, growing almost frantic as our pleasure mingled over our mating link. It rained down over us, stoking the fire inside me and making Barry more determined than ever to bring me over the brink again before he came.

Reaching between our bodies, he took my cock in his big, warm hand and stroked me in time with his thrusts driving into my body. I bit my lip before a growl escaped my throat against my wishes. Everything inside me burnt firelight bright until I saw stars as my dick shook in his hand. Pleasure wrapped around my cock and spread out over my body as the contrast of his thrusting and stroking tore apart any semblance I had of self-control. I came apart underneath him – writhing, squirming, giving in to the demands of my body that I not hold onto every responsibility that ever grazed against my aura. He was mine and I was his and this is the way we should’ve been all this time. Together. Too close but never close enough.

I was so fucking close to the edge. I didn’t need to tell Barry. He was almost there too. His pleasure and need pounded over our mating link, cascading over my body until it was hardto breathe as my dick shook violently, letting loose its sticky streams of pleasure. I barely had time to grab the towel and contain the mess before it happened. Barry didn’t miss a beat. Not even while I writhed under him, cumming all over his hand and the towel. He thrust into me again and again, going faster and harder, seeking out his own pleasure in the depths of my body.

“Alpha! Barry! Fuck! Fuck!” I dug my nails into his shoulder blades as his hard thrusts kept coming into me making it hard to breathe or think or do anything besides hold onto him and ride out my orgasm and his pleasure together.

“Barry,” I growled his name again as the thick head of his cock hit the perfect spot inside me, sending a fresh wave of pleasure wrapping around my body. Then his dick shook inside me, giving off his trembling warning before his pleasure and warm, sticky seed spilled into me.

“Xenos!” he howled, tossing his head back in victory.

Through the stars in my vision, I barely made out the points of his ears. I loved those freaking points. I loved every last bit of this man. Our bodies didn’t fall still until there wasn’t another drop of pleasure to milk out of either of us. I dozed off on the seat as Barry cleaned up what little mess we made and found a laundry bag under the seat for the dirty towels. When I booked the carriage ride I wondered why it was the most expensive one I’d ever heard of but now I knew. It was full service. Well, almost. You had to bring your own happy ending along with you.

Chapter Eight

Barry

The first thing we did at SLEEP was hit the shower together even before we had a real chance to look around. I loved being encased in the elven architecture, but I loved being encased in Xenos’s body even more. I took him again in the shower, up against the white marble shower wall with the window open on the other side of the room. We were on the third floor and only the birds, squirrels, and raccoons could spy on us. He said my name over and over again. It was my favorite fucking sound when it tumbled off his lips.

“Bartholomew,” he growled as I sank hard and deep into him.

He was the only one allowed to call me by that name. The only one who could say it without sending a jolt of the macabre past jabbing between my ribs. I held both of his hands above his head against the marble as I sank into him again and again. How had we put this off so long? How had we let the world stand between us? I could devour him now. Crawl inside his skin and be one with him for the rest of time. I slid my free hand to his stomach, cradling his baby bump and protecting it from the wall as we moved together. He came hard again. Three times in one afternoon wasn’t our record, but it was close. Not as close as when he was in heat, but pregnancy had its own perks.

His body closed tight around my dick as he came there, surrounded by white elven marble while the warm, crystal-clear water rained down over us. The whole room smelled like an elven forest. At least it had until we mated in the shower. Now our scents clung to the humidity in the air, marking the roomand the suite as our own. Xenos panted, leaning his arms against the wall when I let go of his wrists.

“I need a break, alpha,” he chuckled. “I think I’m out of shape.”

“I think you’re just hungry and carrying our pup,” I said, running my hand over his small baby bump. “Let me clean you up and then we can hit BAKE or order room service.”

“Do you think they’ll have meat that I can eat?” he asked.

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