Grumbling, he takes my nipples in two half-shifted hands, twisting and scraping at them with sharp nails.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I whine, testing his knot.
More of his liquid heat blooms inside me as I arch into his devilish fingers.
“Ever come from nipple play alone?” he asks on another sharp twist.
I shake my head as more cum—pre or post, I couldn’t tell you—flows down my cock, dripping off my own swollen balls.
“No.” I hiss as his thumbnail grows to a sharp point against the sensitive skin.
He drops his hands to my stomach, lightly, carefully dragging his claws up the delicate skin, pleasure-pain-pleasure blooming along the scratches he leaves behind. Goose bumps flare down my arms as he continues his growly, pointed exploration of my flesh.
By the time he returns to my hard nipples, I’m right on the edge. Tucking his chin over my shoulder, he unleashes a long tongue, lapping at one nipple while plucking at the other. Cum squirts like a fountain from my cock, splatting all over my belly as heat washes through my insides yet again.
“Mm. Look at you. Too bad you can’t get pregnant. I’d make beautiful puppies with you,” he murmurs, his voice deep and sleepy as he nips at my neck while rubbing my belly.
Reaching for the duvet, he wipes me down with a clean corner, then wraps me up in his arms. Within seconds, he’s out, his hand cupping my balls as he remains buried inside me.
I yawn and nestle in for a nap, not minding for a second being stuck on his huge cock. I smile as my belly swells even more with the delicate movement.
Hm.
This might not be so bad after all.
3
THORIN
This is the absoluteworst. I just got out of a shitty relationship with acrow. I can’t imagine being fated to a raven is going to be any better. They’re only about the shiny things. Only about the money.
After Poe and I took a nap together, I managed—awkwardly—to get us to his shower. It’s a good thing, too. When I pulled away from his body, it was like unleashing a dam. I didn’t realize I could produce so much cum.
Not going to lie, a sort of possessiveness came over me as I watched my seed leak out of his puffy, abused hole. I distinctly remember grabbing an ass cheek while sinking my teeth into his shoulder on a growl.
Not my finest moment.
Thankfully, we had enough orgasms to satisfy us for a while, so I went home after telling him I had to pick up a few things. That wasn’t the entire truth—Iwent home to see if I could get this whole fucked-up mess fixed somehow.
Jolly, a lynx shifter and my best friend, works in the pharmaceutical industry like I do, plus he’s a renowned genetics and fated mates expert. Surely, he’ll know what to do. I hit his number and put the phone to my ear, rubbing my sac to relieve the pressure.
“Jolly here.”
“Jolly, buddy. It’s Thorin.”
“Thorin! How are you settling in? Sorry I’ve been on the road and couldn’t be there to make you feel welcome.”
“No worries, buddy. Uh, when do you think you’ll be back home?”
“Tomorrow, I hope.”
“Cool, cool.” I palm my nuts again, and it’s no good. They’re heavy in my underwear and my cock aches—from overuse or desire, I can’t tell. “So… I’ve got a bit of a situation, and I’m really hoping you might be able to help me out.”
“Anything for you, my dude. What’s going on?”
Jolly’s interest in pharmaceuticals used to include a serious addiction to pain medications, along with a few things he would inject between his toes. Seeing my college buddy in distress was too much for me, and I paid for his rehab. He’s almost four years sober and has turned his experience with addiction into a job as a shifter consultant for companies like mine.
His interest in fated mates is connected to his recovery, as he found his mate right out of rehab.They’ve been ecstatically happy together, which is sort of why I’ve been staying away. Still, he must know what to do if a mating is unwanted.
