by J. D. Light
Sighing, Green waited until I was facing him with my bathroom bag and some sleep clothes and some clothes for the next day, before closing the door and taking my stuff in his arms. "You'll never put me out enough. I'll explain more later. But for right now, I need you to know, I always want you around me."
Walking into his room, I noticed immediately that there was only one bed, and I frowned. "I should have grabbed my blankets. I'll take a shower and then go grab them."
"Do you get cold easily, Pretty Angel?" Green sat my stuff down on the edge of his bed, and then turned to me, reaching up to cup my face.
"Not really. But I haven't had to sleep without a blanket it a while." And it felt like the shifters might keep this thing at icebox level temps.
Green growled, making me blink up into his dark, dark eyes. "Brian Avers is going to pay for every cold, lonely night you spent in that cell. And so is his worthless pack. You're sleeping in my bed tonight, Pretty Angel. I'll hold you, and keep you warm and protected. Okay?"
Not knowing what to say, I nodded, my eyes wide.
Actually, I was starting to think that expression might be permanent after the day I'd had. Any more revelations on this day, and I might actually have a meltdown.
Pecking a sweet kiss to my lips, before watching his thumb brush over the bottom one, Green groaned. "You take first shower. Then I want you climbing in the bed, and getting all warm and comfortable. We'll finish talking when we wake up."
I did as I was told, heading to the bathroom attached to Green's massive bedroom, as soon as he dropped his hand from my face.
Even though the water felt amazing, I tried not to stay too long under the relaxing spray. In reality, this had been the first shower I'd ever had that wasn't lukewarm or communal. And I didn't even want to think about the way I'd had to bathe before I'd broken free.
Washing as fast as I could, hoping the hot water heater was big enough, so that Green could still have a warm shower, I toweled off, packed all my supplies back in my bag and put on my threadbare pajamas, hoping I didn't get an erection before I had a chance to cover up.
There was just no way these thin things could conceal that.
That was a lost hope, when I walked out of the bathroom to find a very relaxed Green, lounging back on the bed with an arm thrown over his head and his chest completely bare. His shoes and socks were kicked off, leaving him in only his dark jeans with his button undone. His dick was definitely hard, and the dark head was sticking up above his pants.
If a fantasy could come to life, mine had.
He smirked as he stood, and I tried to lower my head so I could maybe pretend I wasn't staring at his amazing body, but that just made me take notice of my own, very obvious erection, and I squeaked, trying to hide it with my bag.
"Don't hide from me what already belongs to me, Pretty Angel." Greens breath fanned against my ear and neck, as he leaned down to whisper to me, not even touching a centimeter of my skin, but still making me close to exploding. "Fuck, you have no idea how beautiful you are like this. Panting and needy."
I groaned, squeezing my bag tight.
"Fuck," Green growled, pulling back and grimacing like he was in pain. "Get in that bed. I'll be out in a minute."
True to his word, Green was emerging within minutes, towel secured around his waist.
I had the blankets pulled up to my armpits with my arms on top, so I wouldn't be tempted to touch my aching hard-on, but even just the weight of the comforter was almost too much.
Green stood at the side of the bed, looking down at me with such concentrated attention. I clenched my hands in the blanket by my sides, and groaned, wondering if I was going to get off with just his eyes on me like that, as pre-cum oozed from my dick.
I watched a missed drop of water travel down his torso, slipping into the center ridge of his perfect abs, and I couldn't help it when my tongue darted out to lick at my lips.
"Damn, Pretty Angel." Green's voice sent shivers across my entire body. "I thought about taking care of this while I was in the shower." He pointed at the erection tenting his towel enormously. "But then I thought, maybe I knew of a way to help us both sleep."
He unknotted the cloth, and I felt more pre-cum dribble out into my bellybutton, as it fell to the floor, and revealed to me the most amazing body I've ever seen in my entire life.
The blanket was then ripped from my body, and I arched off the bed, as the weight dragged along my dick.
