by J. D. Light
When they started alienating Sutton, the brother I adored more than if he had actually been my blood, I didn't understand. How could I? I was so young. But over the years, I'd pulled away from my parents, ignoring their demands that Sutton and I keep our distance from each other.
He was my brother, and my best friend.
All that drama over these damn birthmarks.
If they only knew what these marks meant. My extremist mother would call a priest or something to have us exercised of the demons.
I wasn't worried something was wrong with Sutton and I, or that we were going to hell because we could give our mates babies. If God is love, there is no way he isn't right here with this group of people who love each other so much, and find joy in the marks that had caused so much trouble for Sutton.
Glancing at my mate surreptitiously, I felt that warm glow in my chest again, and I knew without a doubt that I was falling in love with him.
Smiling, because the thought of how much my life had changed for the better, because of some creep scaring me out of town, made me so, incredibly happy.
I had friends. I had a mate. I had a family.
"That's a pretty smile, NBB."
I gave him a faux glare. Even that annoying nickname he'd given me three years ago, couldn't drive my happiness away.
"I have a lot to smile about, Foxy."
Bennett snickered. "I'm so going to start calling you Foxy."
"No you're not." Thompsyn, Foster and I all said in unison.
"Wha––Why?" Bennett whined.
Thompsyn sighed. "Because, you'd only be doing it to start a fight, and obviously it's Burke's pet name for him."
"You're so grumpy, today."
"I'm grumpy everyday," Thompsyn grumbled.
"True," Bennett said, dryly. "Well, were to first? When are you supposed to take your tests, Burke?"
Groaning, I let my head drop forward. "I wanted to get 'em all over with, so I scheduled 'em all for Monday, because that was the soonest they'd let me take 'em."
"Why don't we all go get checked in to our rooms, and maybe get a little bit of rest?" Foster was watching me, probably taking in my sleep-deprived condition. He was mostly to blame for that. "Then I can take Burke to his apartment to get all of his belongings that he wants to take back to Purdy, and you two can go to Grady's apartment and pick up his scent."
Pulling me into his side, Foster pecked a kiss to my forehead.
When we all climbed into the car Foster's boss had waiting for us, I bit my lip and smiled over at him before resting my head back against the seat.
Even with all the Grady shit, only one thing was bothering me. Why hadn't he mated me yet?
***
I nibbled my lips as I pulled my clothes from my back, putting them in the bottom two drawers of the hotel room dresser. I knew I needed to talk to Foster about the mating, and find out where is head was, but I was terrified at the same time.
We'd talked about what it meant to be mates, but we hadn't discussed the actual mating. And we definitely hadn't discussed the fact that I was a gleaming virgin.
Not that I hadn't used dildos. I'd been using them for three years now. Ever since my video call with my brother had been interrupted by a snarky man with light, golden brown hair and amber eyes.
I could get myself off handily enough, but being responsible for someone else's pleasure seemed daunting. Sure, we'd rubbed off on each other and he'd blown me, but in both of those instances, he'd done the majority of the work. I'd just reacted, letting my body guide me.
What if I wasn't any good? What if he rejected the idea of mating before we even got to that point?
Was it worth ruining what we already had? I risked losing something I just got by bringing up the mating.
I was one hundred percent positive I was ready to spend the rest of our lives together. But what if he wasn't? Logically, I knew he would probably get ready eventually, but I didn't think I could handle the rejection. Even if it was only temporary.
"What's wrong, NBB?" Foster's strong arms wrapped around me from behind, and the urge to cry hit me hard. "Are you worried about being back here? Worried about Grady?"
I couldn't lie to him, so I just shook my head, and tried to paste on a fake grin, looking at him over my shoulder.
What I thought was going to be a reassuring smile, must not have been very convincing, because Foster frowned, before drawing me toward the bed, where he sat down and pulled me into his lap.
"Talk to me, baby," he pressed, softly. "What's going on in that beautiful, blond head?"
