Sixteen Mark

"Oh, come on," he said, rubbing my shoulders. "You can't stay mad at me all day."

"You threw me in the water."

"I fell."

The glare I gave him could've killed a man.

"Okay, fine," he admitted. "I threw you in. But then you stayed there and swam with me for like twenty minutes!"

My face cracked, giving away my true feelings. "That's because I was already wet."

"Uh-huh," he smiled back. "I think you just like swimming with a hot naked werewolf."

He wasn't wrong. But that didn't mean I was going to give him the satisfaction. And I couldn't be that upset either. Not only had he packed towels and a plush blanket for us to rest on, but he'd also snuck into the cafeteria and stolen an entire picnic somehow. I wasn't even sure how he got it in the bag, to be honest, but there we were, naked and lazing in the sun with a pile of food beside us.

"This is surprisingly romantic," I said from out of the blue. "Thank you for this."

I must have caught him off guard because Dustin blushed deep red. "I… I just wanted to do something nice for you."

"Well, I love it," I replied, leaning in close so that my lips were inches from his. "It's really cute."

He pressed his lips to mine, passion seeping through his skin as he kissed me. "You're really cute."

"As cute as your old girlfriends?"

"Compared to them, you're the most beautiful creature that's ever lived."

"Oh my god," I said, giving him a shove on the shoulder. "Don't ever stop giving me compliments like that."

He laughed. "I'll remember that."

Sidling up beside him, I arranged myself so I was lying against his chest, the pair of us staring up at the bright blue sky above. Sunlight warmed our skin as I listened to the strong pounding of his heart under those dense muscles of his. Birds sang in the trees and it seemed as if the entire world stopped existing except for just us. I could have stayed there forever in uninterrupted bliss.

"Do you know anything about familiars?" I asked eventually, my fingers trailing absentmindedly up and down his forearm.

"Not really," he replied, his hand stroking my damp hair. "I know some witches have them, but that's about it."

"It's kind of like your mate bond," I explained. "But it requires a magical contract between the two."

"Are you asking me–"

"No!" I chuckled. "Hell no! We just started this." I glanced up at him. "I like you, don't get me wrong, but a magical binding isn't something you enter into lightly." I turned back toward the sky, closing my eyes. "I just mentioned it to say that I feel a connection with you, too. Witches feel that when they find someone compatible enough to be their familiar."

"Is there only one familiar for each witch?"

I shook my head. "No. That's why some witches have more than one. But that doesn't mean I don't feel strongly about you."

"What does the contract do?"

"Basically, it lets me draw on your power in order to increase my own. And it creates a powerful connection. I wouldn't be able to read your thoughts necessarily, but I'd feel what you were feeling, and you'd feel me, too."

"Wow… that sounds amazing."

"And scary," I replied. "Talk about the end of all privacy. That's why it's not something you should just do all willy-nilly. Not that it stops some witches from doing just that." I looked up at him again, my thumb sliding over his cheek. "I just wanted you to know that I'm not asking you to do something like that anytime soon or ever if you don't want to. Some witches have a reputation for tricking powerful creatures, like you, into becoming their personal batteries. I would never do that to you. Besides, I think we have a lot to figure out before this relationship develops to that level."

"Thanks for telling me," he nodded, kissing me lightly on the forehead. "And a relationship, huh?"

"Isn't that what you want?"

"I'm just happy to be around you. I feel whole when you're around." He chuckled, his fingers trailing through my hair once again. "I've been happy to be around you since I met you. A bit confused at first, maybe because I didn't know what was going on. But it only took a few days to realize I liked you. I tried to deny it, but I couldn't. I know we don't know one another that well yet, but I want to learn everything I can about you."

"You are so sweet," I replied, leaning into his touch. "I'll admit, I hated you when I met you. You're hot, but hot guys are usually dicks, so I just lumped you in with them before I got to know you. And I was mad about the room. But now… well, I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm glad everything got messed up this year."

"Me too."

"Dustin?"

"Yeah?"

"What… uh… What are you going to tell your family?"

His fingers stopped immediately, and I felt a rush of guilt.

"Sorry. I know you're not ready for that yet. I'm just… well, I'm worried. My family will be surprised but will probably continue to ignore me as usual. My father barely knows I exist anyway. But you seem close to your family, and they're really invested in your future."

"No… you're right," he replied at last. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to tell them. Thanksgiving is coming up, and they'll expect me home. I'm worried they'll know what's happened the moment they see me."

"Can… Can wolves smell that sort of thing?"

"No, not really. I mean, if you and I fucked twenty minutes before I saw them, they would know. But any other time, they shouldn't be able to tell. There are plenty of wolves who keep their mates secret for a while, and nobody ever notices." He glanced down at me. "Are you going home for the holidays?"

I shook my head. "No reason to. My parents will be at their big parties I'm not allowed to attend. So I'd just be home alone."

"I wish I could invite you to mine…"

"And watch your entire family melt down?" I scoffed. "I don't think so."

"Maybe I could stay here with you," he offered.

I looked up at him, surprised by his generosity. "You don't have to do that…"

"It's just turkey. And a bunch of family I honestly don't want to see. Staying with you would be a lot better."

I'd never had a Thanksgiving with a friend before. Now that I heard that thought in my own head, it sounded rather sad. But it was the truth. Every Thanksgiving during my childhood was spent with the nanny or alone. Since college, I'd just stayed at the academy over break. A few people stayed on staff to operate the teleportation ring, so it wasn't impossible to go somewhere else and get a meal when the cafeteria closed down.

