My hand worked faster, and with it Bowen’s breathing and panting sounds sped up. It was too much. The tension building in me was at a breaking point, like I would rip apart if I tried to hold back for even a second.
A roar bellowed out of me as I exploded, warm spurts coating my belly and hand, adding to the slickness of the lube, and I could smell it. I could smell me on him, and I wanted to coat him with my scent, to mark him, so everyone would know he was mine. I slowed my hand as my dick pulsed. Possessiveness and need filled my mind, my body, every inch of me. It was my wolf; it was me. Everything that was part of me needed him to be mine.
Bowen leaned forward, putting his face in my line of sight. “Are you okay?”
My chest heaved, and the singular thought was the only thing I could focus on. “Need.”
Bowen clasped his hands on my cheeks. “What do you need, Rudy? Whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise you won’t push me away.”
My nostrils flared, inhaling his heady orange marmalade scent. The sweat, the arousal, the sweet smell that was purely him, and me. It was so fucking delicious. So delicious, and I needed to taste. No. I needed to…bite.
Bowen brushed his lips softly against mine and then tilted his head to the side in a deliberate movement.Did he hear me? I was certain I didn’t say it out loud. But his neck was right there, long and smooth, and his heart beat thrumming beneath the surface. My eyes locked onto it, and I couldn’t look away; the sight of his willing surrender made my canines elongate and sharpen.
In my mind, I felt him. I felt him speaking directly to my wolf. “I’m yours, take me.”
His inviting my wolf into this moment made my heart feel like it would erupt in my chest. It was acceptance of who I was, of all of me. My heart didn’t erupt, but I did.
I lunged forward, my jaw open wide, and I closed my teeth around his delicate neck. Clamping down, my fangs broke the surface, and Bowen gasped. I could feel him, could feel everything he felt: the thrill, the excitement, the complete trust. With it came his scent, as if I had tapped straight into the source of it. There wasn’t a hint of fear, only want, desire, and something much richer.
My hand squeezed around his cock, and a loud moan fell from his lips. With my mouth locked onto his neck, not pressing any deeper, but not releasing either, I pumped his cock. With each slide of my hand along his shaft, I could sense it through our connection. It was as if his pleasure was my own. His need was my need. His body was mine, fully and completely.
Faster. I moved faster. The sounds in his throat reverberated through me. Bowen put his hands onmy shoulder, gripping tight, never once trying to pull away from my hold on his neck. My hand slid and twisted around him, and his cock hardened beneath my touch. Our chests heaved in sync. His breath in my lungs. His heart in my chest. When his release came with a shout, it was mine, too.
Feeling his pulse beneath my lips, I gently drew back. Beads of blood appeared on his fair skin, and I dragged my tongue along the marks to clean him, growling with the taste of his essence.
Bowen leaned his forehead against mine. “Holy fucking shit! What was that?”
Wrapping my arms around him, I held him tight to my chest, uncaring of the mess between us. The glorious mess that was a blend of both our scents. I thought he smelled good on his own, but it didn’t compare to the way we smelled together.
While holding him, I carefully rolled to lay him beside me, and propped myself up on one arm. I tilted his head to the side to see the four marks I’d left on his neck, making me feel really damn proud but also a little worried. “Are you okay?”
Bowen let out a laugh. His hand reached up to touch his neck, and he gave me a sated smile. His brown eyes were glazed with satisfaction. “Yeah. Fuck, Rudy, that was… you felt that, right?”
I nodded, still reeling from being able to feel him as if we were one. I put my hand over his chest, his heart pumping to the same rhythmas mine. A bond between us. A bond I felt even now. It was alive, a living string that tied our hearts together.
Staring, I took in every inch of the beautiful man at my side. Overwhelmed by how perfect he was. My mate. That was what he was. Fated? I might not have believed it before, but now… there was no doubt whatsoever.
Bowen tucked my hair behind my ear before gently pulling me down. I nestled beside him, resting my head on his chest, listening to my heart beating within him. A long, slow sigh released from me and I pressed a kiss to the bare skin beneath my cheek.
Exhaustion swept into me, much like it did after shifting, only every part of me was at peace. Bowen wrapped an arm over my shoulder and kissed the top of my head. That gentle touch within my mind came, making me smile. “Rest, big guy. I’m right here.”
Bowen
With Rudy’s head on my chest, and his large body tangled around mine, I felt like I was in the spirit realm, as if it were a place I could ascend to. The only thing tethering me to this world was the sleeping hulk of a man beside me and the low ache in my neck. It didn’t hurt; it was more of a thrumming sensation, one that I felt resonate throughout my entire body.
Feeling his mouth lock around my throat had been erotic as hell, even better than I fantasized. With the first sting as his fangs pierced my skin, my vision whited out, and it was like every synapse in my mind was firing at once, every cell in my body vibrated. I could sense Rudy inside me, outside of me, all around me, as if he were the only thing that existed beyond myself.
When he touched me, holy shit! With his fangs still rooted in my neck and his hands on me, I couldn’t think; I couldn’t do anything but surrender myself to complete and totalpleasure.
Despite a long dry spell, it wasn’t that I was inexperienced, but fucking hell, nothing…nothinghad ever come close to what I felt with Rudy. It meant something. Something big. Bigger than I had words for.
Rudy whimpered and huffed as his leg twitched and the arm draped over my chest jerked. My lips pursed as I tried to suppress a laugh at the familiar doggish dreaming. I stroked my hand over Rudy’s hair. “Shh. It’s okay.”
A heavy exhale came from him, and he settled, snuggling closer to me. Damn, I didn’t think I’d ever get over having such a big man melt under my touch or my words. It was endearing as hell.
Satisfaction filled my body, mind, and soul. Content and at peace, but I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I allowed myself to be a human pillow, enjoying every moment of Rudy in his completely relaxed state. From what I knew, I imagined he didn’t allow himself to let go like this. He’d always had to be so aware of where he was or what he might do, and it must have been exhausting.
With a kiss to the top of his head and my fingers playing in the black strands of his hair, I vowed to do whatever I could to help him—and his werewolf—so he didn’t have to lock himself away ever again, whether physically behind a steel door, or mentally behind his fear.
