Chapter Sixteen

Sheldon

The taste of Travis’s salty pleasure still lingered on my tongue when he pulled up to claim my mouth in a long, slow kiss. He pulled me in close and tight until his kisses and scent were all that filled my mind. He smelled like fur and the forest, like me and the pleasure that still lingered inside my mouth. He smelled like mine.

I still hadn’t completely wrapped my head around the fact I followed my sibling through a gateway to the middle of a highway and that somehow was the way I stumbled into my true-mate. Travis stood between me and the counter, real and in the flesh. This was our first time alone without the risk of someone interrupting and that made it feel all that much more surreal. I was kissing the man I’d spent lifetimes with before and the man I’d spend the rest of this one with. The man who knew without being told that it was almost always a good idea to block out the noise.

Travis stepped out of his clothes as we kissed and pulled away just long enough to tug his shirt off over his head. I traced the lines of his chest and abs with the tip of my tongue. His fingers played at my fly, and I gave him a playful nip as a way of giving him my go ahead. He pulled away from my exploring mouth to strip me as naked as he was before standing up and pulling me back in for another long kiss. I lost myself to his demanding mouth. His tongue spun around mine before letting my tongue dance with it.

My hands found his bare muscular ass and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing two handfuls again. He was fucking beautiful, strong, and everything about him called to something deep inside me. I was done with the balancing act of touch and go that had played out over the last few days in Heartville. I wanted him – I wanted him here and now and all the time. I wanted his skin under my tongue and his pleasure and maybe his blood in my mouth.

Travis’s strong hands trailed up and down my sides, teasing me with a taste of pleasure as I ground my hard cock against his thigh. I was hard and slick and everything inside me wanted him. His hands slid down to grip my hips. I nearly stumbled right out of his grasp, as he picked me up, turned around, and sat me up on the counter.

“Brute! Warn me next time!” I laughed as my arms wrapped around his neck and I leaned down to claim his mouth in another kiss.

I could’ve kissed him forever, but despite me having the literal high ground, Travis had other plans. Pulling back from the kiss, his hungry eyes raked over my naked body. I leaned back on the palms of my hands with my legs parted. I wasn’t shy. If he wanted to look, I’d give him something worth looking at. He cupped my chin and kissed me softly on the lips, his gaze locked on mine. He licked around my lips before sucking the lower one into his mouth to nibble on. A shimmy danced down my spine and I let out a slow breath.

His tongue twirled around mine as his hand slid down my torso to my cock. He pressed it up against my belly and slid his palm back and forth over me until a drop of precum oozed onto my skin. Travis wiped it away with his thumb and licked it off for a taste of me.

“You’re tasty,” he said before kissing me again.

He rubbed me with his palm, varying the pressure as our tongues danced between our mouths. I lost myself to the weight of him squeezing the pleasure into my bones. I leaned my head back against the cabinet and focused on breathing between kisses as my balls pulled up tight to my body. As if Travis already read my mind, his fingers drifted lower. He cupped my balls for a second, reveling in how heavy he made them, before rolling them across his fingers. My breath hitched and a moan bubbled over my lips. I arched my hips, coming up off the counter, desperate for more of his attention.

He raised one of my thighs to his hip and I wrapped both of my legs around him to pull him in closer. Too close to him, would never be close enough. The true-mate magic pulled at me, tugging and pushing me closer to him. Travis slid his hands under my ass and lifted me off the counter. This time, I held on tight as he tilted his head up for a kiss. Our mouths clashed together, and I held onto his head as he carried me down the hall. My fangs elongated. They liked to come out and play when I was aroused and I never wanted someone more in my life than I wanted Travis right then and there. They grazed over his bottom lip, but he didn’t flinch. A speck of his blood, coppery and sweet found its way onto my tongue.

“Magi!” he growled, leaning away from my mouth.

“Yes, Travis?” Magi asked, ever patient.

“Unlock my bedroom,” he growled again.

“As you wish.”

The hinges creaked as the door swung open behind me and Travis carried me inside, kicking the door shut with his foot before laying me down on the bed. In a blur of speed, he was over me, naked, warm and hard. His dick brushed against my thigh, sending a shiver of longing down my spine. Our mouths met in a hungry kiss.

“Condom?” he asked.

“Babies?” I returned the question, trying and failing to swallow down the chuckle that followed.

“That was my question.”

“You’re at the beginning of your career,” I reminded him, running my fingers through his hair, as his cock brushed hot against my thigh again.

“There’s a leave for that. Moonscales aren’t all that different than Hemlock Wolves,” he grinned.

“Okay,” I nodded, thinking about what our life might look like in a few years.

“Okay condom or okay ---” he let his words trail off.

Reaching between our bodies, I took his cock in my hand. He was already hard and pulsating again despite coming in my mouth not too long ago. I stroked him, reveling in his warmth and his pulse playing against my hand. His eyelids fluttered as I moved around until the head of his throbbing cock lined up with the slickness pooling outside my omegahole.

“Don’t worry about the condom,” I said aloud to ensure we were on the same page.

“You’re so slick and warm,” he said, nuzzling into my neck.

Phantom fur played at my skin wherever he touched me as if his wolf wanted to say hello too.

