“Depends on the act,” I said, blushing. “On occasion I’ve been as loud as a tom cat in heat.”
Vatten laughed and kissed me again. This one was short and hard. Stepping forward he walked me backwards until I found myself pressed between him and the door. He kissed me again, our tongues dancing between our mouths as he undid my fly. He pushed my pants down with one hand while the other one rested on the back of my head. Then he did the same with my catnip-patterned boxer briefs.
That’s when I learned that Vatten went straight for the balls. His fingers danced softly over the textured skin of my scrotum as we kissed. The delicate, little caresses sent tiny bolts of lightning throughout my body, like a million little promises of what was to come. He walked his soft fingers up my shaft. I’d been hard since the moment his lips touched mine inside the underground bedroom.
Thunder abused the clouds above our heads as his fingers wrapped around me. He held me tight for a second before starting to stroke. His nimble tongue danced circles around mine as the warmth of his palm spread over me like warm honey, sweet and thick. I leaned back against the door, relaxing despite the storm as it continued to vent its frustrations with being trapped in the sky.
Vatten took his time touching me. His strokes were tight but slow as if he mapped out my body with each pass of his fist. I leaned my head back against the door, letting my thoughts trail off. Who needed to think at a time like this? Who needed to try to figure out such trivial things as magical attacks and the weather?Those things were someone else’s jobs. I was a toy maker. Though, I felt a bit more like a toy than a maker at the moment.
Vatten started to drop to his knees, but I stopped him. The room was carpeted to protect feet against the cold concrete of the Burrow, but carpet burn sucked and nothing was allowed to harm him now that he was with me. I’d shred the carpet if it so much as left one little mark on him. So I motioned to the bed with its pillows. He grabbed one and tried to put it behind my head before realizing that I meant he should use it to kneel on. He kissed me again, trying not to laugh before dropping the pillow on the floor and sinking down onto it. He looked up at me with those big eyes that were impossible to look away from as he ran his tongue in circles around the tip of my cock. Air hitched in my lungs as little bolts zipped through me. My knees gave a little and Vatten slid his hands behind my ass, kneading his soft, nimble fingers into my flesh.
Then his head dipped lower and his tongue drew moist zigzags over my scrotum, teasing me, before licking up high and returning his attention to my dick. He licked me eagerly, the laps long but coming quickly one after the other until he finally slipped his generous mouth over the head of my dick. He held onto my ass as he sank his mouth over me again and again. My nails dug into the wood of the door. That’s something I’d have to sand out later so it didn’t look like someone tore their nails out trying to escape the underground bedroom.
I lost track of how much time Vatten spent on his knees blessing me with the flat of his tongue. Time wasn’t real anyway. It was something we made up to boss other people around with.
Everything inside me drew up heavy and tight, making me bite my lip not to yowl out my pleasure for the whole of the groupto hear. One of Vatten’s warm hands left my ass and found its way down my hip and thigh to cup my balls. That added touch was enough. I opened my mouth to tell him I was close, but he only drew up and flicked his tongue across my tip before sinking down again. That was all it took. Everything inside me exploded and my warm, sticky seed spilled over his tongue. Vatten didn’t relinquish his grip on me until every last drop of pleasure had been milked from me.
I leaned back against the door, panting, my mind reeling from how good his mouth and hands had felt on me. Vatten stripped me out of my pants and underwear the rest of the way while I gathered what wits he hadn’t sucked out of me. He rose gracefully and rose to his tiptoes to place a kiss on my forehead before leading me to the bed. A little smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. He was so damn satisfied with himself, and I loved how smug he smelled. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the nightstand door that doubled as a mini fridge. I handed Vatten a bottle of water and then downed one myself.
“I’m horrible at this mate thing. I never fed you before we left.”
“I had a danish,” he shrugged. “Or are you implying I deserve a treat for being a good boy?”
“I ne—I---”
“It was a joke,” he grinned and motioned for me to lay down. When I did, he crawled in bed next to me and rested his head on my chest. “I mean it was either that or I’d say you didn’t even have to cover it in peanut butter before I swallowed it.”
“Has someone actually said that to you?” I blinked.
“Yeah, but it’s okay. He was a dog too. Do you know that domestic shifters are the least likely to have a nut allergy? It’s true science but still funny. A nut allergy.”
I laughed and kissed the top of his head. We took a brief cat nap before we found ourselves in the shower. Vatten didn’t even make a joke when I slipped a shower cap on to protect my hair. Getting it wet without my full supplies meant that I’d look like I was full of static electricity. We scrubbed each other clean and Vatten washed his hair. I always sort of envied people who could wash their hair and let the air have a go at it while it was still wet with little to no consequences, but I loved running my fingers through his soapy locks.
