Page 67 of Virtually Guarded

If you touch my ass first, don’t put your finger in the other hole. I’d learned that the hard way, including a course of antibiotics followed by antifungals. Not something I wanted to repeat, though if I’d understood right, I couldn’t get infections anymore. Werewolves didn’t get sick or carry diseases. I assumed that extended to bacterial and fungal infections, but I didn’t want to test the theory.

“Which do you want?” he asked again.

I grazed his cock head with my teeth, very, very lightly but enough to get my point across. Stop talking. Do what you want.

Sure, boss. He chuckled, and the laugh turned into an even louder moan as I really went to town on his dick. Licking, sucking, moaning and whimpering against the shaft as he finally quit asking questions and started finger-fucking me. Both goddamn holes, because his hand was big enough to do that, with one finger in my vagina and his thumb in my ass.

I was going to fucking explode. The heat, the hunger, the desperation rose in me, and I started forgetting that I was supposed to be getting him off, not the other way around. Just when I thought I was going to lose my goddamn mind, his cock spasmed in my mouth, and he moaned my name as the first burst of cum touched my tongue.

And then my orgasm hit, shoving me over a cliff into total oblivion for a few seconds. Nothing had ever felt this incredible, the pleasure, the contractions in my pelvis. The thick silver threads wrapping around us, joining us…

Mine, Xavier’s voice said in my mind, and my own voice echoed it.

Wait, what? As awareness returned, I pulled back to stare up at Xavier’s wide eyes. His hand was still between my legs, not moving now, just warm, and his mouth moved without a sound.

Until finally one word emerged. “Mine. Fuck, Ren, you’re mine.”

“Did you just…” No. He couldn’t have claimed me. That wasn’t supposed to happen yet.

But it had. Those silver threads. Knowing without any question that I was his. He was mine. Nothing could pull us apart again. His words reinforced it, but the words weren’t what had done it.

I squirmed around so my head was next to his, and then remembered where his hand had just been. “Go wash your hands. Please.”

“Huh?” He held up one hand. “Oh. Be right back.” He moved off the bed way more gracefully than I would have anticipated, between his size and the fact that he probably still couldn’t think clearly. “Do you, um, want some water or something? I can go down to the kitchen for bottled water. Or juice, soda, whatever. It’d just be a minute or two.”

I’d lost contact with my body over the past few minutes, especially when I came, but now my mouth was suddenly so dry it hurt. “Yeah. Water’s good.”

“A couple minutes.” He yanked his shorts back on and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I rolled onto my back and clasped my hands behind my head. Staring at the ceiling, I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Did I feel different?

Yeah. Yeah, I did. Satisfied in a way I never had been before, for one thing. The physical wasn’t the biggest change, though.

I belonged. The fucking rambling in my head that being in this house was tenuous, that “home” could be yanked out from under me at any time, was gone. For the first time I could remember, my mind was quiet. Certain.

I belonged to Xavier. Belonged with him. He wasn’t going to kick me to the curb. No one was going to force me away from him. My eyes were wet, and after a couple of seconds, so were the sides of my face as tears ran down.

I belonged.

The door opened, and Xavier walked in carrying two bottles of water. He came to the side of the bed and looked down at me, his gaze filled with concern. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

“God, no.” I took a shaky breath and sat up a little as he held out one of the bottles. “I…You claimed me.”

“I think we claimed each other?” He wrinkled his forehead. “I’m sorry. We said—”

“God, no, please!” A sudden wave of emotion smacked me upside the head, and I had to cover my eyes for a second. “Don’t say you’re sorry. Say you meant it. Not meant to do it, but that you meant…I’m yours.”

“I meant it,” he said firmly. He lowered himself to the edge of the bed and opened his water. “Ren, I don’t know how it happened, but if you aren’t sorry about it, neither am I. I want you to be with me. I told you, I love you.”

“I…” Shit. The words still weren’t there, though I was pretty sure the emotion was. “I can’t say it yet, still. I want to.”

“When you’re ready.” With a gentle hand, he caressed my cheek. “The words don’t matter as much as the feeling. You’re okay, though?”

“I wanted it,” I admitted, and suddenly I couldn’t look at him. “I didn’t, but then I did. So much. I just wanted to be yours, and it didn’t make sense, so I tried to ignore it.”

“Maybe that’s why it happened. We both wanted it.” He leaned over me. “Hey. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“Just don’t say forever,” I muttered.