Page 19 of Matched in Mayhem

A deep throaty laugh broke free from Bennie and wrapped around me like a warm blanket.

“I never said I didn’t think you knew your own mind. I was merely laying the options out at your feet, mate,” Bennie said when he stopped laughing. “Of course, your soul longs for what we had before. You want that safety and security back. That comfort of being home no matter where we are as long as we’re together. You want us back and it’s so hard to wait because something in the back of your head knows how great it’ll be. The sex, the pleasure, the life unfurling out before us as an endless path for us to walk together. Your soul remembers here,” he said and tapped just over my heart.

“And you want what is yours. You want the thing we bound ourselves together for so we might have a chance at it in every life. You don’t have to fight for it or beg or explain why you want it, mate. It’s already yours. It was yours from the moment your scent reached me. It was yours even before that. Even before we ever knew where to find it at. All you have to do is say the word and tell me you’re ready to have it all back.”

My heart thudded behind my ribs as his words coiled themselves around my soul. He was all I wanted right now, later, maybe forever. I wanted to open the magical flood gates and feel all of him rain down over me. I raised up on my elbows and met him in a hard kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, and we both fell down against the couch, kissing with our tongues twirling between his mouth and mine. I held onto him like a drowning wolf at sea because I was drowning in him, in what we used to be and what would be in this lifetime. I wanted to sink into that feel – that snug security, that near bliss, that endless circle of coming together again and again and never resurface. I knew then and there that I wasn’t going back to live on Hemlock Mountain. I was going to stay here with Bennie and his temple and this life that we could build. Sure, it would be different, but it was the same as the beginning. My beginning with him.

Reaching down, I slid my hand into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his dick. He was big and thick, pulsing against my palm as if his heartbeat wanted to play a drum solo against my flesh. Above me, he swallowed hard and his eyes drifted into that half-closed sleepy look of pleasure meeting arousal. I stroked him slowly, exploring the curve of his dick and the veins that ran through it, thrumming against my flesh. I traced them with my thumb, memorizing each and every one of them. His tip was sticky with a line a precum that I brought my hand up to lick away before reaching down to stroke him again. His need was salty on my tongue and the taste of him urged me on. My own dick twitched again in an effort to come back to life.

“I want you,” I said, leaning up to kiss up and down his throat. His adam’s apple bobbed against my lips. “I want you for now and forever and I want this,” I squeezed his cock for emphasis, “inside me. I want it to do what your fingers did. I want it slipping and sliding on my slick and for it to stretch me and fill me up until it’s the only thing I can think about besides how fucking heavy my balls are with the need to cum again.”

Something primal flickered through Bennie’s eyes. They were still the color of his tiger’s and that sent a chill down my spine. My heart thrummed against my ribs like it wanted to escape and scramble inside of his chest instead. Anything to be closer to him.

“Mine,” he whispered and my toes and omegahole clenched around empty air. I was his just as he was mine. Everything else was something that could be rearranged, taken apart and put back together in a way that worked for our new lives. I wanted that new life. A million hopes and wishes threatened to pour out of my mouth, but there’d be time to talk about that later. For now, I wanted him. I wanted him inside me and I wanted his voice whispering inside my head during the outwardly quiet moments of my life.

I kept stroking his dick inside his pants. I never wanted to let go of him. At least not until he was pumping deep inside me.

“Tear off his pants. They’re evil!” my wolf howled inside his inner sanctum. “Tear them off. Then build a fire and burn them! No more flesh bag fake furs hiding his dick!”

I stifled a laugh because I understood the sentiment. Clothes were overrated when there were miles and miles of skin and soul to explore. I grabbed the ends of his pants legs with my toes and tugged. Bennie laughed and kissed me harder, raising up and pulling his pants down just enough to let his dick and balls out. I kept tugging anyway, because I didn’t want them to be in the way later. Eventually, he kicked them off, sending them over the couch arm. We both laughed and then kissed again. I squeezed his dick, reveling in his girth and strength and how he shuddered above me when I squeezed in the right spots as if just maybe I touched his soul.

We kissed and kissed, stroking and touching each other. Now and then one of us would break the kiss to scent mark the other. The exchange of our claiming vows would slightly change our scent – just enough to let the world know that we were true-mates and off the market. I’d smell a little bit like Bennie all the time and he’d smell a little bit like me.

“Children now? Condoms? Claiming vows? ” Bennie spat out between kisses like he could only remember words and phrases starting with the letter C. I pulled back to look at him. His eyes were one hundred percent feline, and whiskers had sprouted from his cheeks. Yep. His tiger wanted to take over.

Inside his inner sanctum, my wolf whined and whimpered, desperate to reach out to the large feline who dwelled within our mate.

“Possibly. Absolutely not if we want the first. If you don’t, I’ll cry,” I said and kissed him again, his whiskers tickling me.

After that Bennie didn’t ask more questions. We’d talked about it several times already, but I sort of secretly loved that he had to check in with me at the last minute too. Sometimes being considered by others felt like a luxury. A luxury I could get used to.