"Look at you." Green sounded breathless, and his dick pulsed against his stomach. "Undress, gorgeous. I want to feel your body against mine."
I hesitated for a moment, knowing my thin body was nothing close to as magnificent as his, and my pale skin nothing like the smooth, melted chocolate that his was.
Regardless of the mess that was my face, I didn't actually have a lot of scars on my body. Probably because the wolves had been so good at breaking bones, and they hadn't been allowed to cut me, because Brian didn't want me scarred.
But would Green like what he saw? A slightly malnourished, definitely pale eighteen-year-old with little to no body hair?
Green's eyes narrowed on my hands where they shook, gripping the hem of my shirt. "You know, I watched you yesterday. When you bathed in the creek? Like a dirty old pervert, I watched you wash your beautiful body, and I touched myself the whole time."
He latched onto his dick and groaned, squeezing the meat.
I should have been embarrassed, and maybe I was a little. I'd touched myself too. And cried his name into the air around me, as I shot my load into the water. But watching him then, ecstasy written all over his face, my mind was too busy, and too low on blood to worry about him knowing I'd fantasized about him.
Jerking the shirt over my head, I tossed the thing aside and immediately shoved my pants down, gasping when the chilled air hit my hot dick.
"My Pretty Angel," Green whispered reverently, as I laid back against the sheets, and he climbed up onto the bed.
He grabbed both of my ankles, spinning me at a diagonal on the bed, and moving in between my legs.
My body was like a livewire, shivering and quaking, as his hands skimmed up my outer thighs, up over my hips and stomach, and then over my pecs where he grazed my nipples.
Planting his hands on either side of me, he lowered his body onto mine, trapping our cocks between us, and took my mouth.
This was my second kiss in a day, actually ever, and it was just as awe-inspiring as the first. Green wanted me. He actually wanted me.
I whimpered into his mouth.
I'd never in my life felt something so amazing. His dick against mine, our combined precum causing them to slide together. I couldn't help it. I planted my feet, and shoved up, already too gone to have any control over my body.
It was too fast. I knew it as soon as my dick exploded, sending my body into near convulsions, as my mouth ripped from his so I could scream at the ceiling.
I floated. Possibly passed out.
That was way too fast. And slowly, as my body came back to itself and my mind followed, I suddenly became incredibly embarrassed.
"Oh my...shit," I groaned, covering my face with a hand. "I'm so sorry."
Green's head was buried in my neck, his breathing rough. "For what?" He was panting against my skin, making my spent dick twitch, embarrassing me further.
"You know," I mumbled, not wanting to say it. "For…too soon."
Chuckling, Green pulled back. Only slightly taking the weight I hadn't realized was crushing me, off so I could breathe. "So, you are under the impression that all that jizz on our stomachs is just yours?"
"Well," I felt myself blushing, as his dark eyes danced. He was smirking down at me, and I knew that if it had been anyone else in the whole world looking at me like that, I would immediately think they were making fun of me. But I was starting to get to know this man. "I did until you laughed like that."
"Oh, wow. You have no idea do you, Pretty Angel?" He leaned down and leisurely bru
shed his lips against mine. "I was barely holding on before I climbed on this bed. Just looking at you had me so fucking close. But, touching you, tasting your mouth…fuck. I'm glad you went when you did, because I couldn't hold on a second longer."
For maybe the hundredth time in one day, I just didn't know what to say to that. Maybe it was my severe lack of social skills, or simply the fact that I'd had all the shocks, but as I laid there, looking up into Green's handsome face, I was warm, full, and absolutely happy, for the first time in over twelve years.
"I'll get you cleaned off, Pretty Angel, and then we'll take a nap. You look exhausted."
Nodding, I smiled sleepily, feeling my eyelids slide closed, as Green climbed off of me, and went into the bathroom.
Chapter Four
My mate didn't move a muscle as I used a warm rag to wipe him down, and then climbed in the bed, maneuvering him, so that I was spooning his sweet body. I covered us in a blanket, even though, I was sure I'd be sweating within minutes.
