Chapter Seven

Chasten

This time when Kirk pulled into my driveway, we actually made it out of the truck and into the house. We hadn't swung by his apartment to pick anything up but that was something Kirk said would only take a few minutes later. I wasn't sure how anyone could pack up their life that quickly, but I wasn't about to protest him wanting to spend time properly alone with me.

I stripped down as soon as the door closed behind us. I hated smelling like the hospital. Not even the grass I rolled around in just hours before covered up the scent of the sterile environment that sank into my pores. Usually I was shy but Kirk had already witnessed everything I had to offer in the shower back at the hospital. He followed my lead and stripped down too, starting with his white sneakers, once he double-checked that the door was locked behind us.

I led him upstairs to my bedroom, silently praying he wasn't already judging my housekeeping. I wasn't the tidiest wolf around. I sniffed the air, trying to be covert about it, but all I smelled was Kirk. He didn't even properly live here yet and his scent already filled my head up. I let out a long, slow breath. There was time to worry about straightening up later. For now, I didn't want to think about anything or anyone else except the wolf man I was finally alone with.

"Where are we going?" he asked to fill the silence as I opened the bedroom door.

"Shower first. I smell like the hospital," I said. "En suite."

"En suite," Kirk nodded and stepped past me once the door was open as if checking for intruders.

I cringed at the pile of laundry at the foot of the bed, but Kirk paid it no mind as he made his way into the bathroom.

"Clear of threats?" I called after him as I scooped up the laundry and shoved it into the basket.

"Clear of fall threats," Kirk teased.

"Well, you ran through like you were clearing the area of bombs or something," I laughed.

"Just turning on the water and getting things ready for you."

"It's my house. I know where everything is," I called back. "Are you checking my medicine cabinet or something? I'd be worried that you were hiding something but you're naked!"

"Just checking out the water pressure and stuff," he said, and the shower came on a second later. "Making sure it's not too cold for you."

"I'm not sick or helpless," I laughed but sorta liked how doting he was.

A second later he tossed out some dirty laundry and towel that landed in the basket without much effort on his part.

"Show off! Hey! Are you tidying up my bathroom?" I asked, starting toward the door.

"Maybe but if I live here now it's my bathroom, too, right?" he asked.

"Maybe but none of this is your mess! You've never been here before!" I said, trying not to blush at the state of the sink counter covered with various beauty and skin care products.

"I'm not moving things around. Well, besides the dirty laundry."

"This is embarrassing. I should've made you go get your stuff while I cleaned up," I said and bit my lip.

"Did you forget where I worked? Believe me. Both as a social worker and a nurse I've seen much untidier places," Kirk grinned, wiping down the sink.

"Are you a germophobe?"

"Not really. Just cleaning up as I go and tidying up while I wait for you to join me," he said, tossing the cloth into the basket and sticking his other hand into the shower to test the water temperature. "Don't worry. I won't mess with your stuff if that's what you're worried about."

"Does your apartment sparkle?" I arched a brow, crossed my arms, and leaned against the doorway.

"Not really. Clean but not sparkly. We're not dragons with shiny-mania."

"I'd ask if you're nesting but I'm the omega," I chuckled.

"It's probably akin to nesting."

"How so?" I asked, stepping inside the bathroom and testing the water temperature for myself.

"Wanting to take care of shared space?" he said, stepping closer to me. "That and I wanted to make sure the water was warm for you."

"For me?" I smirked. "Mr. Gruff are you trying to seduce me?"

"Whose Mr. Gruff?" He laughed, and I explained to him that it was what I called him before I knew that he was my mate.

"I've been called worse by patients," he laughed and pulled me in for a long, slow kiss.

As soon as his lips met mine, I forgave him for tidying up the bathroom even though it was my mess. I sank into the kiss and each flick of his tongue around mine stoked the fire that burnt bright hot in my belly since my first whiff of him. He stepped backward into the shower taking me with him.

"You've succeeded in seducing me. The hot water feels so nice," I murmured against his lips before tilting my head back to let the water wash over my head.

Kirk's hands drifted lower to my ass and his fingers kneaded into my flesh. I sighed and closed my eyes as his mouth found my throat. He dragged his lips up and down it, marking me as his with each kiss and lick he gave. Pleasure drifted down my body and mingled with the longing in my belly. Under the cascade of warm water, I was hard and slick and hungry for Kirk. Back at the hospital his fist had pumped over me again and again. It was my turn to make him come undone now. I sank to my knees and wrapped my fingers around his long, thick erection before he had time to protest. Though, his scent was all consent. He just seemed like the sort who might protest being the first to cum – a giver.

I swallowed hard. Everything inside of me wanted him. My wolf let out a whimper and I licked my lips before scooting closer on the wet shower floor. Then I licked the bulbous head of his hard cock. Kirk's hands found my shoulders as he let out a long exhale. I smiled to myself. His scent was thick with pleasure as I licked him again, this time drawing a circle around his foreskin with my tongue.

"Fuck," Kirk growled under his breath, stroking my ego.