I opened my mouth to protest. To tell him nothing was wrong. I was absolutely fine. But only a squeak emerged and I couldn't form the words. I just couldn't lie to him.
I cringed. "I'm not really worried about Grady, to be honest. I feel safe with you. I'm just…uh––" I swallowed, not really sure what to say. Finally, it came out as a squeak. "I'm a little nervous about matin'."
"Oh, baby." Foster squeezed me, and started rocking us a bit. "I promise, you can have all the time you need. I want to mate you, so bad I've had to take up meditating. But I'd never rush you into something so important."
"Oh. So, it's not that you aren't ready? It's because ya think I'm not?"
"Did you think otherwise?" Foster pulled his head back, so he could look down into my eyes. "Oh, baby. Were you afraid I'd reject you if you wanted to mate now? Is that why you were getting so sad?"
Sighing, I pressed my lips together in a self-deprecating smile, and scrunched my nose. "It mighta crossed my mind."
"Do you want to mate, right now, baby?"
"Yes," I whispered, looking into his beautiful, warm, butterscotch eyes. "I might not be any good at it though. I've never done anything with anyone." Cringing again, I bit my lip. "You were actually my first real kiss. Jerrica Stites and I peck kissed in like eighth grade. But I don't feel like that counts."
Looking surprised, Foster smiled. "Well, you kiss beautifully for never doing it before," Foster said, leaning down to swipe my lips with his. "I'd kinda already guessed the other." Throwing up a hand, he said, "Not because you were bad at it, because baby, it was amazing. Obviously. Considering I can't not get off like a fourteen year old every time I touch you. But because you keep yourself so busy. I'm actually surprised you had time to kiss this Jerrica person."
I giggled at his smirking face. "Someone dared us on the school bus after school. I had a few seconds, so I did it." I shrugged.
"Do you have a few seconds, now?"
"Why? Because that's all it'll take?"
I laughed when he picked me up, spun me and slammed me onto the bed, falling on top of me. "That's probably pretty accurate."
He kissed my neck, and I moaned. This man. How could I not be falling in love with him?
"I want ya to mate me, Foster." Looking directly into his eyes. "I wanna be yours forever."
"Gawd, baby. I've been wanting to hear those words since before I met you." His eyes looked a little misty, but he was smiling the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
He was mesmerizing to me. Always had been.
"I honestly never thought I'd get a chance to be with you like this, Fos. I was so sure my obsession with you was onc-sided and more than a little crazy, considering how strong it was. But I want this, so bad. I've never wanted anything more."
"Me either." He ran his lips against mine again, moaning when his tongue came out and licked at the seam of my lips. I groaned, arching up into his body, wanting more of him touching me.
Reaching around him, I pulled him closer, while pushing his shirt up his back, needing my hands on his bare skin. I nipped at his bottom lip, making him moan and sink further into me while thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
"I love the way you taste," he said after several, long, leisurely sweeps of his tongue into my mouth. Then he was diving back in.
"We have to take our clothes off. I need to feel you against me." I grunted, when his dick ground down on mi
ne. "Inside me."
Foster pulled back, leveraging himself off of me and backing off the bed, while I followed, kissing and nipping at his lips. When we were finally both standing, he pulled his mouth from mine to whip his shirt up and over his head before latching on to mine.
It was a frantic, desperate dance we were both doing as we kicked off our shoes, tugged off our socks and shoved our pants down our legs.
I loved looking at Foster naked. It was one of my favorite sights in the whole world. Right up there with his cocky smirk and happy smile. But I needed him against me so much, right then.
I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He didn't even grunt from the force, just growled as he gripped my ass cheeks in both hands and squeezed.
He latched on to my mouth and spun us again, falling ungracefully onto the bed with me still stuck to him like a leech. I could feel his pre-cum in the crease at my groin, where his dick had been wedged when I jumped him.
Mine was leaking between our bodies, painting the trail on his stomach.