After we were clean and dry, we made our way back to the bed. Above us lightning and thunder still battled for control of the skies, but it wasn’t long before we were kissing again. How could I have possibly lain next to my mate without getting hard? It was impossible. The scent of his sweet arousal seeped into every inch of the enclosed space. I stroked Vatten softly, reveling in his warm strength. He had some girth to him that rubbed up against my palm perfectly. A low whimper escaped his throat and he sat up.
Like animals, shifters communicate a lot with body language. Sometimes species to species body language can be hard to read but when your dog shifter true-mate crawls to the other end of the bed and goes head down, ass up you know he’s had all your teasing that he’s going to take.
He flashed me a look between his spread legs that said, ‘are you coming?’ as his whole body vibrated from what I guessed to be some internal tail wag from his dog. I crawled to the other end of the bed with him and ran my fingers up and down hisback. Vatten arched his back, moving to command my fingers to exactly where he wanted them. He was so slick that his arousal pooled there around his omegahole. I brushed my fingers against it, warm and velvety, between our flesh.
Chapter 12
Vattan
Canton Valley Farm
Everything inside me wagged when Eran’s long fingers dipped into my body, brushing against the nerve endings that had been begging for attention since we locked ourselves in our personal little underground bunker. I rocked over his digits, drawing my pleasure from the slight fullness and squeezing them tight, letting him know I could take more than that. A soft growl of desire echoed from deep within his belly. His fingers disappeared in an instant. He was over me, his mouth on the back of my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin. A second later, the head of his hard, throbbing cock brushed against my slick omegahole. I vibrated again, making him slip and slide over my hole. He bit the back of my neck and my toes curled into the soft comforter that covered the bed. Yep. We were going to have to do laundry before we left.
He bit me again and growled. His cat wanted me to stay in place, but the growl sent a delight through me and my dog’s tail wagged again. One of Eran’s big hands wrapped around my thigh holding me in place as the head of his cock probed into my body. I bit my lip. I wanted to bark or howl or do anything to let some of the excitement out. Instead, I buried my face in the comforter as he thrust himself into me inch by inch. His dick rubbed up against all my hungry, demanding nerve endings andI squeezed him hard. He breathed out hard against the back of my neck and I smirked against the comforter’s flower pattern.
Eran thrust again, sinking the rest of his hard cock into me. Then his arms were around me, holding me in place even as I vibrated. His teeth dug into the back of my neck, mingling pain and pleasure in the best ways. It stung in perfect contrast with the velvety rub of his smooth shaft against the slickest parts of me. I lost myself in all the sensations flooding over me until I was one big ball of rocking, vibrating pleasure. I squeezed his dick over and over again, reveling in how big he was inside me. Slowly, my vibrating calmed as our bodies found their rhythm but started back up anytime Eran relinquished his toothy hold on the back of my neck.
So when he started kissing over to my claiming gland, he held me tight with both arms and nipped me along the way. He left a little trail of love bites from the nape of my neck all the way over to my claiming gland filled with the clear magical fluid that would fill his head with my memories. He kissed and sucked on the gland as he thrust into my body. I squeezed him hard whenever it stung a bit. Eventually his tooth grazed the taut skin over my gland just right and the clear magical fluid flooded out in rivers and streams that he chased down with his tongue. His thrusting slowed as he lapped up my memories. I squeezed him over and over again, savoring how he felt inside me, all pressed up against my nerve endings and sweet spots.
When the fluid from my claiming gland ran dry, Eran rose up onto his knees and gripped my hips. I vibrated again and he whispered, “You’re such a good boy, Vatten.” I blushed as he started to thrust in earnest again. Whatever memories inside my claiming gland must’ve shown him how much of a thing thepraise kink was within the dog shifter community. “Such a good boy.”
I nodded into the blanket because I was a good boy. I was the best boy. At least I was when I was in bed. Outside the bedroom it always sounded so dumb to me.
Eran’s fingers dug into my flesh as our bodies rocked together. His thrusts came faster, rubbing against me more and more until I couldn’t think straight. Was he feeling this over his open part of our mating link? I’d bite him soon. I’d turn around and--- Everything inside me drew up tight and heavy all at once as he wrapped his hand around my cock and whispered into my ear, “you are such a good fucking boy, and it feels so fucking good to be buried inside of you.”