One of his hands shifted from my shoulder and ran up my neck and cheek to tangle its fingers in my hair. I licked up and down his dick before finally sucking it into my mouth. The water rained down on us and Kirk shifted his hand to shield my eyes from the cascade of water droplets. I lost myself to the salty taste of his flesh pressed against my tongue. His hips rocked following my mouth as it slid up and down him. I caressed his hips, my hands sliding on his wet flesh as they circled around to grab the full muscular globes of his ass. He bucked forward and for a second, I couldn't breathe. Then the pressure eased up as he pulled back. I gripped his ass for leverage as I pressed my tongue hard against the underside of his shaft and slid back up. Soon he twitched against my tongue, signaling that he was close. My wolf whimpered again. I was so hard and slick. I could feel my arousal pooling between my ass cheeks and dribbling onto my thighs as I sucked on Kirk.

He twitched against my tongue again and murmured my name drawing out the syllables. I'd never loved my name so much in my fucking life! He growled and thrust forward, spilling his warm, sticky seed onto my tongue. I swallowed down the proof of his pleasure and reveled in its salty taste. When he was milked dry, I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his belly right above his dick. He caressed my shoulders, touching me everywhere he could reach as if he couldn't get enough of me either before pulling me to my feet. His hand found my dick again and stroked me fast and hard. I trembled as his fist pumped up and down until my seed spilled onto the shower floor mingling with the water. It didn't take much to send me over the edge, but I was half-hard again before we made it out of the shower, both of us panting from all the happy post-orgasm chemicals barraging our brains.

***

Usually, I had lunch while answering emails or sketching out concepts. Now I had to think about how the carbs and proteins in my food might balance out to affect my glucose levels. Overall, it made food a lot less appealing. Eventually, we settled on salad and grilled chicken. I wasn't much of a cook. Okay, that's not true. I cooked well enough. I just never liked the job. Thankfully, Kirk took over and settled into the kitchen like he had the bathroom. Also, thankfully, I hadn't left a sink full of dirty dishes that could be found in my house half of the time before heading out to the Fall Festival.

"You can draw or whatever, if you want," Kirk said over his shoulder.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're too nice?" I leaned back in my chair.

"No and you're recovering. People are supposed to be nice to people when they get out of the hospital. It's the kind thing to do. Would you prefer if I stomped around acting like an alpha-hole?"

"Not really. Just ---" I paused, choosing my words carefully because I wasn't trying to insult him. "I just meant that you clean and cook and tell me to go have fun and---"

"Give you mind blowing orgasms? I hope that's on the list," he chuckled, turning back to the stove where he was seasoning chicken breasts.

"That too. Okay, Mr. Not Too Nice, tell me your biggest pet peeve and it can't be something that everyone hates like assholes or some shit like that."

"Let me think about it," Kirk said.

"Thoughtful too?" I mock-groaned.

"What can I say? I'm a decent wolf," he shrugged. "My most unreasonable pet peeve is probably people who baby talk their dogs. Not their puppies. Puppies I get but full-grown dogs. Like that dog is a full-grown ass adult and you're treating him like he's a toddler. Give the dog some dignity, man."

"But what if the dog likes it?" I asked, stretching my legs out under the table.

"I guess that's why I said it was my most unreasonable pet peeve. I don't care how people talk to their birds, cats, fish or whatever but dogs are canines. We actually speak their language. So, it's weird. It would be like me turning around, pinching your cheeks, calling you adorable and asking if you wanted a treat before lunch."

"Depends on which cheeks you're pinching whether or not I take offense to it and well, what the treat is," I said, trying to ignore how slick I was.

"I spotted some strawberries in the fridge, if you're peckish."

"I think I'm prickish," I laughed at my own joke and thankfully, so did my mate.

Kirk glanced over his shoulder at the tent pitched in my pants and smirked at me. Then he tossed a clean dish towel in my direction.

"What's that for?" I snatched it out of the air.

"You can have a treat," he said, his attention already back on the chicken breasts.

"Huh?"

"No need to sit there and be uncomfortable. Not like I haven't seen what comes out of it already."

"You want me to jack off while you cook?" I asked.

"Please and thank you," Kirk said without looking at me.

"That's your thing, huh?"

"You feeling good? Yeah," he shrugged.

I blushed. I'd nearly swallowed his cock whole in the shower and the thought of playing with myself while he watched was enough to make me flush from the roots of my hair down the rest of my body. He grabbed a bottle of hand lotion from the sideboard where I left it instead of tucking it into my bag and tossed it to me. I caught it without thinking and set it on the table.

"Don't worry, I'll clean up the table if you make a mess."

"I hadn't even thought of that," I said, blushing harder but already undoing my fly.

My wolf nuzzled against my ribs from inside his inner sanctum. For a moment, I imagined Kirk abandoning the food prep and crawling under the table to take me in his mouth.

"You smell so fucking good," Kirk growled from the grill. "So fucking mateable."

A moan of anticipation bubbled over my lips before I ever touched myself. His scent took over the kitchen, overpowering the chicken and the spices he'd rubbed all over it. I let out a long, slow breath and freed my cock from its fabric prison. I was rock-hard and need squeezed me to my core. Leaving the chicken to cook, Kirk turned around and leaned back on his elbows against the countertop. His tongue flicked out over his lips and my flesh gave rise to goosebumps as I retrieved the lotion.

