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As much as it rankled, Edith’s little lecture worked to get me out of my head. Iwaspulling away from Tor because I was scared of getting hurt. Which is, if you think about it, monumentally stupid because our lives are now magically intertwined with each other for as long as we live. There is really no getting around that, is there? So when he comes back, and I am sure he is comfortable with Theo being settled in with Seff by the fire, I grab his hand and drag him into the dark of the trees.
“Uh, where are we going?”
Thank the Gods for inheriting some of the stronger shifter eyesight because it is dark as shit out here in the Woods away from everybody. I don’t say anything, just keep dragging him behind me until I am satisfied we are far enough away from everyone for our conversation.
Once I am pretty sure we are far away enough that we won’t get lost but the others can’t hear, I nudge Tor into a tree, pushing up against him until our chests are flush and my nose brushes his. In the shadows, I can see his lips curve up into a wicked smile, his arms wrapping themselves loosely around my hips, hooking his thumbs into my back pockets.
I lean even closer, shoving my thigh between his, grabbing his hip with one hand and gently cradling his jaw with the other. He leans into my touch like he can’t help it, and for the first time indays, since that first ill-fated trip to the cottage, the feral, anxious feeling inside of me calms. I hadn’t even noticed how loud it was inside me until it is finally quiet.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper the words like a prayer against his skin, leaning my forehead to his. When my thumb drags across his lip, his smile morphs into something softer, sadder. “I am sorry, Tor. You have been through so much, and I have been such an asshole.” I can feel Tor’s frown against my face.
“What? Baby, no!” His fingers clench against me, pulling me tighter, but I shake my head.
“No, Tor, I’ve been fucking selfish. You have Theo to worry about now and I got jealous and insecure about you leaving and—”
Tor pushes me back slightly, unable to move back himself. “Leaving? You want me to leave? You don’t—” There is a hitch in his voice, his eyes shining with more tears. “You don’t want me to stay at the homestead with you?” His voice is so quiet, so vulnerable. “I guess… I guess that’s understandable. I mean, it’s all been kinda fast and the mating thing was unintentional…” His voice fractures at the end there, breaking my heart into a million tiny shards.
I’mreallycocking this up. Groaning, I slip my hand from his jaw to palm the back of his neck, squeezing it possessively. “No! I do! Shit, I want you to stay so fucking bad. You’re right, it’s fast, but Iloveyou, Tor. So fucking much. And the bonded mates thing, yeah, we didn’tmeanto do it, but it feels right, doesn’t it? I just thought that with Theo… that you would need to go home. Back to Loqueaur, your life.”
Tor’s throaty laugh snaps through the still of the Woods night, his hands running up my back, and stroking over my shoulders to cup my bearded face. His fingers pet the hair there lovingly and I revel in his touch, chasing his fingers.
“You bonehead. Yes, Theo needs me. He needs… a lot. He told me some of what happened and he is going to need a lot of help. But Caelan, I love you too. You areeverythingto me. Even without this bonded mates thing going on, I choose you. Every time, I chooseyou. If you really want to move to Loqueaur, we’ll do that. If you want to stay at the homestead, that’s where we’ll be. Together. I chooseyou.I’ll figure it out with Theo.”
I swallow Tor’s grunt as my lips capture his in a frenzied kiss. There is too much inside me, too many feelings clambering at my chest, desperate to get out, but I can’t make sense of them. So instead I show him, funnelling everything into our kiss.
His fingers move to claw at my scalp, my groan and his rough touch vibrating between us. I pull back just enough, desperate for oxygen, sliding my fingers into his silvery curls to grip them tightly to angle his head just so, and keep kissing along his jaw, down his neck, licking at the tight tendons there.
I can’t resist the animal impulse to mark him. My love, my bonded mate,mineflooding my thoughts as I sink my teeth hard into his neck to bruise the delicate skin there.
