It was an oval shaped, citrine colored hunk of sap with a heart shaped leaf trapped in the middle of it. Heart sap from the tree in the middle of one’s swamp was nothing to sneeze at.
“Aster Iris-” he started to say, but I was too far gone.
Squealing, I grabbed him up, squeezing the shit out of him. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yessss!”
The Marsh man of my sappy Marsh heart chuckled as I smothered his face with kisses. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I punctuated between kisses.
“Love you,” he muttered, right as things started to get hot and heavy. “Mine.”
“I-” I was about to say the words back when he pulled me into his arms, our plant and all, and the remote control I’d shoved into my short’s pocket, pressed.
Gren blinked and jerked as the TV came on. The volume slowly rose as he hungrily ate at my mouth, until the movie came pouring through the space like I had surround sound.
“Darling dearest,” Gren paused to murmur against my mouth, his eyes widening, “is that… Were you….?” Pulling back but clutching me in his arms, in a way that told me the jig was up, his eyebrows shot up as he asked point blank, “What were you doing before I got here?”
“Uhm, what?” My face flushed in a deep, telling blush. Busted.
“You were-” Leaning in, he sniffed deeply at my neck. A wild rumble left him and he buried his nose in the spot. “My flower…” His teeth nipped, tongue sliding across my flesh to lave the vein starting to pound in my throat. “What have you been up to, you naughty creature?”
A soft noise left me, almost a whimper. One hand slid to my waist, pressing me to him, while the other slipped the ring I’d just accepted onto my finger. The sap stone glittered as he twined our fingers and began peppering kisses up the side of my face. “Don’t let me stop your fun, sweetheart,” he whispered, teasing my earlobe until I was covered in gooseflesh. Bringing our joined hands towards our faces, he turned, pressing a kiss to my middle and index finger, then nipped my knuckles. A groan left him and he just slid the hand at my back down to my ass, grabbed a handful, and lifted me right up. His snarl grew as he jerked me to him, to realize I was still clutching our love blossom.
A squeak left me as he awkwardly shoved the door shut with his foot, entreated me to set the our potted love plant on the small half table in the entryway, and walked me into my living room. The hand cupping my bum rhythmically squeezed as the tent in his pants poked my belly.
“Toys,” he muttered. “Please tell me you have and like to use toys. I’d love nothing more than to watch you pleasure yourself while I watch.”
“I- I might,” I whispered, biting my lip. “But I wasn’t using them right now.”
“And what were you using?” he whispered huskily.
“My imagination and my hand?” I blurted on a laugh.
Grinning, my mate kissed me on the lips, then the end of my nose. “Good,” he murmured, then dumped me on the couch.
A squeak of a shriek left me as I landed with a bounce.
“Lionheart.” Gren glanced from the movie playing to me. “I never would have guessed you for the Damme-er sort. Was he part of your wild imaginings?” he teased, though his tone held a hint of approval that made me giggle.
“No. You were,” I admitted, then flushed like I was trying to copy his water-melon stripes of embarrassment coloring.
“Me? Over Jean-Claude? I’m not sure whether to call you out on bullshitting me or pat myself on the back.”
My eyes widened as he leaned over me, hovering. I didn't notice until then just how oddly he was walking as he shuffle-stepped closer.
“You added your essence to our-” I started to say, to find my lips captured, held captive by my male and the heated, searching kisses he began frantically planting on me.
“Wait,” he paused after a moment, his hand at the waistband of my soft shorts. “Did you sayadd your essence? Oryou’ve added your essence?” His eyes blinked owlishly, like he was suddenly drawn from a thick mind fog.
“Does it matter?” I whispered, licking my lips. A shiver caressed his skin as my tongue brushed his full lower lip.
“Gods and monsters, I love you,” he burst out, a growl to his words.
Chest rumbling happily, I dragged him down over me and took every ounce of his essence he had left in him to give.
Chapter 25
Will
