Page 67 of Petals and Strings
Instead, I pulled his mouth to mine, nipping at his lip before devouring my sweet boy. His lips parted and I dove in, my tongue teasing along his and every inch of his mouth, savoring his taste and feel as I finally gave him what he needed.
My moves were subtle and gentle. There was no reason to fuck him. I wanted this to be just as sweet as he was, to cherish every moment in sweet movements that could chase away every harsh touch we’d endured.
We didn’t shy away. This was different. New. Encouraged.
Wanted.
My body shuddered at the delicious slide of my walls around his hard cock as I slowly brought us both to the edge. His moans were quiet, little sounds that I committed to memory and soaked in, knowing they were only for me.
Sweat formed over my skin, the slide of our bodies mixing our scents in the air in a perfect sweet and spicy mix that healed a piece of my shattered soul.
This was right. It felt good physically and emotionally.
We were mates. There was no denying that, now.
“Touch me, Ansel. Make me come,” I commanded, my voice soft, but firm. He shuddered as he followed my order so perfectly. His hand slowly slid between us, seeking me out until he brushed his fingers over my clit. “Good boy.”
The praise was moaned out of me as his fingers swirled around my clit, the movements just as languid and unhurried as the sex. We were learning each other, savoring every sound,sigh, and shudder. Cataloguing and bringing each other to that precipice.
My walls fluttered around him, the orgasm so close I could feel my body coiling tightly, preparing to let go.
“Come with me, baby. Give me your cum,” I breathed out before locking my mouth on his. He whimpered against my lips, so fucking sweet for me.
His body tensed on command, my body clenching tightly around him as my own release crashed into me. His cock twitched as he groaned, low and quiet, filling me just like I demanded.
We caught our breath, clinging to each other in a desperate hug that ensured we didn’t break in the aftermath.
Only when he softened and slid out of me did I move, sliding on my pants and underwear again to hold in the evidence of what we did. My omega was pleased, loving the fact I was marked, his scent so closely tied with mine it wouldn’t fade.
“Come outside with me?” I asked as I stood, kissing him one last time to chase the flavor of his lips.
“Yes,” he agreed easily, letting me tug him to his feet and following me through the halls and out the conservatory door once we were dressed again.
Under the shade of the ash tree, we spread out in the thick grass. Our hands stayed connected as we rested there in the glow of our first time together.
There was no regret, only a sense of healing and acceptance we both desperately needed.
I’d vowed I’d never let another man bite me, but for this sweet omega, I might make an exception. Maybe it was time for me to consider just how far I’d let this pack take me.
To take control of bonding just like I did with my body.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Caspian
My mind was slowly waking up. The medication had taken me back into its claws, but I couldn’t fully blame just that.
It was my own fault as well. I’d been avoiding letting go.
Change was fucking hard.
Audrey had suggested I start writing my memories. I was never one for pen and paper so I’d settled in the computer lab, instead. Our stuff was monitored, and our access very limited, but I started a journal of sorts.
Memories. Unfiltered, the good and the bad, starting with that first meeting with Tatum.
I relived each one, my hands moving on autopilot as they played out in my head. The sounds, smells, sights, all falling onto the pages as if I were a man possessed.
It was a strange feeling. Like I finally had control over my own mind.
