Creatures of Habit: Chosen Book 27

by J. D. Light

  "You're naked," I said stupidly, the tingles that had erupted on my body from touching his, intensifying as my dick began to plump. He must have noticed. It was growing by the second, becoming more and more rigid, pressing between his cheeks and spreading them.

  He gasped before clearing his throat. "Duh, I was shifted," he said, wiggling slightly as he tugged lightly on his arms, rubbing his warm crevice against my dick.

  I groaned, giving an involuntary thrust, my body moving against his in an unforgiving grind.

  "Fuck, I'm sorry." I whimpered as I did it again, dropping my forehead to his temple, screwing my eyes closed tight and gritting my teeth. "Fuck, Wynn, tell me to stop."

  That was what it would take, I was pretty sure. His protest was the only thing that was going to save us from me. I'd wanted him too much for too long, and finally having his perfect body beneath me was really making it near impossible to control myself.

  I was counting on him to help me stop, to help me do what was right. He didn't. Instead, he bit his lip, tilting his hips and giving a long, slow grind that pulled a grunt and even more pre-cum from my body.

  "Boyce, you're not wearing your bracelet." He twisted his arm slightly, easily breaking my hold that time and latching on to my wrist, his thumb gently running over the skin on the inside, making me shudder.

  I lifted my head, giving it a little shake, not entirely sure what it was he was talking about as sweat started to pop up on my lower back, and my hips again ground down against his ass.

  Had he said something about my bracelet? I managed to look away from his beautiful profile to our arms, eyeing where his thumb was making circles where the leather strip with the charm that always held the scent blocking delphinium normally sat. "No, I… fuck," I said as I was flipped onto my back, and before my body even settled against the mattress, Wynn was coming up over me, straddling my hips and pressing down against my leaking dick.

  He leaned down, putting his face inches from mine. "I can smell you, Boyce." He bent forward, pressing his nose to the skin of my neck, then taking a long, deep breath, growling softly.

  I nodded, not entirely sure what I was agreeing to, but I really hoped it had to do with the one of us getting inside the other.

  He pulled back, his blue eyes shifted to the golden green of the leopard inside him, intense and focused. "Boyce, I can smell you," he said again.

  His hands landed on my chest, his nails pointed and sharp as his fingers convulsed against my skin, pricking it just barely, one lethal claw actually nicking the tip of one of my nipples, making me throw my head back and call out toward the headboard.

  "Did you hear me?" He asked, sounding fevered. "I can smell you." He rolled his hips, riding my dick through my underwear. "I can smell you."

  I shook my head, blinking up at him. I couldn't seem to focus. My body was on fire. I was losing fluid quickly as more sweat broke out on my skin, and pre-cum continuously leaked from my dick.

  "I know," I managed to husk out, just as my eyes focused on his beautiful dick as he sat up further, putting more pressure on my cock. I reached out, wrapping my hand around the beautiful flesh, wishing I could see it even more clearly, and giving it a squeeze.

  He yelled, his body going tense above me while his claws sank a little deeper into my skin.

  His hips rocked, his balls dragging over the cloth-covered head of my dick where the material just continued to get more and more soaked from my pre-cum.

  I stroked him, making him writhe against my erection, dragging his warm crease over my shaft again and again, the sensation unbelievable.

  What the fuck is this? I'd never in my entire life been so turned on. I'd never wanted so desperately to get my hands and mouth on every inch of another being. It wasn't even a want anymore. It was a need. I needed it. I needed him.

  "Boyce, I need you to focus," he gritted out, grinding down hard on the ridge of my dick.

  How the hell was I supposed to focus? My body was seconds from release because of this beautiful, perfect human moving deliciously on top of me, clearly just as far gone as I was as I stroked him, my need to see him get off also just as powerful as my need to do so.

