He was referring to Bish. I pressed into his shoulder.
“Did you ever like, you know, receive?”
“Hmm? Oh, you’re asking about my past sexcapades. Not willing to start confessing much about that.”
“But you know what I’m asking? Did you?”
He cleared his throat. “Definitely.”
So, he knew what it could feel like. Not as an omega, but as a man. Which intrigued me even though I didn’t want to ever be a top. “That’s not going to happen with me,” I said. “Is that okay?”
“I prefer you as you are.”
When I didn’t respond, he squeezed me tighter. “I’m a top and you are my preference.”
I couldn’t stop the huge smile that spread across my face.
Three days later, I surveyed the black and red bedroom, empty now of my things. It was luxurious, an awesome room, but Malin’s was the best. We’d just finished moving the last of my things into his closet.
Even though I wasn’t in heat now, he made love to me every day and every night. My favorite thing for foreplay was when he fingered me wide open while he sucked my cock. I would always have a double orgasm before he ever penetrated me. His mouth was perfect, so wet and hot when he sucked me, and his fingers created a throbbing vibration deep inside so when I came it was double the explosion, making me rigid with passion.
When I was left damp and boneless and gaping, he’d fuck me right into the mattress. I’d curve my legs around his waist and encourage him to go faster. I felt my insides squeeze against his hard shaft. Once, he called my ass his little milking machine and we both laughed.
Nothing was embarrassing with him. I could tell him every detail of what I felt, how our sex filled me up and exactly why and how, and he would listen and respond and play with me however I wanted.
There were many baths. Many blowjobs. And many tender moments of kissing until we were both so hard we came at thefirst touch. There were no reprimands. In his eyes, I never did anything wrong. Our bond and our trust grew.
From one day to the next, I realized I was feeling him nearby even when he was downstairs and I was upstairs. In my mind, a fiery flower bloomed. It wasn’t visual but experienced with other senses. I felt him like he was a part of me.
My mind hummed with this new sort of ecstasy. It wasn’t intrusive. It was natural, like arms wide open to accept an embrace.
I walked up behind him in the game room and put my arms around him.
“You feel it, then,” he said.
“Yes.”
“Is it all right? Do you want it?” he asked.
I pinched his side. “How can you ask me that? It’s more than all right. It’s wonderful. Isn’t it?”
He turned in my arms, hands now holding my face. “It’s a mate bond. Something I never thought I’d experience.”
“Are you glad it’s forming?”
He kissed my forehead. “More than you can ever know.”
27
Malin
Cassius flicked warm water at me. The ends of his blond hair were wet and clumped.
“Little wolf, are you starting a fight?”
“No. I’m starting playtime.”
We sat in my hot tub, the jets on high, the water steaming. All around us, snow melted in the yard like white frosting left in the sun too long. The sky stretched over us in taffy blue. Spring was just around the corner and Cassius was due for another heat.