I rubbed the hard, mushroom-shaped head of Travis’s dick against my slick, hungry omegahole. He growled against the crook of my neck as I teased us both about what could come next. His hips rocked, eager to be inside me. Taking a deep breath, I held him in place against me, warming up my body before pressing the head of his cock into myself. He growled again. The sound vibrated into my flesh, dancing over me.

Travis accepted my invitation and thrust forward filling me up with himself. I bit my lip until the coppery tang of blood found my tongue. His dick rested inside me, touching nerve endings I had long since forgotten about and waking them up. My limbs trembled and despite his own heavy breathing, he stroked my cheek softly until my body adjusted to him buried inside me.

I parted my lips for a kiss, and he met me halfway. This time we kissed slowly as our hips started rocking together, finding the rhythm between our desperate bodies. I wrapped my legs around him, allowing him to sink as deeply into me as he could. My breath hitched and then relaxed as our thrusting relaxed me inside and out.

I lost myself to the friction and flame dancing between us until Travis nibbled on my collarbone. He worked his way across until he found my claiming gland taut and squishy under his mouth. I leaned my head to the side to give him access to bite me for our claiming vows. Our claiming glands had lived on our shoulders for our entire lives without ever making themselves known until the moment we met. Then and only then, did they fill up with the clear magical fluid that held the magic from the spell we cast so long ago in the Other World. When exchanged during the claiming vows, it would fill us in on the most important parts of the other. It was a sanity saver for true-mates. It almost felt crazy to love Travis as much as I did when we only met days ago in this lifetime, but this was only one of many lifetimes we spent together.

“I promise to be the best me I can for you,” Travis whispered against my skin before tracing the round edges of my claiming gland with his warm, moist tongue.

His breath danced over my skin sending a shiver of need down my back. Our rocking hips slowed as he placed a firm kiss on the gland. His fangs elongated, grazing over my skin and pulling a moan out of me. He bit into me, and his fangs disappeared as the clear magical fluid escaped through the opening one of his fangs carved into the gland. He lapped hungrily at the fluid as it ran in rivulets and streams. I wondered what it might show him, but most of my life was pretty mundane. There were people I loved and hobbies that came and went. A few wars seen from afar and a few people passing that I was close to.

“You hunt a lot,” he whispered against my skin as he lapped up the last of the good stuff.

“I eat a lot,” I teased. “Besides, it’s my nature to hunt. I’m not that different from my ancestors. I just hunt four-legged prey in the wild.”

His lips claimed mine in a hard kiss before he said, “I wasn’t complaining. Just a bit surprised.”

“Shifters don’t have a monopoly on hunting,” I chuckled and squeezed his dick hard inside me.

His eyelids fluttered and he thrust forward. Our mouths met in another slow but hungry kiss. His abs rubbed over my dick, trapped between our torsos. I reveled in his skin rubbing over mine even as he sank deep into me again and again.

Leaning my head up off the pillow, I kissed across Travis’s muscular shoulder until I found where his skin pulled taut over his claiming gland. He murmured something against my skin I couldn’t make out, but he smelled happy, if still desperate to touch more of me.

I kissed his gland. My fangs were already out, hungry for a taste of my true-mate. I bit him quick. One fang sunk into his gland and the other into his flesh. Blood and the sweet syrupy taste of the clear magical fluid flooded into my mouth. I placed my lips around its edges and sucked on the gland, allowing the good stuff to find my tongue. His memories came softly to me – whispering of his twin, siblings, and all the adults with a constant presence in his life. Run after run played through my memories. Apparently, the Hemlock Wolves went on as many runs as I did hunts. His parents, Lee and Bane, drifted in and out of his memories, always there, but not always at the forefront of things. A wraith or two popped up along with tidbits about his carrier’s younger years. I clung to him as his memories washed over me and mingled together until the voices of the Hemlock Wolf Pack played softly into my thoughts.

“Can you hear the coven too now?”I whispered against his warm, sticky flesh.

“Yes, mate,” Travis’s voice whispered into my thoughts.

“I forgot about this. I forgot about how exchanging the vows pulls us into both of our birth groups,” I whispered back.

“If they’re too loud I can shut them up,” he whispered back.

“I know how to block off group links, but thanks for the offer,” I said and squeezed his dick again.

Our hips rocked together, and his pleasure rained down on me over our newly opened mating link. I was so warm, slick, and tight around him. My head spun with the pleasure coming at me from every direction. I let go and surrendered to it and to Travis’s quickening thrusts into my body. I clung to him, digging my nails into his back. He growled against my lips in a quick kiss. Everything inside me burnt hot as my thoughts melted away and my balls drew up heavy against my body again. Travis was close too. His breaths came in heavy pants and everything about him felt tense and urgent over our mating link. He growled as he thrust into me again. One more thrust and I was over the edge, hanging onto my mate for dear life as my seed spilt between our bodies. Still, I clung to Travis as orgasm rattled my brain. His thrusts came quick and shallow as he sought out his own relief inside me. His pleasure spun around my head, drawing out my own.

His dick trembled inside me before releasing his warm, sticky seed. He threw his head back in a howl of victory. The sound rattled around my brain like all sounds did, but this one was great. It vibrated to my very core as our bodies moved together until every last drop of pleasure was milked from us both. I loved him. I loved us together. I was further from the stronghold than I’d ever been in my life, but laying there with him, trying to catch my breath, I’d never felt more at home.