Chapter 30

Wild Man

The window that I approach is half open, but there's something that's covering the square hole. It's not solid, more like a meshy type of thing, so it won't be hard to cut through. I pull the big knife from the pants that I'm wearing.

Jeans. That's what Ben called them.

I hate the way the rough material feels against my skin. I don't know why people choose to wear the things. And the shirt isn't much better. The cloth isn't as restricting and coarse as the jeans, but it's still irritating and uncomfortable.

It's the shoes that I refused to put on though. Those things felt too tight on my feet, even though Ben said they were the right size.

I remembered momor saying that people can't go without clothes in the big world unless they're in their home. If they do, they go to the place she called jail. I'd rather be constricted by clothes than be put in a place where I can't leave if I want. So clothes it is. Not the shoes though. I don't think I'd go to jail if I don't wear those.

My knife slips easily into the mesh stuff, and I quickly slice downward and over until it falls away. I quietly hoist myself up and over through the square hole. It's dark in the room, but my eyes are adjusted to the darkness enough that I see a bed that's lifted off the ground. I don't know if this is where momor is, but it's the only room that had a window open. The door in the front and back were locked.

Before I get to the bed, I know the person on it is momor. I can smell her. She always smelled the same, even after she bathed. Something sweet, like some kind of flower or fruit.

My cock hardens and it makes the jeans I'm wearing even more uncomfortable. I'm in momor's house, so the clothes are coming off.

I stop at the end of the bed. Momor has the blankets thrown off her, showing me her beautiful skin. I want light so I can see her better. I want to look at her face, so I'll know that I'm actually here. That she's right in front of me and not just part of my dreams.

I put my knife on the end of the bed and reach over my shoulders, pulling the shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor. My cock is so hard that I have to pull the jeans away from my body to be able to get the metal closure down without pinching my skin.

The light from the moon coming in through the window shines on my momor. She hasn't moved since I came in. She's on her stomach with her hands under the pillow. One of her legs is bent and angled upward, leaving them spread open. She's naked. In her position, the shadows of her body cover the area between her legs, so I can't see the spot I want to see.

I put a knee on the bed and crawl on top. The moment my hand touches the skin of her ankle, some of the worry, desperation, and anger drains out of me.

I have my momor back. I feel her against my hand, so I know it's true.

I start at her feet, my lips sliding across her soft and familiar skin. She doesn't wake up, and I don't want her to yet. I don't know if she'll fight me like she did in the beginning, and I need to have my hands and mouth on her. The crazed images of her being taken away from me, hearing her scream my name, has kept me on the edge of sanity. I need to feel her, taste her, take in her scent to know she's real.

She's been gone for too many days with her family, and I don't know if being back in the big world has driven away the feelings she was starting to have for me. When her family was taking her away, she screamed for me, making me think she didn't want to go, but maybe being away changed her mind.

I lick up the back of her leg, a low growl rumbling from my chest as I taste her. I missed having her on my tongue.

When I reach her upper legs, I push the one that's bent further up, spreading her open more. She's still asleep, but her body weeps her juices. I can smell it and it nearly drives me mad. My cock that's pressed against the bed throbs and produces a bead of liquid. I want to rear up, mount her from behind, and ram myself inside her tight body. I will do that, but only after I've eaten her.

I drop my head and take the first taste of my female in way too many days. I groan when her juices explode on my tongue. Momor moans, her hips lifting off the bed, as if, even in sleep, she's needing my touch.

I push my tongue inside as far as it'll go but it's still not enough. I want all of me inside her, just as all of her is inside me. She consumes my body and my mind. She's a part of me, so much so that if she were to ever be taken from me forever, I'd no longer live. It would be impossible, because I need her to breathe.

I play with her little back hole, the one I haven't fully taken yet, pressing the tip of my tongue inside. Momor pushes against me, and I groan against her. I thrust my hips on the bed, but the blankets don't feel right. I need something different. I need my female's wetness sliding against me. I need her snug body surrounding my cock, strangling me with her need.

