Page 31 of No Potions Needed

“Breathe, mate,” he chuckled against my skin. “Breathe or I’ll have to stop. You have to breathe through the pleasure. The air is too thin up here for you not to keep breathing.”

I pushed the air out of my lungs and drew in a breath. It escaped with a moan as his tongue drew another circle over my sensitive flesh. Ormund kept his hold on my dick and his other hand kept one leg up against my body. I moved the other one to rest over his shoulder as his mouth teased and tormented me into a hot, writhing mess of a wolf. I howled and whimpered, losing my train of thought and any damn composure I had ever possessed. My fits were always wild beasts, but it was as if each flick of his tongue against my body drew more of it out of me. My flesh burnt hot even as he licked me and sent lightning bolts of pleasure zipping through my cells.

Reaching down, I ran my fingers through his hair and his feathers. I held on for dear life as his tongue slid into my slick hole and his fist pumped over my dick as if it was the only thing that kept him from falling off the face of Pharenos. I lost myself to him and wasn’t sure I wanted to find my way back to the wolf I was before. The man I was prior to meeting Ormund would’ve never taken out Elke and relished in rolling in his blood until it saturated my skin and fur. He wouldn’t have spread his legs and let anyone dive tongue first into him like Ormund did to me. I wanted to be this version of me – fearless and not giving a single solitary fuck about the rest of the world. They’d tried to take everything from me and they almost succeeded but I was still here – still me and so much more than me.

My wolf brushed against my ribs. I didn’t know it then but he wanted to get closer to Ormund’s giant bird. He couldn’t quite reach him even with our being so close. They wouldn’t be able to cross the boundary of our souls and reach each other until after our claiming vows.

I entwined my fingers into Ormund’s feathery hair and held on for deal life as everything inside me burnt hot and then scorching. His hand left my thigh, and a single finger slid home into my body. It was shameful how easily this man made me cum. The orgasm rattled my brain and my body, making a mess of me and the sheets but Ormund’s torturous tongue didn’t slow down until there was nothing left to milk out of my dick.

He rose up onto his knees. A cocky smile played at his lips, and I had never wanted – no, needed – someone more in my life. None of the wolves back home knew what they were missing out on. I’d orgasmed seconds ago but the heat wasn’t done with us yet. I was half-hard again and already aching inside for more of his touch. Reaching out to him, I pulled him down on top of me, ignoring the mess. We shared a long, slow kiss, his tongue probing into my mouth and whipping around my own. He was hard again. So fucking hard. And big. Phoenixes weren’t too fond of keeping their pants on. So even before I saw my mate sans his pants I knew he would be larger than the wolves I slunk off with for one nightstands during my fits.

“Heat. Heats,”my wolf corrected.“We’re in heat. We’re not having fits. Fits is so ableist. Fits makes fun of something I can’t quite wrap my head around. It’s not right. Even alpha said it wasn’t quite right.”

“What do we do?” I asked about the claiming vows, but not all of the thought made it out of my head.

“Anything you want,” he laughed, leaning up on his elbows.

“For the vows,” I added and pulled him back down for another kiss.

“Oh, those. We have to exchange bites and drain out the good, magical stuff,” he murmured against my lips. “Then I’ll be inside your head and your body. Well, if you invite me in.”

“What are you a vampire?” I laughed. “Need to be invited in?”

“All dicks should be vampires. If you’re not invited, keep them the fuck out,” Ormund said, his voice turning serious.

“You’re invited,” I said and kissed him again.

“Even if I leave behind a baby?” Ormund asked.

“Even then,” I nodded. “Maybe especially then. My wolf is all fucking moony eyed at the thought of pups.”

“Beautiful pups who look like you. You’re so fucking beautiful, Dern. So fucking beautiful and you smell so fucking good. I could just sniff you all day and never get tired of it.”

“I--- uh—” my train of thoughts derailed again. “Do we do the vows while we do --- each other?”

“We can. That’s up to us really. It’s whatever you want. I just want you happy, mate. I’d go to the ends of reality to see you happy. I’d take every furry head who knew about your butchery ahead of time if that’s what it took.”

“Maybe later we’ll do that,” I said after thinking about it for a minute. “But first this. I want you. I want this,” I reached between our bodies and took his dick in my hand. “Inside me and I want it there soon. I’m about to stuff it there myself if ---”

Ormund smirked at me, and I lost my thoughts again. Between the heat, his scent, and the pull of our mateship I might never have straight thought again.

“You want to exchange claiming vows?” Ormund offered up to finish my thought. I nodded at him. My cock throbbed and inside my body ached for him to fill me up. “Okay. We can do that. Do you want me inside of you while we do it? They say it’s more pleasurable that way but we can wait until after if you—”

I stroked his cock and wiggled up to line our bodies out so that I could press the hard, mushroom-shaped head of his prick against my slick omegahole. He groaned above me, hunger dancing through his glowing eyes. His bird looked out at me and my eyes shifted to that of my wolf. They stared into each other as Ormund gave a gentle thrust forward and aided by my copious slickness slid the first few inches of himself into my omegahole. My brain spun in circles, and I gasped for air, remembering that if I didn’t breathe Ormund would stop everything until I did. I panted for air as my brain wrapped itself around the new sensation of him pressing against the inner walls of my passageway. He was big and girthy and made me grit my teeth until my body relaxed around him. He kissed me softly, coaxing me to relax around him. Then he thrust forward again, feeding more of himself into me. I gasped and wrapped my legs around his middle so that he couldn’t pull away.

“I’m not going anywhere, mate,” he whispered, his words laced with the pressure of my body squeezing around his dick. I wrapped my arms around his neck and our mouths met again, his tongue slipping through my lips. I was ready for it this time and met him there. I twirled my tongue around his, reveling in how warm and tasty his mouth was. He was sweet on my tongue as our bodies found their rhythms and he slid balls deep inside me. For a moment, with all my nerve endings calling out their euphoria I forgot what we’d set out to do. We weren’t just making love. We were participating in some ancient ritual between mates.

Ormund buried his face in the crook of my neck on the side of my claiming gland. His hips worked slowly, sinking his girthy cock in and out of my omegahole as I writhed under him trying to keep up or at least think straight enough. I didn’t know that thoughts were best left outside of the mating bed yet. I’d learn that eventually.

“I promise that no one will ever hurt you again. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Nothing will ever stop me from protecting you. Nothing is too much to give so that we forever remain by each other’s sides,” he whispered in my ear.

“I promise I’ll never be a coward,” I whispered back, my breath hitching in my lungs, as he sank particularly deep into my slick, desperate omegahole. “I’ll always fight by your side and take care of my own dirty work too.”

“You don’t have to. I don’t mind the heavy lifting, mate,” Ormund whispered against my skin.

“Neither do I,” I said, my words barely audible to my own ears. “I didn’t mind taking care of Elke at all. It was an honor to even out the universal scales of justice. I think my claws were made to be bloody, mate.”

“I’ll always scrub them clean for you,” he chuckled and the sound vibrated inside of me.

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