Stretching as far as he could, Foster tried going for the hotel nightstand, but neither of us wanted to stop kissing. So, we almost fell in the floor, when he leaned past the breaking point and my weight suddenly added to the weight hanging off the side of the bed.
We both laughed, when he caught us with one leg and had to hop a couple of times to get his balance and roll me a little further onto the bed.
"Okay," he said, holding up and hand, when I tried to kiss him again. "Let me get the lube, or we are going to end up with broken bones trying to reach it.
"They give you free lube here?" I asked, confused about the actual presence of lube in the drawer by our bed.
"No," he said, smirking down into my face once he had the lube in hand, and had managed to get himself back into position between my legs. "I put it in there a few minutes ago, when you were over there being worried I didn't want to mate you. I was really hoping you'd be ready to mate before we went back to Purdy."
"Good thinking, Foxy." I licked his lips, slowly. "Why don't you go ahead and get my ass ready for that big dick?"
Foster closed his eyes, groaning. "Damn it, baby. I'm going to come with little to no touching again if you don't quit talking like that." But he pulled back, spreading my legs an looking at my opening with an almost, pained need.
"Look at that," he whispered reverently.
Reaching out, I grabbed his hand and pulled it to me, forcing him to cup my taint, causing the tip of his middle finger to slide against my hole. I moaned, throwing my head back and writhing against him.
My balls rested against his wrist, sliding over the heel of his hand and back, as I moved against him. The head of my cock was constantly leaking pre-cum against my stomach where it was rubbing enticingly.
My mate's mouth had dropped open, his longer than normal teeth peeking out from under his top lip, as the fox entered his eyes.
He was a gorgeous, awe inspiring sight, and it only made me buck harder against his hand, as he watched me like I was the best porn he'd ever seen.
"Fuck, baby. Your are hot as hell." His breathing was coming hard, making his delicious chest pump.
"I need more, Fos," I whined, spreading my legs farther. "I need you in me, now."
"Shit." Finally pulling his hand away, he opened the lube and poured some onto his fingers, rubbing them together. Without a second's hesitation, he pressed the same middle finger against my hole, until it popped through. "Fuck, you feel amazing."
Slamming his eyes closed, he dropped the lube, so he could use his now free hand to squeeze the base of his dick. He looked pained, as his lips drew tight, and his eyebrows almost touched in the middle of his face.
Finally under control, he opened his eyes and let go of his dick. He slid his finger out of me, and added a second, spreading them inside me. When he pressed up, into the front of my channel, he hit my prostate, making my body bow and my dick jerk.
"More, please. I need more." I didn't care how demanding or needy I sounded. I was already so close. I just wanted my man in me.
He slipped a third finger in, he quickly made room for his dick, then pulled out, repositioning his legs, so that my ass rested on his thighs. He sat there like that for a moment, gripping his dick and my hip, breathing in and out, and clearly struggling with himself.
When he seemed a little more in control, he looked at me with those fox eyes, before leaning down and taking my mouth. Strangely, I loved the way his long teeth felt, when I explored them with my tongue.
I felt the head of his cock brush against my hole, and I whined wantonly into his delicious mouth. "Yes, please."
He pushed forward, while I pushed out. There was a lovely sting when he broke through, and then the euphoric sensation of being filled up.
With the size of him and the position we were in, there was no way he could miss my prostate. His dick moved against it over and over, making my balls pull tight. He released my mouth, sitting up a little more. The new position made his head press harder against my button, and I screamed as he pumped twice more. Cum shot out of me like an open hydrant.
He moaned, his intense eyes watching me. I felt his thrusts stutter, and then I was being filled with his warm seed, causing me to shiver all over again.
He was still pumping me full, when he leaned over and bit down hard on the still healing bite mark on my neck.
Foster had told me it would be orgasmic, but I wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. But the orgasm that took me then, made my eyes roll back in my head, as more cum shot out onto our stomachs.
