Mine.
The possessive word lays itself across my mind at the same time Aster reaches around and grips my cock. A shudder of pleasure runs through my body.
My wolf celebrates the fuck out of her claim on me. On my dick.
I move my hand, so it covers her smaller softer palm fisting the base of my root. My fingers close over the tops of hers, and I savor the feeling of her touch, her scent, as I slowly guide her fist up toward the tip, working the blood into the head.
She wraps one slender arm around my waist, pressing her naked body against my back. I turn to the side, so I can watch her in the mirror.
Mine.
I feel her assertion with more force this time. She is as possessive as I am. Or her wolf is. She may not be fully on board yet, but her body knows we belong together. Her wolf is making an alpha female claim on me.
I’m dying to be inside her. To fuck her long and hard. To drive into her and watch her face contort with pleasure when I make her come. To experience the privilege of sliding in and out of her tight channel as I coat my dick with the nectar she’s making just for me.
Aster slides her free hand down past my waist to caress my balls.
Oh fuck. Oh fate.
That’s all it takes. My balls pump and cum shoots down the length of my cock, spurting in ribbons into the tub.
Next time it will be into Aster’s mouth. Or over her tits. My thoughts turn disrespectful as I catalogue all the things I want to do to my gorgeous mate now that I know she’s a willing participant.
We can survive me never coming inside her if that’s what she wants. There are plenty of other ways to please each other. Especially if I can mark her.
I grab a washcloth and clean up, keeping one arm around my mate to keep her close.
Thank you, I sign.
She shakes her head at me, frowning.
Mine. She lays the word down fiercely in my mind.
I smile. Yes, I sign. I’m yours.
I love that she’s finding non-verbal ways to communicate with me. Finding a way into my world instead of asking me to push into the hearing world. She spent the afternoon asking me different signs and practicing her alphabet for fingerspelling. Which must mean she’s sticking around, right?
Fuck, I hope so.
I pick her up to straddle my waist. After carrying her to the living room, I set her on the couch and make a fire to warm the night chill from the place.
Hungry? I sign.
She remembers the sign from yesterday, and her face lights up. She signs yes, with a smile that nearly brings me to my knees.
This is what my mate looks like when she’s sated. This is what it’s like to care for her needs.
I can’t think of any greater privilege.
Chapter Fifteen
Aster
The next morning, I wake relaxed. I slept with my head on Noah’s shoulder, nestled against his large, muscled body. He fed me pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans last night, then used his clever tongue between my legs before I fell asleep in his arms.
He must already be up. I smell the scent of bacon and pancakes from the kitchen. I jump in the shower and dress in one of Noah’s shirts again. I like having his fresh fir tree scent engulf me–it relaxes me.
I find Noah monitoring his phone screen as he works the knobs of a controller. I look over his shoulder to see an aerial view of the Celestial Cradle. I rest my hand on his shoulder, and he startles, twisting to look at me with a quick grin.
