It was just a sentence and a touch, but I vibrated as if I meant to shake us off the bed. Eran pressed his thumb against the head of my cock and I exploded, making a mess of his hand with the proof of my pleasure. I bit my lip and swallowed down the screaming howl, begging to be let out of me. I vibrated as Eran continued to thrust into me, seeking out his own pleasure. I rocked with him, squeezing him hard. Every little movement drew out the crashing waves of my own orgasm. He thrust once, twice, three more times before his warm, sticky seed exploded into my body and he bit the back of my neck to keep himself quiet. Our bodies kept moving- thrusting- driven forward by the true-mate response magic until not another drop of pleasure could be milked from either of us. Then we collapsed with him on top of me, nuzzling into the back of my neck where he’d bitten so much. It stung, but already the sensations had started to fade. I didn’t need a mirror to know that he had covered the back of my neck in bite marks and hickeys.
I rested under him, reveling in his weight and wondering how much of my thoughts he could pick up over our mating link.
“Fuck,” he panted. “I got a little caught up there. I should’ve turned you around so that you could bite me.”
“’s okay,” I mumbled, already feeling a bit sleepy. “I’ll get you in a minute. Knot you up.”
Eran said something, but I couldn’t make it out through the veil of satisfied sleep.
Chapter 13
Eran
Canton Valley Farm
After a short cat nap, we were kissing again and I found out that the good boy could also be the man who told me exactly how he wanted me once he double-checked that the room was stocked with lube. Canton and Bellamy made a point of ensuring all the bedrooms could provide the necessary things for safe romps. So fifteen minutes after waking up from our cat nap, he had me on my stomach with my legs sort of frogged out a bit, and he gave me a pillow to bite so I didn’t make too much noise.
As an omegasexual who is also vers I wasn’t a stranger to omegas who dabbled in topping, but a lot of my previous lovers had been shy about it. Vatten was not and that was hot. He gave very explicit instructions and followed up by asking me if it was okay or comfortable, striking the balance between assertive and caring.
He bit the back of my neck, finding my scruff. It was loose skin that most domestic cat shifters had that was elastic but looked like normal skin any time it wasn’t being pulled on. He dug in his teeth and my back went rigid. My ‘good boy’ was really taking charge. My dick throbbed against the comforter, and I fought not to hump into it as he worked his way into my body. My nails dug into my ‘biting pillow’ as my body made room forhim. He moved over me, thrusting in inch by inch, leaning over to look at my expression and then biting me again.
It was a different sort of pleasure than what topping gave. It was deeper, more all-consuming, and left me wanting more of him. His hands slid down my arms, fingering the muscles all the way down until he reached my hands. He entwined our fingers as he rocked inside me. It didn’t take me long to lose myself to the rocking and biting. Inside his inner sanctum, my cat was in much the same position with Vatten’s dog. Whatever size difference between the pair was taken care of by whatever magic ruled inside those internal spaces. My cat yowled out his pleasure for the world to hear but I swallowed the euphoria-riddled sounds.
Honey warm pleasure drifted over me, embedding itself in my cells. I writhed under him, riding out the deep sensations and waves as he thrust into me. He alternated between licking my neck and biting it, pulling up my scruff into his mouth. He bit harder the faster he thrusted and I thought perhaps he’d forget all about the claiming vows all together. His thoughts were all on me and how good it felt to be inside my body. He checked in on my scent and my reaction constantly. It was as if I’d forgotten how glorious it could be to give in to a top who knew what he was doing for a while.
His thrusts slowed as he kissed across my shoulder and licked over my claiming gland. I hissed. The damn thing was so full that it hurt to be touched. Vatten licked again, more gingerly this time. A second later, he borrowed his dog’s canine tooth and bit down. He lapped up the clear magical fluid flowing from my gland without giving any of it a chance to escape. He drank down my memories and my knowledge of the GGB Territory. Heswallowed it all and slowly I realized he felt my pleasure too as our mating link was now wide open.
All our joint sensations mingled over our mating link and Vatten’s thrusts picked up speed. No longer did he have to make an effort to check in with me. The mating link being open wide meant he had constant and instant feedback. No longer held back by the not knowing, he let go a bit. His thrusts came faster, deeper. His fingers dug into my hands and his teeth held tight to my scruff. I lost myself to the pleasure raining down over us and coiling around me as everything inside me drew up tight and hot like a spring waiting to explode when it finally bounced back. Now, I didn’t have to tell him that I was close. He knew just like I knew he was close too.
Lost to the sensation dripping over my body, I ground my dick into the bed, unable to stop myself. A few moments later, I saw stars as my body trembled and I made a mess of the bed. Vatten thrust quicker, drawing out my pleasure, and sending wave after wave of sensation crashing into me. His dick twitched inside me – once, twice, and then he came too. Hard and sticky, biting my neck not to howl out his pleasure. He didn’t stop until there wasn’t anything else to be milked from either of us. Then he collapsed on the bed next to me and pulled me close. Our mouths met in a breathy kiss.
“I think I fucked you pregnant,” he let out a breathy laugh, and I laughed too rolling on my side so that I could cuddle him. We might’ve dozed off again but a woman’s angry voice shouted ‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’ and I knew our alone time was over. The sky was quiet but now the thunder was the voices of confused people inside the Burrow.
Chapter 14
Diamond Moonscale
Canton Valley Farm
Whenever whatever weather tech the GGB used to call their weather alerts let us know it was safe to venture out, Bree and I were the first up the ladder. I led the way, not wanting my pregnant and slightly dehydrated water dragon octopus mate to have to heave on the trapdoor. She’d been away from a constant source of water for too long. She claimed she was fine but until her sexy ass and tits were submerged in a tub, I wouldn’t believe her. And I wasn’t about to let her settle for some halfassed bath where she had to choose to submerge knees or boobs. Not on my watch.
She always got pale when the humidity was off or she didn’t have enough water around and she practically glowed in the dark right now.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” The words escaped my mouth before I could stop them. Only, what laid out in a heart-shape in front of us couldn’t stop me either. Three corpses, arranged into a macabre symbol of love, would just have to be taken care of by someone else. None of this would be going down right now if everyone had their shit together years before I was even an egg.
“Alpha?” Bree said, her voice pitching high as it had done whenever she was startled since we conceived our egg.
Nope. Not on my watch.
“Philip, you guys have a problem up here,” I said. “Close your eyes,” I told Bree and stepped out and reached for her hand. I was careful not to step on parts of anyone as I lifted her out of the trapdoor. Bree couldn’t even watch horror movies these days without getting sick to her stomach. The smell was already iron-infused putridness but there was nothing I could do about that at the moment. So, carrying her, I hauled ass and didn’t stop until I reached Bernard and Nashen’s porch. I sat Bree down on the porch swing and grabbed the extra key from under the mat. I hadn’t seen any other bodies on the way over.
“Did someone not reach the shelter in time?” Bree asked. “They said everyone was accounted for.”
“Love, I don’t know who killed those people, but it most certainly was not the storm. They were --- arranged,” I said, choosing my words carefully.
“She got out again, didn’t she?” Bree asked. “Pami?”
“Probably. I mean, it could be one of the other ghosts or perhaps some other batshit crazy person like Sharon Claudis. Maybe the GGB is entering its serial killer phase. Most new societies or empires go through them.”