I lift my head, getting to my knees. With gentle movements, I roll momor to her back. Her eyes are still closed, but her breathing has deepened. She's not awake yet, which shows just how tired she must have been when she went to sleep. But she'll wake soon.

I push her legs apart and lay my body between them. I hook one of her legs over my arm, angling her pussy in the right position. My cock nudges against her opening. I grit my teeth and hiss out a breath. She feels good. Like her body is the only place I'm supposed to be. She was created to perfectly match me in every way.

I don't ram my hips forward like I want to. Instead, I slowly slide inside, watching her face as my cock goes in. I tense my stomach muscles, forcing my seed to stay in place. I'm not ready to release yet. I want her awake when I fill her with my seed.

Her eyes slide open, and at first it's like she doesn't see me.

"Wild Man," she whispers, her voice husky. She lifts her hand and lays it on my cheek. I close my eyes at her touch. "You're always in my dreams."

I open my eyes, turning my head and kissing her palm. "No dreams, momor."

Tears puddle in her eyes, one falling free to slide out the corner. I feel that tear like it's a lick of fire on my skin.

"I don't ever want to wake up. I want to live in my dreams with you."

Her voice is so sad and it makes my stomach feel like I ate something rotten.

"Not a dream, Ever." I push my hips forward, wedging my cock in as far as it'll go, and pressing against the part of her that she likes. "I'm here. With you. Real, not a dream."

When her beautiful brown gaze still doesn't look like she really sees me, I settle my weight on the arm I've got hooked around her leg and wrap my fingers around her throat. I tighten my grip, feeling the heavy thump of her heart against my palm, hoping that if I steal some of her breath, she'll snap out of whatever dream state she's in.

"Fey," she croaks. Her eyes widen and her tongue comes out to lick her lips. "Oh God, Fey." More tears come and she chokes out a sob. "You're real?"

"Yes."

I flex my hips and it's then she comes fully awake and aware that I'm deep inside of her. Her hand lashes out, fists my hair, and drags my mouth down to hers. We kiss like we'll die if we don't. I feel like I will if I don't. I need her lips to live. I need her touch to breathe. I need her surrounding me in every way possible for my heart to beat. It's a kiss full of need and desperation.

"I told you I never let you go," I tell her. I pull my hips back, lift her leg higher and to the side, and drive back inside. "My momor. Your Wild Man. Always."

Momorstill cries, even as she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. Her walls tighten around my cock, tempting me to release my seed. I pump inside her again and again and again.

Never again will I be without this. Without my female. Never again will she be without me. Her male.

I bury my face in her neck and lick the mark that's faded. I growl when I latch my teeth on the spot and suck. She bucks her hips, her body demanding I give her more. I give her everything I have. I slam inside her and retreat, only to charge forward again. Her nails rake down my back, leaving her own marks behind. Ones I'll proudly wear.

When her lips fall open and her walls tighten around me, and I know she's finding her release, I drop my mouth back to her. I want to feel her cries of pleasure against my lips. I want to breathe in her pleasure as I fill her with my seed.

I kiss her until both of us are breathless and need to separate to fill our lungs with air. I let go of her leg and she wraps it around my waist like she has the other one. She tightens her hold, like she'll never let me go. Our faces are so close that I can see the thickness of her eyelashes.

"I love you, Wild Man."

Her words have the pounding muscle in my chest tightening.

I brush the damp hair from her cheeks. "I love you, my momor."

"I can't believe you're really here," she says, whispering her fingers over my forehead and cheeks.

When she grazes my lips, I press a kiss against them. "I always come for you."

She smiles, but her lips tremble. "I missed you so much."

I drop my head for another kiss. Since momor gave me her mouth the first time, I can't get enough. I'll never get enough.

Something loud bangs against the wall and a bright light fills the room. I'm on my knees in the next second with momor shoved behind me. My eyes meet a man who stands in the doorway.

In his hand is something metal, and he's pointing it straight at my chest.