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“You like to play with yourself,” I smirked. “I’ve been with alphas, betas, and omegas. I know what you mean. I don’t have the self-lubrication that let’s you get right to it if you’re horny enough.”

“Like right now,” he whispered. “I’m gushing all over my thighs.”

“I can feel it,” I said, licking my lips. “Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

He growled and his eyes shifted to that of his jaguar. My dragon let out a mock growl that morphed into a long moan of pleasure as Othoni rocked his hips forward again, feeding a bit more of himself into me. I arched my back, digging my heels into him as I pushed him closer and causing him to sink into my body as he took that tiny step forward. My brain reeled for a second at the sudden fullness of him being inside me. I rocked my hips, adjusting our position. Then I locked my ankles behind his back.

Above me, Othoni breathed hard, but steady. I ran my hand over his chest and belly as if I could stroke the wild jaguar inside him. Phantom fur tickled my fingers as our bodies began moving together. I pulled him down close for a long kiss. Skin on skin made it more intimate and I wanted all of him. I wanted his every breath, moan, and thought. I wanted to know where his mind strayed when it was unoccupied. I needed to know everything he wanted to do and what he fantasized about.

I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass cheeks as he rocked into me in steady, deliberate strokes. I couldn’t stop touching him. I wanted my hands everywhere they could reach – all at once. Heat built between our bodies and Othoni’s expression grew more determined as he found his rhythm and confidence. When his face screwed up in pleasure, I thought he forgot everything we set out to do. I’d seen that expression before – he was close to orgasming.

“I haven’t forgotten,” he said, through gritted teeth as he paused, his legs trembling from the need to keep thrusting into my body. I kissed him softly, still pulsating with pleasure as he gained his composure.

“Almost forgot, huh?” I whispered, drawing circles on his flesh with my thumbs.

“Almost,” he admitted before turning his attention to my shoulder where my claiming gland lived.

Over the last few days since meeting Othoni it swelled up with the clear fluid that was the real magical star of the show that was our claiming vows. The fluid inside the gland contained all the memories our claiming vows thought Othoni needed to know to love me again without feeling crazy and vice versa. I tried not to think about how many negative emotions might spill out of the gland.

“Stop that!”my dragon scolded as Othoni’s warm, moist tongue snaked over the taut skin of the gland. Underneath it the liquid sloshed around, anxious to be let out. He kissed my gland and then opened his mouth to lick it again. I let out a long, happy sigh. This was it: the moment everyone waits for. I held onto him and rocked my hips as he borrowed his jaguar’s eye tooth and bit down on my gland. The sting went as fast as it came on and my body clenched around him. He growled against my shoulder, his mouth still spread in a bite. His tongue lapped hungrily at the clear magical fluid running like a fount from my gland. I didn’t know what it showed him but if anything gave him pause, he didn’t show it. He lapped and lapped until the gland ran dry. Then his mouth was on mine and his tongue plunged into my mouth. I kissed him hard, rocking my hips under him to keep his pulsating dick moving inside me. A moment later, he found his rhythm again and it didn’t take long for that familiar ‘almost-there’ expression to return to his face.

“Do you want me to cum or ----” he asked, his words trailing off.

“You’re so close,” I said, punctuating my words by squeezing his dick hard as he slid deep inside me. “So fucking close. It’s written all over your face.” The words came out breathy because he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself.

“I don’t want just half the vows,” Othoni shook his head.

“Won’t be half vows. You can rest and then I’ll get you all hard and bothered again or we can switch if that’s what you really want,” I said, still rocking my hips in time with his increasingly quick thrusts.

“If---” he stopped talking long enough to draw in a deep breath. “If I cum, will you?”

“Probably,” I nodded.

“Okay. I don’t like when you don’t cum too,” he admitted, mid-stroke into me.

“Okay. We’ll work on it,” I nodded and stole another kiss.

“Can I let go now, mate?” he asked me with those big kitty cat eyes nailing me down.

“Yes,” I whispered and kissed him again.

Othoni’s thrusts became frantic as he sought out his pleasure inside my body. Every thrust drove us both ever closer to the edge of bliss. He panted above me, sweat dotting his forehead as his face screwed up with pleasure. I held onto him as he rode me until his dick twitched inside of my body. I bit my lip, swallowing down a roar and a moan as the proof of his enjoyment spilled into me in warm, sticky streams.

Then I came too, catching myself off guard. How long had I been that close too? Everything inside me pulsated with goodness but I hadn’t realized I was that close. I was so focused on my mate and ensuring he had a good first time that my memories didn’t break him that I hadn’t been fully conscious of how I writhed under him.

Othoni kissed me hard, as we both breathed through our noses trying not to drown in each other.

“You’re really good at that,” I said in between kisses, giving him the feedback and reassurance I wished my first lover gave me. “I mean, you’re good at a lot of things. So, we’ll just add that to the list.”

He blushed and deepened the kiss, so he didn’t have to say anything. A second later, he was up raiding the room’s mini fridge for bottled water. I pushed myself upright, still feeling heady from the sex and our half-completed magical right. The claiming vows were common enough these days that it was easy to forget that they were high magic rituals. It wasn’t just a little hump and bite, and it was done. No, the claiming vows exchanged some of the oldest magic known to shifter kind.

“Thanks,” I nodded to him as he slid the water bottle into my hand.

“Thank you,” Othoni blushed, sitting down next to me. “I know. I know. I’m over here acting like I’ve never had sex before.”

“It’s different with us. Not just your first time topping but in general. If we didn’t click it would be bad. Like with a normal hook up if the sex is bad you just don’t see each other again. Also, the magic is practically lightning on our skin right now.”

“I can feel it. Almost thought another storm was coming,” he laughed and changed the subject. “She was even prettier in person – your mom that is. She seemed like a really happy person.”

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