Twenty

The dayssince the track meet blur together, each one filled with tension and uncertainty whenever I see Luci. It's maddening, this emotional whirlwind he's forced me into. I'm furious with him for abandoning me, for leaving so easily when he knew I was his mate. Was the pain worth it to him instead of being with me? Because it wasn"t like that for me. It was awful, it still is. Yet, in the quiet moments when I let my guard down, I almost understand where he's coming from. Almost.

I can"t believe I'm his mate. I'm assuming that the feeling isn"t as strong because I'm human. The pull I have toward him, even when he"s been a douche, has to be the mate thing. Right? The intense attraction, the way my heart races when he's near. I need to ask someone who would know. Maybe Sawyer? Or one of the professors in the med program.

Even after calling him an asshole horse, he's still not giving up. He's definitely following me.

No, it's more than that, it's stalking. When I go to the library, he's there. When I sit outside for lunch, he's there too.

Every morning, a coffee appears at my door, courtesy of Luci using the Joe app. He leaves notes on my desk in the class we share. He even has meals sent to my dorm.

Last night, when I was studying late in the library with Sawyer, he delivered energy drinks and snacks. I'm sure Sawyer told him she was studying with me, which I'm not upset about, but he used that information to his benefit. His friends drop off these things and vanish.

I've had enough. My frustration boils over, and I storm to his room, banging on the door with a force that matches my anger.

When he opens it, I let loose. "What the hell is all this, Lucius? The coffee, the notes, the dinner, the following. Yeah, the following. What is the matter with you?"

Lucius doesn't say a word. Instead, he grabs me and kisses me, hard and desperate. It's like a dam breaking, all the emotions I've been holding back flooding through me.

"You're my mate," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "I made you mad. I'm sorry. I'm a fucking idiot, but you… I did it for you, because of you. Everything comes back to you. I just want you, and I'm done with things being like this between us. I want it to go back to summer before I was a fucking moron."

He kisses me again, and this time, I respond, kissing him back with fervor. I'm done being mad. I rip off his clothes in a wave of passion, driven by a need that's been building inside me for too long.

I love him. I want him.

I'm done warring with myself about whether it's right or if I should. It's exhausting staying this mad, and ever since we got together, he's been a part of me in a way I can't ignore.

We stumble into his room, the door slamming shut behind us. One by one, pieces of clothing are discarded haphazardly, our hands frantic and needy. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine, and I respond with an urgency that matches his. We fall onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated kisses. His skin and coat are warm beneath my fingers, and the feeling of him grounds me.

"I've missed you," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and ragged. "Every minute of each day, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," I admit, my voice barely a whisper. It's a confession that lifts a weight off my chest, the truth setting me free. "But you hurt me, Luci. You left, and it hurt so much."

"I know," he says, his eyes filled with regret. "I was scared. But I was wrong. I see that now."

His words soothe my wounded heart, but they don't erase the pain completely. "You should have talked to me," I say, my voice trembling. "We could have figured it out together."

"I know," he repeats, his gaze unwavering. "And I'm here now, ready to do whatever it takes to make things right. I'll never leave you again. I promise."

I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of lying, but all I see is sincerity and a deep, unwavering love.

It's enough.

We come together in a fierce, desperate kiss, our tongues moving in perfect harmony. It's a release of all the tension, all the pent-up emotions we've been carrying. Every touch, every kiss, is a reminder of what we almost lost and a promise of what we can have again.

"I want you," I tell him, my core dripping and my belly fluttering.

He nips my bottom lip. "Then take me, mate."

I crawl down the bed so that I'm between his legs, a hoof on either side of me, and I lean down and lick his huge cock from root to tip.

"Fuuck," he hisses, making me smile.

I run my tongue around his thick mushroom head, lapping up the steady flow of pre-cum. He's so damn big, how am I going to make him fit? How did he fit last time?

Luci's fingers dig into the blanket beneath him and I can only assume he's holding himself back and letting me lead the show. I can't fit him in my mouth, I'm not even going to try. But I can drive him wild, using my hand too.

Wrapping my hands around the base of his shaft, I begin long languid strokes up and down his cock, twisting when I reach his head. I position my mouth at his tip and take what I can into my mouth.

"Mar, baby, I'm not going to last if you keep doing that. Your mouth feels incredible."

I preen under his praise since this is the first blowjob I've ever given and while I've watched a porno or two in my time, none of them involved a dick so thick and long.

Popping off his dick, I move so that my pussy is hovering above his cock and I bite my bottom lip as I stare into his eyes and slowly lower myself onto his dick.