  My balls pulled tight as tingles of pleasure shot along my spine, and I could feel my release building. I nearly lost it completely when I looked down at where he was rubbing against me. The movement had pulled my underwear down enough to release part of my dick, and the sight and feel of his balls moving over the head was sexy as fuck, but just when I thought I was actually going to blow, he rose off of me, gripping my wrist and groaning as he slid his dick from my hand, breathing hard as he pulled back to kneel between my legs.

  He looked at me for a long moment like he was planning on saying something, but with a long groan as he looked my body over, he gripped the band of my underwear and started pulling them down. He gasped, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as my dick settled against my stomach, pre-cum quickly pooling in the carved-out line down the center of my abs.

  He didn't say a word as we worked together to get my underwear off my body and tossed only God knew where. His palms landed on my thighs, his claw-tipped fingers massaging the muscles as his eyes moved over my body again and again. "I marked you," he said huskily, his eyes focusing on the small cuts on my chest from his claws.

  I licked my lips, glancing down at the small beads of blood welled up on my chest. "I know." I met his eyes again, letting him see the lust on my face. "I like it."

  His eyes widened and he licked his lips. "I should've done this a long time ago." He leaned down, catching himself on his hands next to my head and lowering himself until his mouth was inches from mine. "Delphinium or not, if I had just kissed you like I wanted to the moment I met you, I would've known.

  I would admit that since I'd tackled him to the bed, I'd kind of lost track of what was going on, so I wasn't completely sure what it was that he would've known if he kissed me back then, but when he finally lowered his mouth to mine, lightly brushing his velvety, plush skin against my own, I knew that I was never gonna be able to let him go after this. Something told me deep down that this was it. I needed to hold on to this man no matter what.

  When he finally dipped inside my mouth with his tongue, I brought my arms up, threading my hands through his hair and gently tilting his head to the side so that I could lick inside his mouth.

  I moaned, completely amazed at the way his tongue felt sliding against mine. Things were starting to click in place—the surreal feeling of it all, the way I'd never felt anything like it, the gut-wrenching fear of losing him, the way I felt every night not having him next to me—it was all very significant. Had he said something about my scent? He was trying to tell me something then. Something that was taking far too long for my brain to understand. Something only a shifter would detect.

  When he pulled back, his eyes were shifted and intense. He didn't say anything, but I could see that he knew I understood. We were more than just friends, though we were definitely that. The reason I was so drawn to him, the reason I struggled every single night with missing him so much my stomach rolled with anxiety and the need to be with him… was because he was my soulmate. My mate. I had a mate, and he was the most perfect being I'd ever met in my life.

  He bit his lower lip, dragging it through his teeth. It was incredibly sexy, and I wanted to taste him again, wanted to pull that plush flesh between my teeth and nibble, but he slid down my body, stopping to lick the beads of blood he left behind, and then to nip at the skin just below my belly button. He stopped to lap at the pool of pre-cum, groaning and shuddering.

  My breathing was rough, small shallow pants sawing in and out of my chest. His eyes met mine as he opened his mouth wide and took a long, slow swipe of my dick, stopping to let his tongue slip into the slit at the head. Again, he moaned, his eyes rolling up in pleasure as he rolled my flavor around in his mouth.

  He was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. I knew it wasn't gonna take lon
g once he got me in his mouth, but when he stood me up, rolling his tongue over the head of my dick, letting his saliva ease the way before he sank down on me taking me all the way down his throat, I saw stars, and my feet threatened to cramp as my toes curled hard. He didn't waste time, bobbing up and down on my dick in long, smooth strokes, mouth and throat a warm wet vice around me. I exploded in seconds.

  He pulled off slightly, jacking my dick while sucking lightly on the tip, letting me come against his tongue, his eyes once again rolling back in his head as his body stiffened gurgling around me.

  I lay there panting, not really sure what was up and what was down. Never in my life––apparently, I was having a lot of firsts that night—had I ever felt anything like that. It was more than just the best orgasm of my life. I could feel the happiness bubbling up inside me. Straight giddiness making my insides vibrate.

