by J. D. Light
When I grabbed the other foot and put it up there with the first, resting my forearm on his ankles, he smiled slightly before looking up at my face. "What's your point?"
"We need sleep," I grumbled, pinching the bottom of his foot.
"You might need sleep," he said, giving his attention back to the television while he searched out S-A-W, making me bite my lip and letting it slowly pull from between my teeth. "But I'm still an energetic young man. I don't need sleep. Sleep is for old people."
Pressing my thumb to the center of his foot, I slid it up, frowning at the television. "Fine."
He moaned, letting his head fall back against the couch and exposing the skin of his throat. He was always doing that. Showing me the skin I was dying to mark up with my whiskers, my mouth… my teeth.
That was a crazy thought. But it was true. I wanted to mark him the way one would a mate. Just thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants and I sighed. Sometimes hanging out with him was just as much torture as it was fun. I was constantly hard, and touching his skin and hearing his moans didn't help at all.
Suddenly, his head snapped up and he gave me a terrifying, wide-eyed grin. "Are you scared?"
"Of what?" I asked, even as I mentally groaned.
There was no way he'd ever let me live down my aversion to horror movies. It was just the type of thing he would absolutely love knowing about me.
"Don't of what me," he said, wiggling his foot a little too close to my dick when I stopped rubbing. "We haven't watched a horror movie yet. Do horror movies scare you?"
I gave him a scowl, wishing like hell it worked on him. Unfortunately, he seemed to have an immunity to my facial beware signs.
"My life is a horror movie sometimes," I grumbled, flattening my palm against the ball of his foot and pressing.
He bit his lip, making a face that looked a little too much like he was about to have an orgasm not to make me grunt as pre-cum leaked into my underwear.
Eventually, he took a deep breath and focused back on me. "Yeah, but it's different when you actually live it." He clicked on the first Saw movie and grinned, wiggling in his seat. "You're too in the moment to be that type of scared. In a movie, they build that shit up and you have to sit there and wait for the jump scares, knowing they’re coming, but your heart races every time, anyway."
"Do I need to leave you alone with your hard-on for horror movies?" I asked dryly, raising an eyebrow at him.
Smirking, he raised his hips slightly, digging his heels into my lap and drawing attention to the ridge in his pants. "This has nothing to do with the horror movie."
When my mouth fell open and I blinked at him stupidly, he just laughed, wiggling his foot to remind me I had a job to do, and then turned his attention to the movie.
Chapter Four
Heat shot through my veins as the pressure rubbing against my dick seemed to get faster and a growl rumbled against the skin on my neck.
The scrape of teeth just below my ear made me arch and I whimpered, opening my eyes slowly, a bit confused by the weight on top of me, and the feel of a thick back under my fingers as I dug the tips into the muscle, skin and cotton.
"You smell fucking amazing," Cowen rumbled in my ear, nipping at the lobe.
"Cowen?" I whispered, confusion turning into excitement as his hips ground down again, and I felt my orgasm building, just on the edge. "Shit!" I gasped.
I wanted to kiss him. I needed his mouth on mine after days of the looks and the touches and the growling and scowling. I needed to taste him. I pressed his shoulders, but he didn't seem to notice or lift his head, so I tried again, once again becoming confused when he didn't seem to get my hint. "Cowen?"
When he grumbled something I didn't quite catch before rolling his hips again, it started to dawn on me what exactly was going on and I groaned as I gripped his shoulder, giving it a shake. "Cowen. Cowen, you need to wake up. Cowen."
I gave him a particularly hard shake when I felt more of my pre-cum leak out onto my lower stomach, and my balls start to draw up tight. I had to stop him now or I was going to lose it. "Cowen, Wake up!
"Hollyster?" he asked, his body freezing. Finally, he lifted his head to look down at me, clearly confused. "Shit!"
He started to pull away, but froze again, eyes narrowing before he leaned forward and pressed his nose to my neck again, running it upward and taking a deep breath.
His eyes were huge when he pulled back, licking his lips as he ran his eyes over me. I looked down, noticing how the head of my dick was sticking out of my pants and my shirt was rucked up, exposing my abs and one pec.
"Did you know?" he asked on a whisper when his green eyes finally met mine again.
"Know what?" I asked, reaching down to pull my shorts up higher, making a face when the band sank under my dick, so the material stretched around it, basically outlining my erection.
"Where is your necklace?" he asked, and I blinked up at him before reaching a hand up, feeling for the chain that was always around my neck.
It wasn't special to me by any means, except for the fact that it held the delphinium that had the ability to block my scent from shifters.
It wasn't there. "I don't know," I said, looking around at the area I could see, before easing up into a sitting position. I glanced over the arm of the couch, noticing a silver chain peeking out from under the curtain handing over the sliding glass back door, and I frowned.
How the fuck did it get all the way over there?
I occasionally took the necklace off in the middle of the night, when it got wrapped around my hand by accident and it tugged on the skin of my neck, but it usually just ended up in the bed beside me. Where it was now, it looked like I almost threw the thing or something.
"I can smell you," Cowen growled, and I turned back to look at him, wondering why his eyes seemed so intent on me.
