Chapter Ten

Cardian

Dakota straddled me and ran his fingertips up and down the sides of my throat. I swallowed hard, imagining his fingers rubbing up and down my cock like that. I hated that I brought up Laurni at such an awkward time, but I meant it when I told him I didn't want that relationship to randomly pop up over the claiming vows without any warning.

He pushed my shirt up and the cool air from the ceiling fan played on my naked torso. Dakota leaned down and licked each of my collarbones in turn. He kissed down my chest and abs, marking his territory and leaving behind a warm trail of desire. I ran my fingers through his hair, eager to touch him everywhere even as my cock throbbed for his attention.

He slid down my body as he kissed, and his feet hit the floor with a soft thud. We'd taken off our shoes before venturing deeper into the house, but my ears were alert for any noise that whispered of danger. Dakota made quick work of my fly and stripped me naked. His eyes drank me in until I met his gaze. He was as hungry for me as I was for him. He stripped off his pants before turning his attention back to me.

Holding my gaze, he wrapped his long, soft fingers around my hard dick, and I swallowed down a moan. Pleasure spiraled up and down my shaft following how his fist pumped over me. I rocked my hips, sinking into his tightly squeezed fist, imagining how it would feel to slide into his warm, slick omegahole or over his soft kissable lips. He bent his head down and I put a hand up to stop him.

"Come up here for a second," I beckoned him to me.

He scurried up my body and our lips collided in a hard, deep kiss. When it broke, I lifted him gently, turning him around, and laying him along my body with his head pointed toward my feet. He eeped and grabbed my calves as soon as they were within his reach.

"You okay, mate?" I smirked.

"Yeah. That was just unexpected."

I kissed his thighs and kneaded my fingers into the round globes of his ass as he leaned down again and pressed a promising kiss against the head of my dick. I hissed as the pressure drew squeezing spirals of pleasure around my shaft and fought off the urge to sink my fangs into him. Dakota wasn't my donor or a snack pack. He was my mate.

I buried my face between his cheeks and the sweet, tangy scent of his arousal filled my head until it was impossible to think of anything else. I lapped at the slickness pooled there outside his omegahole waiting for me.

He moaned as he slid his warm, moist mouth down my shaft. I squeezed his cheeks reveling in how good everything felt as we teased each other closer and closer to the edge with our mouths. Unable to resist, I sank a finger into his warm, slick hole and he moaned over my dick. The sound vibrated up and down my shaft creating a fresh spiral of pleasure that only sent my finger deeper inside him. He rocked his hips in time with my finger, his muscles tight and determined.

I licked down to the textured skin of his scrotum and drew circles across his balls with my tongue. He moaned again and I lost myself in that sound. The rest of the world faded away as I tasted him over and over again and he worked me over with his mouth. My balls drew up tight to my body, heavy with all the pleasure Dakota worked to suck out of me.

"I'm close," he came up for air before sinking his mouth down around the head of my dick again.

There he drew frantic rings around the top of my dick with the tip of his tongue. I thrust up into his mouth needing more from him. He held onto my balls as I sank into his mouth for a second time. The pressure was too much and I exploded inside his soft, moist mouth. Dakota drank down my pleasure as I rocked my digit inside him, panting as my brain cells scrambled to regain my train of thought. I moved quicker, thrusting my finger into him as I curled it up, touching his sweet spot. He moaned again, his fingers digging into my thighs as he scrambled for something to hold onto. He came hard, his dick trapped between our bodies. I didn't take my finger away until every last drop of pleasure had been milked from my mate.

He collapsed against me, his head resting against my thigh as he panted for air. I caressed his thighs and hips, soothing him and hoping to draw out the lingering pleasure of his orgasm. He nuzzled my thigh, marking me as his again.

Getting up was a complicated game of untangling our limbs and trying to keep the mess off the sheets. Somehow we managed to get into the en suite bathroom and into the shower without making a total mess of the borrowed room. We scrubbed each other clean, drawing lazy circles of soapy bubbles across each other's skin. Even after a shower, Dakota's scent drew me in.