Since he was watching, I didn't just splatter it over my hand and get to work. I wanted him to like watching me. I wanted him to like everything about me. The magic of the true-mate response tugged at me again. It took all my self-control not to toss the bottle aside and sprint across the kitchen and back into his arms. In his arms is where I wanted to spend the rest of forever – however long that turned out to be.

After rolling the lotion bottle between my hands to warm it up a bit, I drizzled it in thick white lines over my dick. Only then did I wrap my fingers around my shaft. I took my time, placing them down one by one. Kirk's eyes followed my fingers as they went down and squeezed. A moan bubbled over my lips as I slid my fist down and met his gaze. Being around Kirk made me braver and more brazen than I usually was. He licked his lips again as I fell into the familiar rhythm of pleasing myself. Kirk watched intently, his scent growing more aroused the more I stroked. His dick was hard now too, and I stared at the outline of it through his pants.

He turned away only to flip the chicken breasts over and then he faced me again. With his eyes on me, I squeezed hard and stroked slowly for as long as I could stand it, wanting to give him as much of a show as I could manage. Still, too soon my balls drew up close to my body and my dick shook in my hand. I was close. Oh-so-fucking-close!

"Don't cum until I say," Kirk said from across the kitchen.

I whimpered. I couldn't help it. I was close and needy. If any past lover had said such a thing I would've laughed, but this was Kirk and everything inside me wanted to make him happy. Maybe it was the true-mate response magic or maybe I was just that damn into the guy and horny. Either way, I was going to do my best to hold back until he said to let go of all the pressure building up inside me.

I slowed down my strokes to give myself a fighting chance. I whimpered again, struggling to hold back. My hips ached to buck up and send my dick through my fist fast and hard.

"Do I have to keep stroking, alpha?" I asked, the words coming out in a growl.

"Just hold onto yourself while I tend to the chicken," he said, his voice level but his eyes hungry.

"Huh?" I blinked and then whimpered again.

All the stress had to go somewhere as I held my dick in my hand, doing my best not to squirm around or stroke myself while Kirk checked the food. He was so fucking perfect. He was everything a wolf could want in a mate, and he was driving me fucking crazy! Every atom inside me begged for release but I held tight and waited, drawing out the moment that pleasure would explode from me. Kirk took his time, teasing me like an asshole while my toes curled beggingly into the floor.

"How are you feeling, mate?" Kirk asked, not glancing back at me.

"I really need to cum," I said, barely holding back another whimper.

"I know and you're being such a good boy and not cumming yet," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're so fucking beautiful right now."

"You're not even looking at me," I whined, growing needier by the second.

"I know but I don't need to. I've seen all of you," he said, turning back around and resuming his spot in front of the counter.

"Can I yet?" I asked.

"Can you what, mate?" he asked, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Can I?" I barked out the words, frustration growing in my belly.

"Can you what?" he asked, pushing himself away from the counter and taking a step closer to where I sat at the table.

"Can I cum?" I asked.

"No," he shook his head, "but you can stroke yourself some more."

He climbed up onto the table and sat down with the heels of his bare feet on my thighs. From his vantage point, he had a clear view of my fist pumping over my dick.

"You're so slick," he said, licking his lips. "I can smell it all over the house."

"Hard too and so close," I nodded, praying he'd say yes soon.

I gripped the edge of the table with my free hand and tried to think about anything in the universe that wasn't sexy but every thought that crossed my mind led back to Kirk. His broad chest and muscular arms, his long, thick cock in my mouth – then a premonition of how it might feel to lower myself down on him and consume him inside of me. I bit my lip and pulled back. I was close – too fucking close – to keep hanging on like this.

"Can I cum now?" I begged, my voice rising an octave in need.

"Not yet," he said, moving his feet and pushing my chair back as if he needed a better view.

My skin had absorbed most of the lotion, but I rubbed on, pumping my fist up and down my shaft and squeezing when I felt brave enough to risk it.

"Now?" I asked again, my breath coming in heavy pants.

"Now what?" Kirk toyed with me.

"Can I cum now?"

"Not until I have my mouth all wrapped around you," he shook his head, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from howling. The sound caught in my throat and for a second, I couldn't breathe. It was all too much. He was too much! I let out the breath and kept stroking. My balls drew up heavier and heavier with each passing second. I squirmed, slickness pooling around my omegahole.

Then finally Kirk took mercy upon me and dropped to his knees. He spread my legs open wider, making room for himself and knocked my hand away. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, desperate for something – anything – to hold onto. Kirk was such an asshole! He licked around the head of my dick, teasing me until my hips rocked up, silently begging him to take me into his mouth and finally allow me to let go of everything I held back.

His hands slid up and down my thighs, leaving behind a warm trail even through my clothes. Then finally -blessedly – he placed a promising kiss on the head of my dick and slid his mouth down over me. He slid down my shaft but didn't make it but halfway back up before my warm, sticky seed exploded inside his mouth. Kirk drank down my pleasure and I let out a happy, content sigh. Like everything about Kirk so far – this too was worth the wait.