But it would be a lot more fun with Dustin around.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Are you kidding? I'd love to!"

"As long as it doesn't bother you…"

"Done then," he smiled, kissing me down the side of my neck. "I'll spend Thanksgiving with you."

"I feel like I owe you at least another blowjob for that." His cock suddenly began to thicken beside me. I reached out, stroking it softly as it hardened in my hand. "I see someone else likes that idea, too."

"What?" he laughed, his face beet red. "You're good at them."

"Would it be too egotistical to say I know?"

"Only if you promise to keep practicing on me to get better."

I smiled, sliding down his body until my lips were pressed against his cockhead. "You've got a deal."

"R-Right here?" Dustin stuttered, glancing around.

"Who's going to see us?" I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, running my tongue up the underside of his cock. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N-N-No!"

I chuckled to myself. "I didn't think so."

Leaning in, I licked the bead of precum forming at his slit, savoring the sweet flavor on my tongue. The sunlight had warmed his skin, making him sweat just slightly, and that made his musky wolf scent even more intense. I drank it in as I ran my tongue down his shaft, around his balls, and back up to his head.

"Fuck that feels good," he breathed, relaxing a bit at last.

"You should let me eat your ass sometime," I smiled back, looking up over his cock at him. "That would really blow your mind."

He shuddered, although I don't think it was completely out of fear. For a moment, he looked as if he was about to say something, but as soon as my lips wrapped around his thick cock, all words were lost.

I knew I could only put about half of him in my mouth. My jaw hurt just thinking about opening wide enough to get more of him in. But this time, I had a plan. With one hand gripping the backside of his balls and giving them a gentle downward stretch, my other hand pumped the base of his cock, closing the gap between my lips and his pelvis. Once I'd worked up enough saliva, the entire thing was slick and easy to stroke. I squeezed gently, building up the friction as my tongue swirled over his glans. Already, I could taste the precum that was flowing easily now. I was happy to know that even after just one blowjob, I'd found nearly all of his buttons.

"F-Fuck," he gasped, his abs tensing. "I'm gonna–"

He never finished his sentence as he grabbed the back of my head, pumping my mouth full of his hot, salty seed. I lapped it up like a dog, swallowing every last bit. After that, I licked him clean, ignoring his cries from the overstimulation. I couldn't let a drop of it go to waste, could I?

Once the shivers died away, Dustin was clambering around me to get in between my legs.

"My turn," he said, going down on my cock with enthusiasm.

He went all the way to the hilt in one go, and he pulled back, coughing and gagging. His eyes watered up as he sat up, clearing his throat.

"S-Sorry," he muttered. "Got a bit carried away."

"Take your time," I laughed, unable to help it. "It's not a competition."

Regaining his poise, Dustin dropped back down. This time, he followed my lead, wrapping a hand around the base of my shaft and using his mouth for the rest. He started slow, but in a minute or two, he'd sped up to a good pace. More than once, he dipped down to my balls, running his tongue across them and making me shudder.

Then, he stopped.

"Can… Can I try something?"

"Sure," I replied, not caring what it was as long as it involved his tongue. "Anything you want."

Suddenly, I felt his hands behind my knees, tipping me onto my back. In less than a second, I was spread wide, my hole warming in the sun. I had a feeling I knew what he was doing, but I was surprised he was willing.

He paused for a moment, taking me in. I thought he'd ask for tips or if it was okay, but he didn't. Instead, he dove in headfirst. His tongue started at the base of my balls, sucking on them gently before he moved down to my taint. I couldn't help squirming in his grasp as the moans escaped me. It felt so fucking good. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten a good tongue-lashing.

Moving further south, I felt him hesitate for a moment. But then his tongue slipped down across my hole, and I couldn't help a small gasp.

"Fuck…" I groaned, my eyes rolling back.

That was all the encouragement Dustin needed. A second later, he had his full tongue smearing up and down across my hole. I moaned, tipping my head back as the sparks exploded across my body. He worked me over, swirling, pushing, slowing, and doing quick little flicks, testing each one to see how I reacted. All the while, he had his hand wrapped around my cock, stroking and teasing as he went.

It didn't take long before I felt the tingling sensation building in the base of my balls. My cock was rock hard in his hand, and all my muscles tightened. I didn't get a chance to say anything before the wave of pleasure threatened to consume me.

But Dustin could feel the orgasm coming. At the last moment, he pulled away from my hole and forced nearly all of my cock down his throat.

I bucked involuntarily, pumping his throat full of my seed. However, Dustin didn't pull back or gag this time. Instead, he drank my cum hungrily, just like I had him. He eased back slowly, sucking me over and over again to make sure he got every last drop. I shuddered in his grasp until, with a small pop, he finally let me go.

"Holy fuck…" I muttered. "Wow…"

"Was it okay?"

"Okay?!" I just scoffed, my chest still heaving from the intensity of my orgasm. "That was one of the best I've ever had."

Dustin crawled up my body, my legs wrapped around his waist. His still-hard cock pressed up against my ass, and I let out a small whimper. He leaned down, kissing me hard and rough.

"I want to breed you next time," he growled against my lips.

I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him back even harder. "Whatever you want," I replied. "I'm yours."