"And?" I asked, drawing out the word and tilting my head to the side.
But as I watched the way he was looking at me, and thought about the way I was crazy attracted to him, actually feeling sad when I didn't get to talk to him sometimes, even when we were just fighting over video chat, things started to click into place, and I realized how significant a certain smell could be to a shifter.
"You know," he growled, looking completely disgruntled at the fact that the way he made something that was supposed to be the best thing to ever happen to a shifter, look like his own personal torture, and wanting to smack myself in the forehead for not realizing that being attracted to everything about this man should have been my first sign.
Chuckling, I thought back to all the times I'd masturbated after one of our heated video chats about how fucking mean he was.
"What the fuck are you laughing about?"
"Thank God," I groaned, lunging for him and wrapping my arms around his neck, making him fall back into the arm of the couch behind him.
I crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs and pressing my mouth against his, loving the rumble in his chest as I licked at the seam of his lips.
"Wait," he said, pulling back, his forehead pinched in its normal expression as he searched my face. "You know you're my mate, right?"
I moaned, letting my forehead fall against his. "It sounds even better when you say it."
His erection was pressing against the ridge just behind my balls and I needed more. I rotated my hips, feeling the pressure move against my dick and I stuttered out a moan-gasp hybrid. It felt amazing, so I did it again, making him grunt and latch onto my hips with bruising fingers.
"Don't you kind of hate me?" he asked, his voice going even deeper than usual. He groaned when I opened my mouth over his pulse and sucked, wishing like crazy that the mark it left would stay.
"I wish," I moaned, nibbling the skin up the side of his neck to his jaw while grinding against his dick. "You drive me fucking crazy, but I've been dying to get my hands and mouth on you since the first time you growled at me. You growl all the fucking time. Drives me insane."
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My words were stilted, broken up by kisses and gasps. It all felt so good, so fucking perfect.
"You make it impossible not to," he growled, letting his head fall back, so I could nibble lick and suck at his Adam's-apple. "You're infuriating."
"I'll show you infuriating." Lifting up to my knees, I pulled the band of his shorts away from his body and fished his cock out.
"Fuck!" he growled, throwing his head back as I stroked his beautiful dick.
"In a minute," I answered breathlessly, watching his gorgeous organ move through my hand.
"Hollyster, fuck. I need to see you, touch you."
"Oh shit," I groaned, my dick throbbing. "That fucking growl."
I scrambled off his lap, throwing my clothes off in every direction, nearly getting caught up in my shorts, when I looked up to find Cowen already completely naked, leaning back on the couch with his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it as he watched me.
"You're so fucking gorgeous." I moved forward, letting my eyes just continuously roam his body, taking in everything… that was apparently mine. Fuck! That's amazing. "You can't claim me yet. I have work to do."
"Fuck!" he said, watching me step closer. "Then you're going to have to fuck me, because I can't be inside you right now without marking you."
I froze, my knees nearly giving out. I'd just assumed he would be doing the fucking. Everything about Cowen screamed top. I didn't usually bottom. Not because I was against it, more because I was against it with strangers, but I would have bottomed for Cowen from sunup to sundown.
Swallowing, I shrugged, "That's cool."
Cowen's eyebrow raised, and I saw the lip tic that told me he was close to laughter. I loved when he made that face.
"God, you're annoying," he growled, scooting to the edge of the couch and spreading his legs, letting me see his pretty pink hole.
"Fuck, Cowen."
"Make yourself useful, Hollyster," he grumbled, reaching down to run his finger over his rim. "Go get some lube."
I had never been so graceless in my life as when I took off for the bathroom, tripping over all the clothes I'd taken off, and running past the bathroom door, because I didn't throw on the brakes fast enough.
I heard Cowen laughing behind me, but I ignored it, knocking over the contents of the medicine cabinet as I scrambled for the lube.
When I got back in the living room, he was working a dry finger into his ass, his legs spread and his dick leaking against his abs.
Dropping to my knees between his legs, I opened the bottle, drizzling a little against his fingers, and watching him work it into his body. I was fascinated by the sight of his thick fingers sliding in and out of his hole as he opened himself.
"Now," he grumbled, pulling his fingers free. "Right now, Hollyster. I need you inside me.
I groaned, leaning forward to lick inside his mouth as I pressed the head of my dick against his opening. I eased inside, and my cock was encased by the scalding heat of him inch by inch.
"Oh shit," I whimpered, my dick not even halfway inside his body and already my balls were pulling up, preparing to spill.
"Damn it, Hollyster," he growled, his hole pulsing around me. "I fucking need you."
He gripped my ass in big, rough palms and jerked me forward, and I yelled as I sank balls-deep into his body.
I braced one hand on the couch back behind him and the other I wrapped around his thigh, giving myself a moment to get control of my body. When he reached up, scraping a nail over my nipple, I lost all control. I began to thrust in and out of him at a brutal pace, angling my dick up so that the head massaged his prostate on the way in and on the way out.
"Yes," he said, his voice rumbling over my entire body. "Yes, Holl. Right… fuck! Just like tha––" He barked out a yell, his dick pulsing and thick ropes of white come pumping out of his untouched cock, onto our stomachs.