I just needed him to feel safe, and warm.
He'd said it had been a while since he'd slept without a blanket. Which told me, he'd at one time not only done it, but had been used to being cold. And that wasn't even close to covering all the ways my pretty angel had been abused.
The one thing Brian Avers had done right, was killing that bastard who'd tried to rape Rory. For everything else, I was going to be sure to make him suffer.
I'd already started the process of luring him in. Now, all I needed were a few photographs, and the man would practically be hand delivering himself to me.
I smiled as I drifted off, pulling my sweet mate tighter to my body, amazed at the feel of him. At the difference having the right person next to you made.
***
"Pretty Angel," I said softly, shaking Rory's thin shoulder, and trying my best not to notice how smooth and soft his skin was against my hand. "You need to wake up. I want to feed you before you go to work."
My beauty stretched, arching sweetly, as he rolled onto his back. "Green? What time is it?"
"It's four in the morning. I was going to let you sleep, but I didn't think you'd want to be late."
Rory's hair was a tangled mess around his head, and he had creases on his smooth cheek, as his eyes popped open. "I slept for seventeen hours?!"
I smiled, watching his beautiful blue eyes. "You did. Now sit up, I brought food."
He scooted up, blushing when the blanket fell, showing off his thin torso.
I sat the tray on his lap once he got the blanket up and tucked under his armpits. It was cute how modest he was being. But someday, I'd have him comfortable enough he'd completely forgot he was naked around me.
"You guys eat a lot, don't you?" He was looking down at the tray, letting his long, beautiful hair fall in his face, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
I looked at the tray and smiled too. There was two, halved slices of toast and two eggs, but I had maybe gone a little overboard on the bacon. I mean, it was pretty normal for me to eat an entire package of bacon, and then some. Probably not so much for sweet little humans, such as himself.
Chuckling, I kissed his forehead. "Probably, but I've noticed you don't eat enough."
Sinking in on himself, Rory tried to pull the blanket up higher. "I know I'm really skinny. But I was never fed all that well when I was in my cell, and since I've been on my own, food isn't always something I've been able to afford. But even now, my appetite just isn't there sometimes."
"Sh." I lifted his chin so I could see his gorgeous face. "I didn't mean it like that at all, Pretty Angel. You have a beautiful body. I just don't want you to feel like you have to hold back anymore. There will always be plenty of food now that you are here with me."
"How is this even possible?" He whispered, looking at me like I was something to be in awe of. "How can someone like you, really want someone like me?"
"You mean someone that is strong, and sweet? Someone who has been through so much in his short, short life, but somehow doesn't carry around the bitterness that most people who haven't been through a quarter of what you have, pull to their body like a crutch?
"Or maybe, you mean someone whose skin is the color of the creamiest vanilla ice cream with just a hint of peach? Skin that I might add, looks its absolute best when pressed against mine. Or maybe, you mean someone so beautiful, he has the ability to stop conversations when he walks in the room. Or the ability to nearly make me come just by looking at him with his lovely body on display?
"Tell me, Pretty Angel. What is someone like you?" I said the last in a whisper against his mouth, because I simply couldn't resist those pouty, pink lips anymore.
His eyes fell closed, and it was only the thought of us spilling the hot coffee on his precious skin that kept me from falling into that kiss completely.
"I like the person you make me sound like," he said, blushing and dropping his head, as he smiled softly.
"I like the person you are."
Biting his lip, Rory frowned, clearly thinking as he scooped up some egg and put it on the corner of a piece of toast.
I watched him eat, smiling when I could tell he was starting to get full, but didn't want to disappoint me, so kept on.
"You don't have to eat it all, Pretty Angel. You look like you're going to get sick."
"But you made it for me." He paused, looking down at his food with a soft smile. "Nobody has ever made me breakfast. The wolves used to just throw granola bars at me. When they remembered to feed me in the morning."