It's a stretch, and I only get past the ridge of his head before I need to pause and let myself adjust, trying not to focus on the pain. We're mates, so I'm guessing that means I should be able to take his whole dick, right? I sure as hell want to try.

If we're making up then I'm going to make it my life's mission for him to bottom out inside me. He already feels incredible so being full of him is going to be pure bliss.

I start to bounce up and down, each time taking him a little further. Eventually, the pain starts to go away and it feels so damn good. But when I'm almost halfway, I have to stop. The stretch quickly went from pleasure to ‘you need to stop or you'll need stitches'.

We have time. A lifetime. I know that much about mates. Neither of us will ever be happy or even have the desire to be with someone else.

"Hold my hips and just help me stay balanced," I whisper.

I want to set the pace and be the one responsible for his pleasure but I'm also in an almost squat position so I want him to just hold me steady.

His large hands cup my hips and I lift off his cock till he's almost out of me before sliding back down. I repeat this motion over and over again until I can feel the familiar warmth in my belly and I'm covered in a light sheen of sweat.

"I'm gonna cum Luci. Cum with me," I pant.

Moving faster but careful not to go too far so I hurt myself. I drive us both toward the edge of ecstasy.

"Just like that baby. God, you're stunning riding my cock," he praises with a groan.

"Your giant horse cock." I grin. "I like this giant cock. It's my cock."

"Yours. Only yours," he gasps and slides his right hand from my hip to my clit pinching it. That's all I need to come undone. My orgasm barrels into me and I throw my head back in a scream.

"God! Yes! Fuck!"

"Dammit, baby," he grunts and I look at him just in time to see his eyes squeeze shut. His legs quiver beneath me as he empties himself into my pussy.

It's so much cum, I can feel it spill out of me and I'm sure it's dripping down his shaft and balls.

When the pulsing inside of me stops, I take a moment to catch my breath before I pull off of him, and drop to my knees between his legs once more.

He leans up on his elbows watching me.

"What are you doing, Ma?—--"

His shaft twitches under the touch of my tongue as I lick a path up his cock.

"I wanted to taste you." I lick my lips. "You're so damn yummy, Luci."

He drops back against the mattress. "You're going to be the death of me, woman."

I slip from the bed and grab a rag that's folded nicely on the small dresser. Wiping myself up, I then clean Luci up before tossing the rag into the hamper and crawling back into the bed next to him.

He pulls me to him instantly and wraps his arms around me.

We lie tangled in each other's arms, the silence filled with unspoken words. His fingers trace patterns on my skin, soothing and comforting.

"I've been thinking," he says, his voice serious. "About us, about the future. I want to be with you, truly and completely. No more running away. No more hiding. Just us, facing whatever comes together."

My heart swells with emotion. "I want that too," I reply. "But we need to take it one day at a time. We have to rebuild the trust, piece by piece."

"I love you," he whispers.

My heart is full, but I can't make myself say the words yet. I do love him, I haven't stopped. But a part of me is afraid of getting hurt again

Despite everything though, the pain and the hurt, I really do love him. And maybe that's what matters most.

* * *

In the days that follow, the tension between us eases, and we fall into a new rhythm, one filled with open communication and a deepening bond. There are still moments of doubt, still memories of the summer that haunt us, but we face them together.

Sawyer and Stacy are a constant presence, their support unwavering. They listen patiently as I talk their ears off about Luci, offering insights and advice.

"The mate bond is powerful," Sawyer says as we sit in my dorm room, sipping on the wine Stacy brought home. "Even for humans, it's a connection that's hard to ignore. But it's also a choice. You can choose to let it guide you or fight against it."

"I don't want to fight anymore," I admit, and mean every word. "I want to be with him."

"Then be with him," she says simply. "But make sure he knows that he can't take you for granted. You deserve better than that."

"I agree. You've been in a good place since you rode him like a pony in his dorm." Stacy laughs. "No pun intended…okay maybe a little."

I throw a pillow at her and Sawyer laughs.

"But seriously, Marley. You've fucked him twice. He's apologized and so have you. You love each other. It's time to let the summer go. Just be with him now in the present."

Her words resonate with me. The end of summer was rough, filled with silence and hurt feelings, but we've both apologized and grown from the experience. Now, we're learning to trust again, to build something stronger on the foundation of those apologies

The road ahead won't be easy. There will be challenges and obstacles, moments of fear and uncertainty. But we're in it together, and that's what matters.

Plus, with Sawyer and Stacy by my side, and with Luci's love and commitment, I feel ready to face whatever comes next. The past may haunt us, but it doesn't define us. Our future is ours to create, and I'm determined to make it a beautiful one.