(Amaia)
(Slight NSFW)
Without thinking, he slips into bed with , wrapping his burly arms around my waist and pulling into himself.
Zille, who has been sleeping near my legs, suddenly wakes up, lets out a grunted annoyed sound and takes off.
Alnitak smiles at the annoyed bird while his scent clings to , saturating every pore of my body along with his heat. Like a protective shield against the harsh realities of my life.
His body, strong and hard, all muscles and yet soothing like a balm on my wounded heart and wretched soul.
His hand crawls into my hair. The deft fingers graze against my scalp like a comforting comb. He removes the band holding them together and wears it around his wrist.
Hair spills onto my shoulders, and his fingers press into my skin, pushing my face into his solid and powerful chest.
A relief mingles with a jabbing pain that erupts into my thigh, the curse mark stings but I don’t care.
I need him, I need my mate. Any affection I can get, I am going to sponge off like a greedy being.
The rhythmic beats of his heart are like a healing symphony. I listen as his nose rests in my hair while his other hand plays with my locks.
"You were phenonal, yesterday. If anyone says otherwise, they need an optotrist or is it an ophthalmologist? Do they even exist now?" He jokes, making smile.
"It’s not about that," I mumble with a sigh. Letting go of my hair, he slides his hand across my cheek and places it under my chin, slowly lifting it up, until my watery eyes find his curious ones.
"What’s it about?" His thumb slowly rubs against my lips in the gentlest of strokes. His action evokes deep emotions inside , the kind I am not used to.
The rest of his fingers grip my chin and pull closer until his breath sprays my lips. My eyes widen and my hand crawls up to land on his face. Shalessly I stare at his undeniably attractive face. The crisp and precise contours of his face, the prominent cheekbones. My finger traces them.
The half-moon lips and the long lashes that fra those srising eyes. The hints of blue tint them just enough creating this gilded sapphire feel, obscured by so of his ember strands.
Slowly I slide them away from his eyes and forehead, grazing his forehead with the tips of my fingers.
"...Or we can just... stare into each other’s eyes," I suggest with a shaky breath.
He smiles, rather wickedly at that. Not only does the gold flash blue and purple, but it’s also tinged with black.
Black? That’s never a hue I have seen in his eyes before. Where did that co from?
His leg bends and moves directly between mine. The knee grazes past my aching core. Pain shoots through like an arrow being plunged into my thigh but the delicious tremor that follows is so worth all that pain.
"Or we can throw caution to the wind and make out. Just for today," he mischievously offers.
My mouth opens at his suggestion, the chest tightens with an aching need. I try to speak but no words co out.
"No sex but I want a taste of you, Amaia. Can I?" Seduction in his voice shook like an earthquake does to the ground. My whole world trembled and continued like the aftershocks.
"Yes!" My voice ca out needy and that’s all the permission he wanted.
His lips cover mine like a dribble of honey, a dollop of exquisite pleasure and just a dab of chocolate.
I know he loves chocolates and is always munching on them anyti he gets them, that’s why his mouth has that distinctive flavour. He takes his ti savouring mine, letting his hot tongue slowly slide inside and touch the soft roof of my mouth.
He savours , whispers even, and there is nothing hurried about his actions.
I ignore the rising agonising torture inside and focus on his kiss. A need rises between my legs, burning hot, needing to be touched, explored too.
My hands keep his face hostage, wanting more of that slimy tongue inside my mouth, imploding more and more desires into .
His hand slips between us, reaching the waistband of my trousers.
My breath hitches at the implication, my body slightly arches and the insides lt like snow under the sun.
Slowly he lets his hands wriggle inside, his fingers finding my wet nub. The sensation is so electrifying that it sizzles , and I tremble from the impact.
Feeling my reaction, Alnitak breaks the kiss and leans an inch back just to watch . A permanent smirk has graced his reddened lips. Sultrily he pokes his tongue out and swipes it over his lower lip while his fingers part my burning intimacy.
"You are burning for , Lassie," he singsongs, teasing and I want nothing else but to be impaled by his exploring fingers. Just to have them slide down a little more and just satisfy that burning need.
"Oh! Please," I wheeze out with an overwhelming need to be satisfied.
With a devastating smirk, that would definitely give a heart attack to the weak of that organ, Alnitak claims my lips again while his middle finger plunges deep inside my aching wetness.
’My goodness! That’s a feeling missing from my life...I never knew a finger could bring such pleasures. If I am to be real, it’s even more pleasurable than Tarian’s cock. Since he hardly prepared and was always ready to just shove it inside.’
My groans are buried in Alnitak’s magical mouth, as he explores with his tongue and hands. His other remains tightly in my hair, fingers curled, keeping my face glued to his.
My hands slide on his toned back–finger nails digging in.
I squirm in his hold, teetering at the edge of anguish and bliss. His finger slides in and out of making squelching sounds.
His wolf howls inside him, I hear it and there is another ferocious growl, the one I don’t recognise. I sense it within him, but the millions of sensations I am going through make the thought process hazy.
We are so lost in each other that we don’t even acknowledge the incessant knocking on the door.
Only when the door opens and my other mate walks inside, blazing and cursing, do we break free, and I hide under the blanket in sha.
"Oh! shit."
My face flushes red and embarrassnt coats every inch of my skin.
"Goddess! Ali! Seriously man!" Mintaka angrily seethes at his twin.
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