Page 20 of Prayers for the Prickly

“I can get used to this,” August said. “Though with both of us being early risers, our best time of day to enjoy it would be after we’d climbed in bed for the night.”

“You have a valid point there,” I concurred. “Just know that however long you stay up late working, I’ll always be in the next room over, waiting to go to bed with you.”

Another gasp, and another of those sweetly adorable eeps.

Holy fucking what the fuck? When did I start thinking of any sound like that? I guess when you foundthe one, even the things that you never thought you were capable of burst forth. Who knew? They might even make me a better person.

He hugged my arm to his chest while I cuddled him, as we stared through the skylight at the clouds rolling across the stars.

“Looks like we’re in for a fierce one,” I murmured. “Just wait until you see the view from this vantage point, when everything begins to light up around us.”

“As long as you promise we can match it with fireworks of our own.”

“Challenge accepted.”

For the first time since we met, I was free to touch him all over, without any clothes or people to get in the way. Skimming my knuckles along his side prompted some squirming and a fair bit of giggling, too.

“I thought we were under a truce?” August muttered.

“I thought that was specifically related to toes?” I fired back.

“Ohh, now that’s splitting hairs, you can’t even give me feet to go along with the toes?”

“Nope.”

“I’m going to have to remember to be extremely specific when negotiating terms with you.”

“That might be wise.”

“Uh huh. Very wise, unless I want to spend a great deal of time trying to outsmart a weasel.”

“Ohh, ohh, you went there.”

“You’re damn right I did.”

“And because of that, I am now fully obligated to defend the honor of wolverines everywhere.” With that, I officially broke the truce, until he was squirming on the bed, begging me to stop tickling him and fuck him.

Snarling, I rolled my hedgehog over and pinned his hands over his head, looming over him as I rubbed our erections together. His eyes were honey brown, and when he flicked out his tongue, I captured it between my teeth and gave a little tug before letting go. Sputtering, he started to say something, so I silenced him with a kiss and started rocking again. Slowly, languid movements meant to tease us both.

I’d never known how much my body and my wolverine longed to find our fated mate, but tonight, they were letting their desires be clearly known as I threw my head back, rutting a little faster.

“Gregor!” August moaned, “Why are you tormenting me?”

“Told you I was obligated to defend the honor of wolverines everywhere,” I panted, so close, but not wanting either of us to come for the first time yet.

Sucking in a breath, I went still over him, slowed my rubbing to hardly any movement at all, and breathed out a long breath before kissing my way down the center of his body. He mewed and whined a little, but didn’t complain, or beg me to hurry the hell back up.

I took my time kissing his belly, a prelude to a time when it would be rounded with our babies. He hissed and rocked when I nipped and licked my way along the juncture of his thighs, then back up the center of his body again, deliberately letting my chest and belly slide over his length. I loved the way his eyes widened when he gasped, back bowing a little in a quest to get more friction.

I worked my way to the left this time, over his peck, capturing his nipple, grazing my teeth over the nub just to feel him arch a little more. When he hooked a leg over my thigh and pressed our lower bodies together again, I was the one to groan around his nipple and let my eyes drift closed as my body shuddered. I sucked it to the beat of my heart in my ears while he writhed and did his best to rub against me, even when I pulled my hips away to make it more difficult.

Slowly, as he began to settle down, I eased off the nipple and raised my head so I could see his eyes, pupils blown, as he panted and parted his lips. Desire made me desperate as I crushed our mouths together like I was trying to crawl inside of him.

Goddess help me, I wouldn’t rush, but I was aching to get to the point when I had my tongue and cock inside of him, swallowing his delicious moans while we fucked. When we broke apart, I pressed our foreheads together and breathed in the scent of him, noting that the candy scent had faded, while that sexy sweet slick of his smelled extra good.

Slowly, so as to not ignite the urge to rapidly rub against him again, I took my time mapping his face with kisses before nibbling beneath his ear.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit, why is it that everything you do tickles?” August squealed.

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