Grabbing the tray and setting it aside, I gathered my precious mate into my arms, smiling when I felt him nuzzle against my neck. "I could seriously murder each and every one of those motherfuckers," I growled, running my hand down the slightly tangled, but still silky soft locks of my pretty angel's hair.
"I don't think I want to find my mate," Rory said softly, making me choke on my own spit.
While I sputtered, and tried to breathe like a normal person, Rory rubbed my back softly, frowning.
Finally, able to form words without that awful tickle in my throat, I asked, "Why don't you want to find your mate?"
Biting his lip, which was really starting to be one of my favorites of his habits, and looking down at his lap, he paused. "Uh, I just…I really like…you."
His voice had gotten so quiet and unsure. Like he wasn't sure those feelings were welcome. But how could he not see?
Hugging him hard against me, I pressed kisses to the side of his head, down his beautiful, scarred face, and over to his lips. "Oh, Pretty Angel. That's what I was waiting to tell you this morning. I knew we pushed you a little far yesterday, so I decided to wait until you slept on it. I'm your mate. I'm the one who you are going to spend forever with."
Tears spilled over his beautiful eyes, as he looked me over. I've never seen someone look at me like I was the answer to every question they'd ever had. But this young person, who'd been through so much, was looking at me like that.
"How is this possible?" He brought a shaking hand to the side of my face, rasping his fingers against my slight scruff. "Are you going to claim me?"
Groaning, I pressed my forehead to his, closing my eyes. "Yes. Every fucking chance I get. I just wish I had time, right now."
"It'll give me something to look forward to, while I’m at work."
I grinned, opening my eyes, so I could look at my pretty angel.
I needed his mouth on mine. I needed my mouth on his body. I took his lips, sucking his tongue when it darted out to meet mine. He moaned, pulling back to watch me with a shy smile as he eased off of my lap and then back into it, straddling my legs with his own.
His body settled against mine, his ass fitting perfectly into my palms when I skimmed up his legs and then cupped his silky perfection.
His hands settled awkwardly on my shoulders, his eyes watching my face for a reaction. I smiled, squeezing his globes, and pulling him closer, pinning his dick against my abs, as mine rode the crease next t
o his balls, through the fabric of my sweats. His blue eyes darkened further, and he wrapped his arms round my neck, pushing his fingers into my hair, and pulling me to him for a kiss I was happy to let him have control over.
When he started to ride me, I let my eyes roll back, as I gripped his ass, and let him suck my tongue. His taste was perfection, and the sucking on my tongue felt like a mouth on my dick.
His rhythm suffered as his body tensed, and hot seed splashed up between us. The smell of my mate was intoxicating, and unable to control the beast in me that wanted to taste him, I flipped him on to his back and immediately started lathing my tongue against his firm skin, licking up every drop on his sated body.
When his taste hit my tongue, I yowled against his skin, as jet after jet of my own cum shot from my dick, soaking my sweats.
I didn't stop licking until I was sure there was nothing left, and I wasn't surprised that my body continued to ring more cum out with every lick. He was just that delicious.
***
"Did you just take a picture of me?" Rory finished filling my coffee cup up, frowning at the phone in my hand.
"I did." Pulling it back up, I showed him the picture, smiling at the accidental pouty face he'd been making.
Even with his scars on display like that, and maybe because of them, he could have been a model, he was so beautiful.
"Why?" He seemed agitated. "And you got my bad side."
I latched onto his wrist, getting his attention when he was about to top off Foster's coffee. "One, all your sides are absolutely gorgeous, pretty angel. And two, there are a couple different reasons I'm taking pictures of you."
When he raised his eyebrow in a somewhat impatient "well?" gesture, I smirked, liking his feisty side just as much as I did his shy side.
"I want pictures of you. I want to be able to pull my phone out during a long day at the house, and look at you." His eyes dropped to the table, and he frowned slightly. "And the other reason, is something that I believe is in your best interest, and I'm going to wait to tell you until it's all done, okay?"