  I was dazed out, staring at the ceiling in shock when he slid up my body. I wasn't at all surprised to feel the wetness on his dick as it rubbed across my hip, telling me he'd gotten off from sucking me alone.

  I swallowed hard, trying to get saliva into my dry throat. How long had I been sitting there with my mouth wide open?

  "That was… unexpected," I said, voice sounding awed even to my own ears.

  He levered up over me, smirking down at my face, his eyes moving over me, like he too wasn't completely believing of the situation we were in. "I think Teddy is hiding," he said quietly, his expression going soft as he continued to watch me.

  His eyes were so pretty. In both forms, really, but in the afterglow of the best sexual experience of my life, I was happy to see the humor and sweetness that represented our friendship once again. I reached up, brushing my thumb under his eyes as I cupped his face.

  "Am I… are you my… mate?" I asked, just needing confirmation for what I already knew.

  He pulled his lips between his teeth, tilting his head to the side. Though his face was still soft, I wasn't sure what to think of his expression. During that amazing blow job, I would have bet anything that I was his mate, but with him looking at me like that, I was starting to doubt my assessment. Not because the way I felt about him had changed in any way since I'd had that thought, but because he was looking at me in a way that said he was thinking something over.

  I was pretty sure shifters were supposed to know immediately, right? If he wasn't sure, that had to mean I was mistaken.

  He huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head and making my heart drop for a moment. "I guess that explains why it hurts when you aren't with me," he said finally. "I just can't believe… Holy shit."

  I chuckled, shaking my head slowly. "I know. Me too," I said, my eyes roaming his face, completely enjoying the fact that I could look at him like that. I didn't have to hide it anymore. I could look at him anytime I wanted and enjoy what I saw, and let him see that I enjoyed it. "I should've thought of that. I've seen this before."

  He gave me a small half smile, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "I did think of it, actually, but I wasn't sure how to ask you to take the bracelet off, so I could sniff you." He smirked, rolling his eyes. "I did mention your bracelet once, kinda hoping you'd take it off and let me look at it, or something along those lines, so I'd get a chance, but… you know."

  I sighed, giving him a crooked smile. "You know being blunt with me is really the only sure way I'll catch what you mean. I've never been amazing at deciphering subtlety.

  He sank back down on me, pressing his nose just below my chin, and taking a long, deep breath that made his entire body melt into mine. "And yet, you can figure out when a five-year-old has shoved a crayon in his ear and broken it off."

  I chuckled, remembering the boy and the bright red crayon. "That one was easy. I saw him with the crayon less than two minutes before, and then I saw the crayon by his feet, broken and he was crying and pulling on his ear. That is pretty obvious."

  "So is me telling you that I relax better when someone rubs my feet," he said, pulling back and pursing his lips, blinking down at me.

  I widened my eyes, pretending surprise. "You wanted me to find someone to rub your feet?" The sharp bite of pain delivered to my arm made me jump and laugh. "Ow. You were so sweet when we first met."

  He raised both eyebrows, looking down at me with his lips pursed. "Back at you."

  "You're going to stay here, right?" I asked after a moment, not sure I could handle him leaving now. Now that I knew without a doubt he was mine. Now that I knew he felt for me what I felt for him.

  "Definitely," he said sleepily, his head falling to my chest, nuzzling up under my chin, yawning loudly.

  "Good," I whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, before settling back against the pillow, letting my eyes fall shut.

  Chapter Four

  I woke to the feel of something warm and wet swiping over one of my nipples, before I felt the light sting as something scraped sharply, sending tingles to my entire body from my chest. I smiled, cracking open my eyes and looking down at the Golden God slowly making his way down my body, kissing and licking and nipping at my flesh.

  His eyes met mine as he lifted his head, smiling crookedly. "Good morning."

