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“What if we got a tattoo that looked like teeth marks?”
Hmm…that could work. “Or I could just put a ring on you.”
Ilaugh when her eyes go wide. Did she think we were just playing here?
“Why would you do that?”
“So everyone knows you're mine. Duh.”
“You distracted me with that marvelous thing you call a tongue. Last I heard, you had a girlfriend. What changed?”
“We were never too serious. I met you and I couldn't fathom being with anyone else. We ended things because we knew we weren't ever going to go anywhere, and I had found my happily ever after.”
“There's no way you knew that so soon.”
“You doubt me, woman?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head, but I really don't think she fully gets it yet.
“I need to see you tell me you're okay with being with me before I go any further with your body. “
“Yes,”she signs enthusiastically.
Her hand isn't done making the gesture before I bury myself inside her, my balls bouncing off of her from the sudden movement.
Thrusting into her again, I make sure she knows how committed to this I am. “Take this as my vow to you. As I join my body with yours physically, I join it with you mentally and emotionally as well. We will be as one unit, forever.”
Lowering my hands to her hips, I pin her in place so I can hit her deeper and harder. I'm quick to remove one hand to her throat so I can feel the sound waves from her screams; there’s also something to be said for the fact that my fingers are wrapping around her delicate throat. It’s definitely working for me.
“I join any pack that you find yourself to be a part of, because you own me.”I lift one of her ankles up and put it onto my shoulder, watching as my body enters her even farther.
Calai’s eyes flutter and a tortured look crosses her face. She’s squeezing me so tight that I know I’m going to explode at any second. But I need to slow this down. Halting all movement, I lean forward and take her mouth again. So sweet.
This close to her, the vibration from her voice tingles my lips. She moves against me as I suck her lips into my mouth, then her tongue, and then we’re all tangled up and nobody knows whose mouth is whose. But it doesn’t really matter; at this point we’re one.
“Look at me, beautiful. I want to watch your eyes dance as I take you.”I canfeelhercoreflutteringagainstme,tryingtosuckmeinandholdontosomethingIdon’thaveonmyanatomy,andI hatethatthere’ssomethingIcan’tgiveher. “Just like that. You feel how deep inside you I am?”
She nods with glassy eyes, and then I get distracted by her incredible breasts, watching them bounce every time I bottom out. “Do you understand yet, love?”
“I still think you're crazy. Who makes vows like that while they're in the middle of mating?”
“Should I expect mine then while you're in a more formal situation? Dressed up in something uncomfortable, with dozens of people you neither know nor like watching on, intruding on the moment?”
“I…get your point. You really want me to try and make a pretty speech…when you’re making me feel like this?”
“No, baby. I want it raw and real. If it's pretty, it’s too thought out. Promise me whatever comes to your mind first.”
“Okay, then…I guess I promise more nights like this one. Hiding away, just us, taking time to explore each other. I promise to always run to you when I need comfort, and to be on your side. I promise never to refer to you as my brother…”
I pinch her ass for that one. “You're a brat,”I laugh.
She gives me this smile that tells me she's proud of that little joke. “You said to tell you whatever was on my mind, and that's definitely there.”
“Fine.”
I'm just sitting inside of her at this point, because I want to hear this out before I come, and I feel like she has something else to say.
“I promise to always hear you. To never leave you out of conversations and to be your advocate.”
There we go. I've never felt as heard as I do with her. She signs everything so I always know what's happening around me, whether I'm watching or not. I've been teaching her new words as well, and I don't think she'll ever understand how much importance her thoughtfulness in that regard holds. She does it in a way so that I don't even feel awkward or bad about the fact that I can't hear.
“You truly mean to be mine? You're giving yourself to me?”
She pulls me down and kisses me while her ankle slides to my waist, wrapping around me. I can tell from her kiss alone that she means every word she says. “You are the choice I make for myself.”
With that, I take her completely. I work my hips against her so fast and so hard that she goes rigid, her warmth making me free fall into an abyss as my weak vocal cords cry out her name, all the air leaving my body as I come harder than I've ever come before in my life. It's like my DNA rewrites itself in that moment, making me new. Making me Calai’s.
