She was standing at the high counter, muttering to herself as she catalogued photos of finds. When I stomped through the door—careful not to touch any more than I had to, and risk dirtying it—she was already turning to me with a smile.
Pretty amazing how this Mating Bond thing worked in both directions; myKteerknew her—her location and her emotions—even if I couldn’t see her…but the deeper our bond grew, the moresheknew those things aboutmetoo.
I can’t believe how long I thought this was bullshit. How had I ever lived without Jocelyn?
“Welcome home, hon,” she said, her smile fading to a little nose wrinkle. “I’ll let you shower before I give you a kiss.”
With a mock growl, I lowered my brows and sprung my claws free, stalking toward her. “You think that’s what I want to hear from my Mate? That you’ll greet melater?”
Half-laughing, half-squealing, Jocelyn scrambled to gather her papers and ducked around the counter, putting it between us. “I just finished cleaningmyselfoff, Brakkor!”
Chuckling, I pulled up, realizing her hairwasstill damp, and I could smell her coconut bodywash. My construction site had been covered in mud, thanks to last night’s rain, and I suppose it made sense that her dig site had been muddy as well.
“Alright,” I said sternly, pinning her with a glare. “But once I’m clean, I’m going to demand kisses.”
“As is your right.” Jocelyn nodded, regal as a queen. “I would expect nothing less. You want burgers for dinner?”
I waggled my brows, already walking backward toward the larger bathroom. “I’d rather eatyou.”
Her giggle followed me.
Since Jocelyn’s lease had ended the month after we met, it just made sense for her to move in with me on Eastshore; her furniture now filled our living space and the second, smaller bedroom. It had been a seamless transition, really, and I was surprised by how well her couches fit my large frame.
In the months since then, we’d hosted Milo and Jay on more than a few slumber parties, giving them the second bedroom. Turned out that while my Mate and I didn’t have any interest in having kids—at least, not yet—we shared a love for PG13 movies and staying up late binging on snacks, and our nephew’s sleepovers were the perfect excuse.
The fact that Korrad and Kesha enjoyed the privacy was an added bonus, judging by how satisfied my twin was looking these days.
The kids would be staying with us this coming weekend, as a matter of fact, and I was looking forward to using the new pizza oven Jocelyn had gotten me for our anniversary. But that also meant that we’d have to be aware of how much noise we made in the bedroom, to keep from traumatizing them.
So I needed to get as many screaming orgasms out of the way as possible.
I hurried through my shower.
But to my surprise, just as I turned off the water, the bathroom lights clicked off. Orc eyesight wasmadefor lowlight conditions, so I didn’t have any trouble finding the glass door to the standalone shower. “Joss?” Because of course it was her; I couldsmellher over the steam and the scent of my soap.
It wasn’t the only thing I could smell. I inhaled deeply, smiling. My Mate’s arousal sent saliva pooling onto my tongue.
“I decided not to make you wait,” came her husky promise from the darkness near the door.
Chuckling, I reached for her, only to be enveloped in one of the fluffy bath blankets. I grabbed it to wipe down my face, and was surprised when she began to do it for me.
She wanted to dry me off? I tipped my head forward so she could reach my hair, and only then—when her breasts brushed against my arm—I realized she was naked. I groaned in pleasure, then groaned again when she dropped to her knees and began to dry off my thighs.
“Kitten, you don’t have to?—”
“Hush,” she commanded me, taking special care to dry my cock, which was already jutting toward her face. “I need to make sure you’re nice and clean.”
“I’m nice and cl—” The word dissolved into another groan as she took the head of my cock into her mouth.
In the months since we’d been together, Jocelyn had gotten better at being able to take more of my cock into her mouth, but it still wasn’t as deep as I could sink into her cunt. Still, my Mateenjoyedtasting me—she said mycum tasted like cinnamon, and I wasn’t going to argue, because that’s weird as hells—and I could understand that. I loved licking her, so who was I to deny her the same pleasure?
One of my hands dropped to the messy bun she’d piled on top of her head, and the other gripped the towel rack to stay upright when my knees went weak. Gods below, she was getting good at this, wasn’t she? When her tongue found my balls, I nearly fell over.
“Kitten…” I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair. “I want…”
“Oh, I know what you want,” she murmured against my cock. “But you can”—lick—”just be patient”—lick—”a little longer.” Her hand curled around my cock. “Do you know how hot this gets me?”Lick. “My fingers are in my pussy, Brakkor.”Lick. “I’m fucking my own hand while I try to get you off.”
Well, that did it, exactly as she’d known it would.