“Ugh,yes!” Tor’s guttural cry rings through the Woods, and I can feel the hard length of him against my hip, arching, seeking pressure, the dampness of his leaking pre-cum coating my pants. The edges of my vision white out as my cock rapidly thickens as I grind myself against him. Our panting breaths mingle between us, heating our skin, my head dropping to his neck, burrowing there like I want to bury myself inside him. His hands move to my ass, fingers digging the meaty globes tight, pulling me closer still.
Too many clothes are between us; I need to touch him, feel his skin against mine. I release him, my fingers teasing trails down his writhing body. His muscles flex and bunch under his skin, and he shivers when I trace over the highly sensitised skin of his stomach, teasing and dipping into the waistband of his pants.
My fingers tremble and fumble with his pants, the button and zip beyond my frenzied mind. Finally I succeed, shoving his pants and briefs down in one. Tor’s whine is feral when his leaking, pulsing shaft drags on the rough fabric of my jeans, his hips pumping furiously, mindlessly. My lips are against his throat and I can feel the vibrations of his grunts of displeasure when I pull myself back enough to undo my own pants, roughly tugging at them until I free my cock. It smacks against my stomach with a loudthwackwhen it is finally released from its tight confines.
Tor’s dripping cock lines up perfectly with mine, and I wish there was more light to see his beautiful purple dick against mine. Thankfully, we have an entire lifetime for that, but even then, will it be enough? Tor’s arms come around my shoulders to pull me tight, his fingers pulling my hair painfully to drag my lips up to his, his hips pumping against me, coating my dick with his slickness.
It is sensory overload, his mouth on mine, our tongues tangling in a messy, needy frenzy; my hands, under his shirt, gliding over his flanks, stroking, pulling him to me; his whimpers, my groans echoing in the air; his hands tugging and pulling at my scalp, sending sharp tingles from my scalp down to my balls.
I am greedy. Always greedy with Tor. I want everything, always. I reach between us, which is hard because every available inch of us is touching, like Tor is trying to become one with me, taking us both in one of my big hands. Tor’s abundant pre-cum is more than enough lube for me to stroke us together.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck.” Tor rips his lips from mine, arching his neck back, exposing the elegant lines of his neck for me. I latch onto his bobbing throat, sucking hard as he cries into the dark night. “Your fucking hand, Caelan.”
His lustful groan makes me want to pound my chest and roar at the sky. I can feel his dick getting impossibly harder against mine, flexing, throbbing. Euphoria builds, Tor rubbing his chin on my head while I continue to maul his throat. I can hear animal growls from somewhere, and I think the sounds may be from me, but I have no control over what my body does anymore, my hips joining the furious chase for release.
“Are you going to come for me, baby? Come all over my cock?” I growl against his neck.
Tor doesn’t say anything—I am not sure if he can—just nods deliriously, his eyes screwed tight, his mouth hanging open in deranged lust as he cries and whimpers against me. He is perfect. He ismine.
My orgasm is just there, right at the crest, but Tor beats me to it; his release spills hot and molten over my cock, flooding my hand. His strangled sob rings in the air as I follow him over the precipice, my dick shooting streams of cum I fail to catch, marking our stomachs, our clothes. I’m too fucking gone to care, milking us both until we are too sensitive, collapsed together, sweaty, overwrought and completely undone.
“I love you, Tor. I choose you, too. Please.” My pleas are whispered against his neck. “Please never leave me.”
I can hear him swallow, try to get his breath back under control. I can feel it in his chest against mine. But his fingers, now loose in my hair, rub my scalp and I try not to purr under his gentle touch. He kisses his way across my cheek, light barely-there kisses, until he reaches the corner of my mouth ghosting soft kisses there too, brushing his nose against me, until he drops his forehead to mine.
“We still need to talk about things, especially shit with Theo, but you can’t just close yourself off from me like that. I need you, Caelan.”
I smile against his lips, nodding, taking in his icy blue eyes as they stare fiercely into mine. There is a promise in his eyes. And a demand. A demand for more. With my clean hand, I stroke his cheekbone with my thumb and press a soft kiss to his forehead.
