Waiting For August

Part 64 ~ It's only temporary

"Wait, babe. Wait." He pulled up off of me, and I snarled. I didn't want him to stop. I grabbed hold of his hair, tried to push his face back into my neck. I wanted him to keep at that spot, sucking and licking while he plunged into me down below.

He broke free and raised himself up on his knees as he reached a hand into the pillows, his eyes locked on mine. When he found what he was looking for, he brought his hand up, now holding a bottle, to squeeze a dollop of lube into his palm.

He slicked himself up generously, before lowering his hand between my cheeks. When he pressed his finger into me, I moaned, arched my hips for him. He leaned down to my shoulder, his lips kissing and licking again as he worked at loosening me up. He slipped in a second finger, and I gasped as he began to suck on that spot once more.

I couldn't take it. I wanted more. I pulled his hand from me and grabbed his erection, wrapping my legs around him once more. This time when I lined him up, he pressed into me.

I sucked in my breath, feeling his cockhead stretch me wide. There was pressure, a burning sensation and then he was sliding into me freely, filling me slowly, making me feel like I might burst. I heard a growl escape from deep within his throat as he pushed his way inside.

He brought his lips up from my shoulder.

"Breathe August."

I exhaled, my body shaking. Trembling. Caleb held me, waiting for me to calm down and when I had, he began to slowly move.

I gasped. Cried out. I didn't care. I loved the way he felt. The way he completed me. He soon picked up his pace, hips thrusting, lips sucking. I was delirious with pleasure. I wouldn't last. That spot on my neck, his cock in my ass, it was overload. Literal overload.

I grunted. Felt my orgasm shake through me. My cock explode. My toes curl. Caleb didn't stop, he kept sucking and thrusting and the pleasure began to build, again and again. It was nonstop bliss, and there was nothing more I could do but hang on for the ride.

"Augustus," I heard Caleb's voice. It sounded like he was calling out to me from a great distance. "Open your eyes."

I did as I was told, and everything came back into focus.

"Listen to me." His eyes were locked on mine. His hips continued to thrust. Continued to bring me pleasure. "Are you listening?"

I nodded. My voice was lost. There was no way I could possibly speak.

"It seems that you've forgotten, but you already belong to me. You are mine. He didn't mark you. Do you hear me, Augustus? You weren't marked. He may have tried, but it didn't work. If it had, you wouldn't be responding to me like this. My scent, my touch, it would feel revolting. Do you understand?"

I nodded. I thought I did.

"I need to hear you say it. Tell me you understand."

"I-I understand."

"Good boy," Caleb leaned back down, his fingers entwining with mine as he returned to my shoulder to kiss and suck once more. I shuddered. That spot. It went to my core. Beyond that. It went to my wolf. It reached me on a level that was more than just physical. My wolf spirit, whatever it was that connected us, it seemed to emanate from that spot.

"Oh, fuck!" I heard Caleb growl as he picked up the pace. He was slamming into me now, grunting with every thrust of his hips. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes as my orgasm continued to roll over me like waves. It wouldn't stop. It was a crescendo of pleasure, all of it brought on by him. By Caleb. My lover. My mate.