  The room was filled with the natural lighting of the sun creeping in through the windows. Making him appear even more golden than usual. His gray eyes held mine for a long time, searching my face.

  "Morning," I whispered, smiling back. "Whatcha doin'?"

  He blinked for a moment, before shrugging. "I couldn't help it. You were just lying there, looking delicious in my bed."

  I bit my lip, nearly vibrating with happiness. "I can't believe this is real." I swallowed, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. "Yesterday, you were one of my closest friends, which I thought was weird after only a few weeks of knowing you, but not nearly as weird as the fact that I was pretty sure I was falling for you, and today, you're my mate, the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with." I paused, a thought occurring to me suddenly. "If you want to… Do you want to?"

  "I was hoping you'd ask that," he said, kissing his way back up my body. "I'm usually a top. Is that okay?"

  I nodded, swallowing hard when he straddled my thighs. "Definitely." I didn't do it very often because bottoming was something you had to trust someone with, but it was actually what I preferred. "It will take longer to claim you that way if that was what you wanted, but I'm fine with it."

  "Oh no," he said, spreading his thick thighs a little further grinding his ass down on my dick and making me groan. The slide was easy and delicious, leaving no doubt that he was lubed up. "I have every intention of being claimed by you... and there will be times when I really want to be pounded by you, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay with me topping for the majority of the time."

  I tried to speak, but all that came out was a squeak as he continued to drag his lubed crack along the length of my dick, making my entire body burn with need. I nodded, nearly biting my lip off on a particularly dirty grind that almost made me blow.

  I gripped his hips hard to stop the madness, meeting his eyes. "Hold on, hold on, hold on," I whispered, taking long deep breaths. "If you want me to fucking cla––"

  He leaned forward quickly, shutting me up with a kiss, wasting no time as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, one elbow landing on the pillow next to my head as he braced himself. He lifted his ass slightly, letting the chilled, airconditioned air hit my lubed cock, making me breathe a sigh of relief into his mouth as my body cooled slightly… and then a warm hand wrapped around my dick and the tip was pressed to his tight, puckered entrance.

  I gasped, my eyes flying open just as he pressed down on me, my head popping through with relative ease, even as the warm vise that was his ass began to engulf my length, making my entire body buzz.

  He grunted against my mouth, but must have definitely been up a while opening himself, since he didn't seem to be all that uncomfortable, and he slid all the way down, taking inch by inch of me until his
muscular ass was resting on the bend of my hips.

  "Shit," I whined out against his mouth, my fingers flexing at his hips. I knew he could take more than the average human, but I still eased my hold a little, not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable than he probably already was.

  Except, when I finally peeled my eyes open as he eased back from my mouth, sitting up, he didn't look uncomfortable at all. His gray eyes were heavy-lidded, and his face was lax in an expression of passion that made my dick jump in the tight confines of his delicious body. His entire body glistened with a sheen of sweat that only added to the overall golden look of the gorgeous man.

  Was he naturally that beautifully bronzed? He didn't seem to have a tan-line. Even his dick, though angry and red at the moment as it stood straight up, beads of pre-cum sliding down over the head to dangle precariously from the ridge, seemed to have that same golden hue.

  "You're absolutely gorgeous," I whispered, awestruck by just how perfect my mate was to me. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you the first time, standing out in your yard, patiently waiting for Teddy to get done chasing a squirrel we both knew he'd never catch, and I didn't just want you for your looks either. I could see in the way you looked at your dog, slightly exasperated, but definitely happy, that you were a great man. Meeting you has only confirmed it for me."

  He rocked forward slowly, letting my dick slide from his ass, making us both hiss, before rocking back into place, groaning deep and letting his head fall back on his shoulders. It was so much and not enough. The way he felt wrapped around me, the way he looked riding on top of me. Somehow, with the way he was so closed off with most people, I knew this wasn't something that anyone got to see. This was just for my eyes only, and pride washed over me with that thought.