He knocked my thighs further apart with the back of his hand and took hold of his dick. One of my wolf’s whimpers escaped my throat as he lined up our bodies and rubbed the big mushroom-shaped head of his cock against my slick, needy omegahole. The air rushed out of my body as if it left to make room for the thick erection probing into me. I lifted a leg and he grabbed it. He repositioned me and I gasped at how easily he slid in aided by my slickness. At first it was slow, but then all at once my body took him in. My nails dug into his arms and my heart flipflopped around as my brain processed the new glorious feeling of fullness. His dick was rigid inside me, flesh rubbing against all my nerve endings, pressing into them in greeting. When my brain kept reeling, I did the only thing that felt logical. I squeezed him tight, hugging him with the inside of my body until he growled, his eyelids fluttering wildly for a second and then he started thrusting.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed in his hungry, horny scent. I licked him wherever my tongue could reach. A bit of shoulder, chest, and a nipple here and there. I ran my hands down his back, reveling in how his muscles flexes as he thrusted. Then I held onto his ass, driving him deeper into me, squeezing his buns hard when I wanted more – wanted him to go faster, because everything inside me howled that too much of him would never be enough. He drove himself into me over and over. We might’ve made it through the home stretch, forgetting our claiming vows, if his tiger hadn’t started licking my shoulder at the deep summit of every thrust. Eventually, Bennie’s thrusts morphed into a rocking motion, as he licked my claiming gland with his textured feline tongue, sending a cascade of chills shimmying down my back with every lick. A million thoughts ran through my head, but we’d said all the important stuff. We just needed to unleash the magic we started forever ago.

I turned my head to the side, giving him all the room he needed to work and finally, one of his tiger’s teeth elongated from his mouth and broke the taut skin over my gland. The relief was instant and sharp. Tiny little streams and rivulets ran out of the gland. So much clear magical fluid that held just enough of my memories to make Bennie not feel crazy for loving me. I couldn’t see what the magic showed him, but my life hadn’t been complicated or traumatic. Maybe it was even a bit boring, but if it was, Bennie didn’t complain. He lapped all my memories up, drinking them down until my claiming gland ran dry. Then I bit him. I was too excited to lick and kiss his gland as I had planned to. One second my wolf’s tail was wagging inside his inner sanctum and the next his tooth was elongating my own to break the skin. The clear magical fluid was warm and tasted almost like toasted marshmallows as I lapped it up. His early memories were fuzzy. Explosions and dead bodies falling around him. His brother was there everywhere. Star was here and there too. A few other familiar faces who fought in the War of the Wildlands. Then Slyvin. A giant tiger shifter who led armies and committed himself to the path of Frost Moonscale. A whole town grew up around him, buildings reclaimed and bad guys taken out. It was like watching a planet come back to life, resurrected and new. Also, he napped everywhere! In laundry baskets and on top of fridges and in the dryer. The last one always made his brother fear he was going to go for a tumble. Then Raziel was everywhere too – his best friend. Then the temple. It was as if his brain had organized his memories by age and then by place and person. If my own mind was that organized I’d never forget an appointment or someone’s birthday again.

Then a woman’s scream cut through everything. It shook me to my core. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if it was sex or fear that trembled on her vocal cords. Then there was a bear – a big bear. Fucking Chad! His name flooded into my mind as the scene scrambled and a moment later the bear was lying on the ground. It was almost like an afterthought in his well-organized mind. Like it was something that didn’t quite work into his neat system of never forgetting important dates.

“I rarely do,” Bennie whispered into my thoughts. It was faint, but there. I lapped the last of the clear magical fluid up quicker.

“Show off,” I teased him now that I knew for sure he could hear me.

“Slyvin had me do meditations and memory exercises for fun as a kitten. I think he feared I’d grow up with CPTSD or another trauma response. I might’ve. It’s a slippery slope between being able to acknowledge how unfair and fucked up my early life was and not holding a grudge. Not everyone was as lucky as I am. Lots of people ended up with complicated lives and anxieties and stuff. I was privileged not only to have them to raise me but that they had the time, energy, and resources to help me.”

Lots of people talked about mental health on Hemlock Mountain but usually alphas were still more reserved. As much as I hated how hard Bennie’s early years had been, I was glad he was able to talk about it and express it. If something ever did come up, I didn’t want him to feel like he had to deal with it on his own.

“Safe puppies. Our puppies will be safe. Us. Bennie. Great Grandpa Clyde and now Grandpa Slyvin for the babies. Safe babies. Safe to make babies. Make all the babies. Literally. Tell him to put all the babies in us!” my wolf howled.

Half of me expected his tiger to run for the hills but Bennie only chuckled and kissed me again. I wrapped my legs around him and then our bodies were lost to each other all over again. I gave in to all the sensations washing over me. They weren’t all mine now. His emotions and pleasure rained down over me, twisting inside me until I couldn’t tell what was my own nerve endings reacting and which were phantom touches. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered now was that Bennie and I were together. I’d gotten him back from the cesspool of life and souls and he was here for me to wrap myself around while I writhed on his dick. And writhe I did. The heavier my balls grew the more frantic my movements became. My nails dug into his back and I bucked like I might die if I didn’t cum soon. And that was exactly how it felt.

Bennie pounded into me, his gaze never leaving my face as his dick moved in and out of me. He sank deep over and over until I couldn’t stop the whimpering yips from coming out of my mouth. Then they morphed into howls that I knew the whole estate probably heard but I couldn’t fucking stop. I couldn’t stop feeling all the things. Couldn’t stop making noise because all the pleasure and sensations had to go somewhere and there wasn’t enough room in my body for all the pleasure he pushed into me again and again with his dick. So, I howled and howled as my balls drew up close to my body and his dick twitched inside me.

Reaching between our bodies, Bennie took my dick in his big, warm hand and squeezed. My howls morphed into a growl and that was it. That firm, gripping squeeze and his thrusting into me hard and deep, hitting all the right spots, sent me over the edge making a mess of his hand and our torsos. The world lit up white with stars until I forced myself to breathe even as Bennie kept pumping into me, seeking out his twitching dick’s pleasure. He thrust once, twice, three times more and hissed as his full muscular body shuddered above me. I held onto him as long squirts of his warm, sticky seed covered my insides. We didn’t fall still into a tangle of limbs until there wasn’t a drop of pleasure left to be milked from either of us.

“Fuck,” I sighed, panting.

“Yeah,” Bennie grinned, his tiger’s whiskers gone for now. “Yeah.”