Banan held him close, never wanting to let him go. Owen was so soft, so gentle, and just having him there, loving on him and riding him, was almost too much for him. Banan kissed him as often as he could manage to between his soft, panting breaths until the moment Owen went still above him. His come sprayed over Banan’s stomach, then he stayed, hovering over Banan until he was done as well.
Only then did Owen move away from him, but he didn’t go far, only to the grass beside him. Banan was glad to have him so close and to be able to continue touching him. With Owen next to him, Banan was able to touch him as much as he wanted to, to feel Owen’s skin against his fingertips. Banan was ready again soon, and he rolled over Owen as the first raindrops started to fall.
Owen opened his thighs, welcoming him in. Banan took him slowly. The rain made him slick and cooled him down even more. The moonlight shone around them, lighting up Owen’s soft features. He was beautiful, and Banan loved being with him. Banan loved the feel of his body clamped down around him, taking his pleasure higher as he slipped deep inside of him.
Owen clamped his legs around the back of his knees, holding him there against him as Banan thrust into him. He panted against Owen’s neck, louder with each passing second, until the only sounds coming from him were little guttural cries.
He came quickly, spilling himself inside of Owen as he lay trembling under him. He was close behind him, his own hand stroking himself as quickly as he could between them until he came as well. Banan hovered over him, his heart racing and his body relaxed for the first time in a while. He didn’t want to pull away from Owen so quickly. He wasn’t willing to just yet. He laid there with him, Owen’s body pressed tightly against his as Banan softened inside of him.
“I don’t want to let you go,” Banan quietly said.
Owen smiled and brushed some of his hair back from his forehead. “Then don’t. I’m not going anywhere. I said I wanted you and that hasn’t changed. I’m yours. I’ve been yours since the first time I spotted you. You were a wolf at the time, and you were looking right at me and right then I was stuck and I was yours. I didn’t find out who you were until later.” Owen stretched his hands above his head, stretching out his body and sliding against Banan at the same time. He couldn’t have him again, but he wanted to.
Banan kissed his neck, his shoulder, and everywhere else that he could. The rain began to come down harder on them, making Banan shiver. They needed to get inside, but Banan lived in the pack house. Owen lived alone, but Banan was sure that would be too much to ask for so soon.
He was completely soft when he pulled away from Owen and lay on the grass beside him. His breaths came in short gasps. He was tired, but it was worth it. Owen took his hand and Banan closed his eyes and let the rain come down over him. They were alone now, and Banan really never wanted to get up again.
“What now?” Owen quietly asked.
Banan shook his head. He had no idea. Only one thing was clear to him. “I know that I want to stay with you. If you want that too.”
Owen gave him a cocky smile. “I already said that I’m yours. Whatever you need, however you want me, you’ll have me. So what do you want? Your time to decide now.” Owen sat up and brushed a bit of grass off his shoulders.
“I want you.” That was the simple part of this whole thing. And, for once, being a vampire and a werewolf wouldn’t matter. Puck had made a safe haven for them in his territory, and they were fine to be together.
Owen took his hand. “That’s settled then. Want to come back home with me? Share my bed, the home that your alpha gave me for my use as long as I wanted to live in this territory? Which, it looks like, is going to be a very long time.”
Banan was definitely on board with that plan. “How long would you like me to stay with you?”
Owen wrinkled his nose a little. Then he turned and looked toward the lights of the pack house. Someone was still awake. Probably Puck and Armand. They were always up late in order to be together. “Do you like living with the other werewolves?”
“Not really,” Banan quietly admitted. It felt a bit like a betrayal of his pack to say such a thing, but he’d never gotten all that used to the noise or to having everyone around. He was far too shy for that kind of life.
“Then why not stay with me? Or we can get a new place. It’s not like it’s hard to convince Puck that we need another house on the property.”
Banan liked that idea very much. “You wouldn’t mind the company?”
“Not at all. Not when it’s you anyway.”
Banan leaned over and kissed Owen on his cheek. “Then let’s go home.”
The End
About the Author
Caitlin was fortunate growing up to be surrounded by family and teachers that encouraged her love of reading. She has always been a voracious reader and that love of the written word easily morphed into a passion for writing. She comes from a military family and the people of the armed forces are close to her heart. She also enjoys gardening and horseback riding in the Colorado Rockies where she calls home with her wonderful husband and their two dogs. Her belief that there is no one true path to happily ever after runs deeply through all of her stories.
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