I felt him unload more cum inside me, just as my vision started to fade and my body went limp as a noodle.
Chapter Six
I held my limp mate and smiled, as I licked the mate mark on his neck until it stopped bleeding.
I was so going to tease him about passing out, later. I couldn't wait to hear the sassy comeback he would unload on me, either. He was mine now. He was never getting away from me. No matter how bad I pissed him off. He'd have to put up with me.
Easing out of him, I got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it before returning to my satisfied looking mate, as he lay completely limp and sprawled across the bed.
Burke Hilliard was the most gorgeous, funny, sweet and caring person I had ever known. And I was madly in love with him. The thought made me smile.
The idea of telling him made me smile even more. He would probably give me hell, before admitting that he loved me too. At least I hope he loved me too.
After cleaning us both off, I tossed the rag and climbed up in bed, maneuvering him so that he was on his side, and I could spoon up behind him.
He mumbled something and giggled, when I kissed his neck, but I couldn't make out what he said. It made me smile anyway, and I nuzzled against him again, my eyes already falling closed.
I had my mate in my arms, and he was all mine now.
***
Burke grumbled against my chest, as the pounding on the door got louder. "Go 'way!"
"Come on, you cum drunk, sex monsters! You've been in there for three hours. It's almost dinner time, and we still have a few stops to make tonight!"
"I don't wanna." He rubbed his face against my chest, letting out an aggravated puff of air, when Bennett banged on the door again. "Fine! We're getting' up. Now go away so we can get ready!"
"No sex! We don't have time."
Lifting his head up, Burke raised an eyebrow at me, smirking. "He must not know your track record."
"Ha ha. At least I stay conscious during an orgasm."
"I think I'll start callin' you MMM. My Minute Man."
"Don't worry, NBB, I'll get you some smelling salts for your delicate disposition."
We both laughed as we climbed out of bed. I shooed him to the bathroom for a shower first, while I sent a few quick texts to Alpha Flynn and my boss.
When he came out, rapped in a towel and looking all ro
sy from the hot water, I almost said fuck the time, and tossed him back on the bed for another round, but Bennett pounded on the door again.
"No sex!"
"I wasn't going to!" I yelled at the door, wondering how he knew what I was thinking.
"Yes you were. Newly mated couples are always thinking about sex. Let's go, Todd, Copper's getting hungry." Bennett yelped, making me think Thompsyn had probably just thumped his ear again.
Someday, that boy's ear was going to fall off.
When I looked at Burke again, he was smirking, while he pulled clothes from his bag.
"What?" I asked, already heading toward the bathroom.
"We both know you were thinkin' about ravishin' me."
Shrugging, I chuckled, and continued on to the bathroom. "The asshole is right. I'm always thinking about ravishing you."
My shower was fairly short. Mostly because, the longer I stood in there, the more I thought about my mate, and the harder it was not to either go in there and fuck him stupid, or wrap my hand around my aching dick and stroke.
Within fifteen minutes, we were joining Thompsyn and Bennett in the lobby, so we could go find somewhere to eat.
My mate knew all kinds of places to eat, but admitted he didn't know where over half of them were located, because he always had the food delivered to his apartment. Sutton hadn't exaggerated, when he said Burke got wrapped in things and lost all track of everything.
We all agreed on Italian, and Bennett used his phone to look up a place Burke said had the best pastas and bread sticks.
I was hard the entire meal, listening to my baby moan, as he destroyed his food. Bennett laughed at my squirming, and Thompsyn sucked in his cheeks, trying to hold back a smile.
It was just starting to get dark when we left the restaurant, but far enough into May to still be fairly warm. With Burke's apartment only a dozen blocks from the restaurant, we decided to have Bennett and Thompsyn take the car, and head on over to Grady's apartment, while Burke and I went and grabbed the stuff from his apartment he'd been missing, and have a moving company pack up and send the rest to Purdy.