Watching his gorgeous, face, caught in a scowl even as he was lost in ecstasy, I grunted, pumping jet after jet of seed into his body, feeling like my entire being was being sucked out of my body and into his.
I fell forward, pressing my face against his chest and just breathing in the smell of Cowen. Of my mate.
"Holy shit," I whispered, folding my hands under my chin and looking up into his face.
"Yeah," he answered, a small smile on his face as his glowing, yellow-green eyes met mine. He touched the side of my face, gently rubbing a thumb across my cheek. "Mate. I'm so fucking glad it was you."
I smiled brightly, letting my eyes fall closed as I nuzzled into his rough hand. "I'm so fucking glad it was you too."
***
The first few days back at the office were long and annoying, and I spent the whole time ready to get back to Cowen's house, so he could cook me dinner and snuggle with me on the couch while we watched horror movies, that he still wouldn't admit scared the hell out of him, but always found him burying his face in my neck.
Which is really where he liked to stick his nose most of the time anyway, now that I'd started taking my necklace off every night when we got home.
He still hadn't claimed me, because I hadn't been sure how I was going to show my mark to anyone in a way that wasn't me just dropping trou in the middle of a federal building, but I knew it was most likely going to require few clothes and therefore the possibility of exposing his mark.
It was disappointing and frustrating to us both, but we had found many, many other ways to slake our desire for each other, including me fucking him on any given surface at any given time.
We'd yet to break in one of our offices at work since we were in separate buildings, but the sexting was helping to pass the time. Even if I'd nearly been caught with my hand down my pants a couple of times when I'd been too turned on to remember to lock the door.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could take not being his, though. I wanted his dick in my ass and his teeth in my shoulder so bad, I was about to claw my own skin off.
Fortunately, I'd overheard Mendenhall asking Richardson if he was going to make it to the gym for a swim, and after some digging, found out they both liked to use the health building right there on the grounds on Thursday mornings to swim.
When an opportunity to wear very few clothes presents itself…
"I don't like this," my mate grumbled as I slid out of the truck, already reaching for my bag on the floorboard.
He didn't look inclined to get out himself as he glared crankily at the front of the boring brick building.
"Just think of it this way," I said, batting my eyes and giving him the smile I knew both irritated the hell out of him and turned him on a bit. "If something happens to me, you don't have to have a partner anymore."
His glare moved to me and the pleasant warmth of being head over heels for this grouchy shifter made me sigh. "If something happens to you, I'm burning the fucking building down," he growled, snatching his bag out from the back floorboard, and slinging his door open.
I chuckled, quickly grabbing his hat off the center console as he slid out of the truck and plopping it on my head. "So you do like me."
"Not really," he growled, slamming the door while still scowling at me through the window.
Could he be any sexier? Fuck!
Shutting my own door, I waited for him to come around the front of the truck before joining him. I was tempted to either reach out a hand or slide my arm into the crook of his elbow, but wasn't really sure how he felt about PDA. Not that I would go without touching him in public for long. I was probably going to be pretty annoying with my snuggling, but I'd let him have his grace period to think he was safe.
Except, before we'd even taken three steps side-by-side, he reached out and snagged my hand. If I didn't know him any better than I did, I would swear he was being forced, given the look on his face.
I smiled. It was perfect.
"How are you even planning on letting them see your mark?" he asked in an annoyed sounding rumble. "You're not fucking walking aroun
d naked in front of them, Hollyster."
I wouldn't lie, that had been my first thought. Showering in gym locker rooms was probably one of the easiest ways to expose certain parts of your body to other people. But then I thought about the fact that Cowen would have to be doing the same thing and a strange part of myself that I hadn't even known existed reared its ugly head. Possessiveness.
Who knew I could even be so hardcore?
"Of course not, dear," I said with a smile, squeezing his hand.
I could tell he was skeptical by the look on his grouchy face, but we were entering the building and all talk that might in any way give away the purpose of our visit there and might be overheard by sensitive ears was put on hold.
Once in the locker room, I pulled my swimsuit out of my duffle, purposely laying it on the bench in plain sight. I didn't know what why pissing my man off gave me such a thrill. But it did. It really did.
"No," he growled, glaring at the black material with absolute hatred, even as he used his index finger to scoop them up and hold them in front of his face for inspection.
"What?" I asked, batting my eyes like I always did when I wanted to see his face do that angry twitch thing. "They're swim briefs."
He growled, shaking the garment a few inches from my face. "I'm not going to be able to be in the same damn room with you without looking like a complete fucking pervert and having everyone in the pool freak out," he tumbled out, glaring harder when I snatched them out of his hand and chuckled.
We were the only two people in the locker room at that moment, and I was sure he'd be able to hear if anyone else approached, so I didn't even hesitate to start stripping down naked. It was funny. It never would have even occurred to me to care if other men saw me naked before. If proper locker room etiquette was performed, nobody really mapped a person out anyway, but after the absolute fury that had swept through me at the thought of other people seeing my gorgeous mate completely naked, I couldn't help but feel like Cowen wouldn't much appreciate it, and even though I loved to mess with him, I refused to do something that would actually harm him in any way.
