Page 23 of Rogue If You Want To
My heart beat so fast, and there was no hiding it. Not that I wanted to hide anything from my mate. We only had one first time together, and since we weren’t going to be able to mate, I wanted to make this special.
I kissed across his jawline, down his neck, further and further down his body, stopping to nibble at his nipples. The way his hand came up behind me, grasping at the back of my head… he liked it. He liked it a lot. I did too.
The scent in the room was all desire and slick, and I needed a taste of him. Further and further down I licked, nibbled, and sucked until I reached his hard cock.
I licked him from root to tip like a lollipop, watching his face as I did and loving the way his eyes flickered between man and beast. When he started to squirm, I circled the tip and then pulled it into my mouth. As difficult as it was, I was careful to make it good, but not too good. Careful not to go too hard and have him shoot his cum into my mouth. The first time he came, I wanted him to be inside me. Next time, I’d blow him until he exploded.
Up and down I went on his length, but as his balls started to tighten, I knew it was time to move on. He did too, pulling me up and off of him. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under my hips, then pushed my thighs back so he could see my glistening entrance in all its glory.
“I need a snack.” He looked up at me as he spoke.
I let out a moan as he circled my entrance with his tongue until I was squirming and then breached me with his tongue, showing me what his mouth could do to me, and damn, it was good.
I squirmed and bucked my hips, enjoying this so much, trying to meet his movements. He could feast on me for days, and he would, but not now. Now I needed more. I begged, pleaded, cried out for him to fill me.
“I don’t think I will ever be able to deny you, omega mine.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, sliding inside slowly. I put my legs up onto his shoulders.
He whispered my name like a prayer. Hearing him call me like that had the slow, steady pace out the window. I bucked my hips seeking more, harder and faster.
He took the less-than-subtle hint, thrusting in and out, over and over again, harder and faster, as he kept telling me I was his home.
I etched every facial expression, every noise that came from him, every plea, into my memory, wanting to hold on to this moment forever. This was my alpha, and no matter what tomorrow brought, that would never change
As we got closer to our climaxes, my otter started pushing. I knew that if I came now, I was going to lose control of my beast. I refused to let that happen to my mate. Not until we figured everything out.
He wrapped his hand around my length, jerking me once, twice, three times. I couldn’t hold back, my orgasm slamming into me as I shouted out his name, my vision that of my otter. I placed my hands on his chest, preventing my otter from plunging forward without extra effort.
He was holding back, too, but barely. He not only looked at me with his beast’s eyes, but he scented of fur.
He slammed into me one more time and came with a shout, filling me with his knot and locking us both together.
My otter nearly forced a partial shift, clamouring to mark him as ours. We both froze, locked in our own battles with our beastsuntil I was looking at my mate’s eyes through my own. Only then did I allow him to collapse on top of me.
“Home,” he whispered, kissing my neck where he would one day mark me, then rolling us to the side.
“Home,” he whispered again and pulled the blanket over us. “Thank you for holding me back. It was touch and go there for a second. My wolf kind of knows his mind.”
“To be fair, it was kind of touch and go for me too. If only life was as easy as they thought it to be.” But it wasn’t.
It wasn’t time to talk about any of that now. We were still in our bubble. This was about the two of us enjoying spending time together without all the garbage that came with real life.
So instead, I held him close and told him to rest up. He was going to need his energy soon.
13
TORIN
I entered the brand-new pack dining hall that Larkin had said was only completed recently. As it was breakfast time, the place was packed, and I stood at the door, surveying the tables filled with pack members.
I admired how Creven had brought together people who for different reasons didn’t belong anywhere else and formed a cohesive group. A few people glanced in my direction. Some nodded while others appeared curious and followed my progress to the serving area.
Otto preferred to eat in the room because he’d had a restless night. Also, he wasn’t ready for large groups. The one time he’d been in here, he’d insisted on sitting in a corner so he could see who was entering the building and if anyone came close to us. He’d told me to come here for a meal, saying I might pick up gossip that concerned him.
Creven and Auden were sitting in the middle of the room. This was awkward. Did I wave to them and sit elsewhere? Probably because I was just a guy, not even pack, one who’d broughttrouble to their door. None of the other members were eating with them.
I busied myself getting a tray and choosing what I wanted. But as I turned away from the serving area, Creven beckoned me over. Again, I wasn’t about to plonk myself down, assuming they wanted me to join them.
