Reaching beneath him, I grab Casper’s cock, stroking him as I lick his hole over and over and over again. His breathing picks up, his cries becoming closer and closer together.
I plunge two fingers into his hole with my free hand, wanting to stimulate his prostate while I’m stroking his cock and licking around my fingers. He’s so close, I can tell.
“Please,” Casper says, his voice breaking. As much as I want to continue eating him out, I need to claim my mate. I move my mouth away from his hole, but don’t go far. Right when I know the pleasure is getting to be too much for him, I dig my teeth into the meaty part of Casper’s outer thigh until I hear him cry out and feel the warm splash of his cum on my chest.
I can feel him. I can feel my mate at the center of my chest. Our bond is firmly in place and I know without a shadow of a doubt this is exactly where I’m supposed to be, with the person I’m meant to be with. Nothing will ever be able to break this bond, it’s unshakable. His pleasure is my pleasure, his sorrow will be mine.
Casper leans his forehead against my thigh, trying to get his breathing under control. As gently as possible, I remove my fingers from his ass, quickly licking them clean before helping him move until he’s beside me once more.
“Jesus,” Casper breathes out, putting his hand on the center of my chest, looking at me like he’s just seen Lady Fate Herself. If I’m being honest, I understand the feeling because I’m feeling it too.
I place my hand against Casper’s face, cupping his cheek gently. “Do you feel that?”
“I do,” he whispers back, his smile stealing my breath for how soft it is. “You’re mine. I always joked that my poor mate would be so unlucky to find me. Now though, I realize how foolish that was. We were meant to be.”
I can’t help but place a gentle peck against his lips, overwhelmed by the soft confession. “I may or may not have thought the same. We really are a pair, aren’t we? We can work on this whole ‘self-acceptance thing’. Together.”
“Together,” Casper says, his voice just barely audible. I can feel him smiling against my skin. “I like that.”
Me too. I like that more than words can say, so instead of saying anything more, I just hold my mate tight.
Chapter Seven
Casper
Istretch my arms over my head, letting out a satisfied groan as I feel all my sore muscles move. The last few days have been wonderful. Every time Zeke or I started to get ready to get out of bed, the other would pull the other back in. It was like we were under a spell and now that we’ve started experiencing each other carnally, we couldn’t stop ourselves. We were addicted to bringing each other pleasure.
My ass is pleasantly tender from how often I ended up bouncing on Zeke’s cock. I felt like I couldn’t satisfy my needs to the point that even after we were done, I would beg for his fingers inside of me just so I didn’t feel empty.
My cheeks flame as I think about how much of a cock slut I apparently am. I never gave much thought to what I would want sex wise, because before meeting Zeke, I didn’t really have desires like this. But there’s something about being with Zeke that makes me absolutely wild.
Is this the honeymoon phase people talk about?
Thankfully, Zeke didn’t tease me at all about my newfound desires. He embraced them. Hell, I’d go so far as to say he celebrated them.
I want to do the same for him. Which is how I’ve finally found the strength to get myself out of bed and move into the living room. I pull out my phone, sending a couple messages into the group chat I have with my cousins.
First, I let them all know I’m okay, update them on the fact that Zeke and I are mated, and ask how the road trip is going for Harbor and Bently. Then I ask Willow to talk to his spark, Nash, for me; specifically to give me any information on sparks who deal with ghosts and spirits. Finally, I ask Jude to talk to his spark, Cooper, about getting me any and all information about banshees.
Just as much as Zeke has accepted me, I want to do the same for him. I want to know everything I can about him. I want him to experience the euphoria of being seen, truly.
I want the same for Ray.
I realize I’ve only just met these two people but they already mean so much to me. As much as I joke around and tease, it’s no secret I’m insecure as fuck. I want them to want me the same way I want them. Jesus, that’s a lot of wants, isn’t it?
The shower turns off and a few minutes later, Zeke steps out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his waist. My mouth goes dry as I look at his bare chest, my eyes devouring every inch of skin I can see. I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from doing something ridiculous, like outright moaning at the sight.
I’ve loved everything we’ve done the last few days, but I really need to get a grip on my overeager libido! Just because instant gratification is delicious doesn’t mean I can’t let things simmer and enjoy the wait. Plus, I’d like to actually get to know things about my mate outside the bedroom!
“Go get dressed before we start up again. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were a bunny shifter with how much we’ve been going at it,” I say with a giggle. Zeke gives me a grin before darting into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
Good. If I’m not staring at him, maybe I can get my erection to go down before he comes back out.
While I’m waiting, my phone pings with a new message from Willow. Nash says that someone capable of using their magic to interact with ghosts and spirits is called a spiritmancer. He says things like the EMF reader and Ouiji board were created by spiritmancers and that I could try getting a board for Ray to use so she gets used to how it feels to purposely interact with spirits rather than by accident.
Whatever will help, I’m willing to give it a shot. That’s if she even wants to try interacting with her own magic. Last time we spoke, she was still incredibly spooked by the entire situation.
“What’s with the frown?” I look up at my mate, doing my best to smooth out my features. He tilts his head to the side in confusion, his brows furrowing. “Sorry. Is everything okay?”
I quickly nod my head. “I think so. I’m just worried about Ray. I just got a message from another spark explaining what sort of spark Ray is. He suspects she’s what’s called a spiritmancer and he suggested we get a few tools that’ll help Ray interact with spirits better until she gets a handle on her magic.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Zeke says right away, flopping down onto the couch beside me. He takes my hand in his own, bringing it to his mouth and kissing the back of it. My stomach flutters at the gentle gesture. “So what’s with the frowny face?”
“What if she doesn’t want to get a handle on her magic? What if she truly wishes I’d never found her?” I bite my bottom lip, looking anywhere but at Zeke. “What if I fucked everything up just by existing?”
Zeke’s free hand goes to my face, tilting my chin until I’m looking at him. “Your existence is a blessing I’ll never stop thanking Lady Fate for,” he says softly, his words fierce in their sincerity. They threaten to make tears spring to my eyes. I’m not only wanted, I’m a blessing in someone’s life. I hold onto those words, keeping them close to my chest. “Ray will come around when she’s ready. This was a lot for her to take all at once, not only that her best friends are supernatural creatures but that she herself possesses magic. But she’s strong. She’ll bounce back and be here asking questions before you know it.”
I lean into Zeke’s hand, letting his words soothe me. “If you’re sure.”
“I am,” he says straight away, leaning forward for a kiss only to move away from my lips at the last second and lay a smooch against the tip of my nose instead. The gesture makes me chuckle, warmth flooding my stomach.
“Now come on, let’s make some food.”
Zeke pulls me off of the couch and into the kitchen. I lean my hip against the counter, watching as he digs through the fridge. Gods, his ass looks amazing in those sweats. My hand clenches, keeping myself from reaching out and pinching it.
I look away and shake my head. As much as the idea of topping Zeke intrigues me, I don’t think it’s anything I really need to explore. With how needy I get when we’re naked, I think I would be happy to always bottom. Having him sliding in and out of me is everything I’ve ever wanted. Riding him until he’s whimpering has been so empowering. I love it so fucking much.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
