Now that my concerns had faded to a fraction of what they had been before we found Da, it was much harder to ignore the demands of my body. I leaned back against Misha, rubbing against him a little extra as Wei’s undulations rolled our bodies together. Misha’s hands clutched at my ribs, and although I knew I would sport bruises there in the morning, it didn’t faze me.
Landing was a blur, but I remembered Wei hovering to gently drop Da on the front lawn—a maneuver that required even more vigorous undulations than before. And then he shifted without bothering to land, dropping Misha and I with a thump that cleared my brain enough to see where we were. Misha picked up Da, and I ran to the front door, shouting for Patrick. He stumbled from the living room, hair sprouting from his head in multiple directions, his shirt half unbuttoned and rumpled, his eyes blurry with sleep. The others followed him in various states of readiness.
And then my job was done as my family took over my responsibilities.
“Good job, Ro-Ro.” Patrick rarely used my childhood nickname anymore. He clapped me on the back and started bossing everyone around, calling for a doctor, calling for a bed. I weaved unsteadily on my feet, feeling lost and directionless now that my da was home.
And then Misha grabbed me, and every sensation and desire I’d been repressing came roaring to life. I grabbed his hand and looked around for the nearest closed door. I didn’t care which door. Just somewhere my family wouldn’t be. I opened it and shoved Misha in.
6
Misha
My shoulders hit the back of the closet Rory shoved me into, coats and jackets cushioning the sound. I started to tell him that the door hadn’t closed all the way because too much light was coming in, but Rory barely gave me a chance to realize what was actually happening—let alone speak—before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head down to meet him halfway.
Then his lips were on mine and I forgot everything but him. His scent that had been hidden was bursting around me now, coming out in his sweat to reveal itself again in all its glory.
Our hands were everywhere as clothes got torn off or pushed away, both of us frantic to get rid of anything separating us. Rory was straining to reach me, and my neck was getting strained from leaning over, so I solved the problem by lifting him. He was on board, his lips never leaving mine as he scrambled up my body. Slipping my arms under his thighs, my fingers were free to explore the slippery heat where I wanted to bury myself and fill him with my knot.
I broke away, kissing his neck and scraping my teeth over the spot where I would leave my mark, claiming him forever as mine. “Need you. Fuuuuck. I’m gonna knot you so hard, Irish.”
His head fell back, revealing the long column of his neck. I licked that creamy flesh, sucking a mark over his Adam’s apple. Rory grunted, thrusting his hard dick against me. “Stop telling me and just do it. Gotta have you… now.”
I was right there with him, but wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be hurt. I was glad my rut wasn’t so overwhelming that I didn’t have the presence of mind to prep him. I tried teasing him with my fingertip when slick slipped through his rim and he clenched, sucking my finger right through his opening.
Rory rocked his hips, gripping my shoulders while riding my finger. “More. Give me another one.” He grunted, pushing back against my hand as he demanded more.
By the time I was three fingers deep, we were both drenched in sweat and my cock was throbbing with precum dripping from the tip. “Hug me, Irish. This is a tight space and I need to turn us around so I can do this right.”
“Anything. Whatever you want. Just do it.” He panted and nipped at my shoulder, his hands digging into my back as he scratched at my skin as if desperately looking for something to hold onto with our slippery bodies sliding in this small, closed-in space.
My fingers slid free with a lewd squelching pop. Spreading his cheeks, I let his body slide down as I guided him right onto my cock. As soon as my crown pushed through his rim, I spun us around and pressed him to the wall as I thrust in deep, driving my cock all the way home.
Need drove me to pound into him hard and fast. To take him. Make him mine.
“Yesss! Like that, studly! Fuck me like you mean it,” he growled in my ear.
Studly? I grinned to myself as I fucked into him harder to show how very much I liked the sound of that name.
My hands slid up his sides and around his back to curl over his shoulders and push him down as I thrust up.
Rory ground against me, rubbing his dick against my abs while his hands roamed my chest. Pinching my nipples, squeezing my pecs, then sliding around as if worshipping my chest before moving back and starting the whole process again.
“Fuck, Irish. I need you so baaaad…” I moaned into his neck, clinging to his strength as my hips pumped, driving my cock in deeper, harder.
“You have me, studly. Goddammit, you have me.” He growled, grabbing a handful of my hair and jerking my head to see my face. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”
That was an easy demand. My lips met his feverishly, my tongue sliding against his as I claimed his mouth again. I tilted my head, our noses sliding against each other as I deepened the kiss.
The base of my cock started tingling, my entire body on fire as lightning zipped through my veins. Rory broke our kiss with a lusty growl, his eyes flashing gold, a sign of the fox within.
My bear recognized it and tried to push forward. Gasping, I thrust harder and fought to stay in control and not let my bear overpower me. He wanted his part in claiming our mate but right now was my turn.
It took all my strength to hold my bear back when everything seemed like it was happening at once. My teeth elongated and I could feel my muscles strengthening as my bear lent me his power to finish this. My knot swelled, growing so thick in a matter of seconds that I was locked inside the heat of Rory’s silky walls.
Rory cried out, his nails gouging my back as he started to come. His teeth grew longer in a blink of an eye, and suddenly he was biting my neck.
“Fuuuck! Yesss,” I growled, my own release ready to spill inside him as I lowered my face to where I would put my mark, burying my fangs in that perfect spot where neck met shoulder.
The taste of his blood overwhelmed my senses and I came so hard that I saw stars, cum pumping out of me for what seemed like forever until finally my balls felt wrung out and empty.
And then I was able to breathe in the moment and realize what had happened. We were truly mates now. Rory was mine and I was his. Forever. For a few glorious seconds, the rest of the world fell away, and it was just the two of us as our bond locked and made us one. I was aware of him on a whole other level.
It was like I could feel him inside me, yet not. I couldn’t make sense of it, it was too surreal but somehow it was as if a piece of my soul that I hadn’t known was missing had clicked into place.
I carefully withdrew my teeth and licked the bite mark. It was probably silly, but I felt strangely vulnerable all of a sudden.
As if reading my mind, Rory cupped his hands on either side of my face and touched his forehead to mine.
“That was beautiful and exactly what I needed. Thank you, studly.”
Before I could respond, the closet door swung open, light washing over Rory’s horrified face.