Which Cora confirms. "Yes! I offered up how I used to give you hand massages and play with your hair, gently scratch your thick skull in order to release some of your tension and asked what they did to help their mates! That led to blow jobs and no, I didn't tell them that you wouldn't let me give you one, but I listened to everything they said then did a little research on your phone while you were busy! It's probably still in your search history, you shithead!"
Yes, I am in fact a shithead.
A huge shithead, with a huge boner, and so much love for this woman that I can't help but beg her forgiveness.
So I lean forward, narrowly miss poking my eye out with my own dick, and reach for her hand.
"Cora, my love, my angel, I'm—"
"No!" she snaps and yanks her hand away. "I am too angry to accept your apology right now, Havok. I know our time apart destroyed you as much as it did me, but the fact that it also made you doubt me, doubt our bond..." She shakes her head. "I'm just too pissed off to discuss it anymore."
But I will not let this end in anger.
No, not after we've spent so much time apart.
I want her present physically but also emotionally. I need my light in every way and in order to be cohesive, to reconnect in all ways, we cannot part in anger even just to our respective corners of our home.
So I reach out again and since her back is to me as she moves toward the discarded sheet, I grab her wrist and tug her back hard enough to pull her into my lap.
Also, that was a huge mistake because now my dick is pressed between my stomach and Cora's ass and he loves it, but I'll work around it.
“Cora," I whisper as she squirms. "Cora, my angel, I am sorry."
"I don't care!" She growls.
Arms firm around her waist, I pull her flush against me, bite back a groan and continue. "I am sorry, my love, and I beg you to forgive me. One of my greatest fears, at any point in my time knowing you were my mate, has been the fear of you finding someone more worthy of your love than I.” I inwardly sigh in relief as she stops struggling. "I feared your rejection of what I am, who I am. Twice now. And even your acceptance both times has not completely eased the worry that there is someone out there better suited to be your mate.” In a risky move, I begin tracing the curve of her breasts with my thumbs, and press my lips to her bare shoulder. "I believed we would be reunited once again, had to believe that or else I'd go completely mad with grief, but in believing that I also knew there was a possibility of not finding you in time. And each decade that passed, each century, my fear that you'd find someone far more perfect for you only grew. The physical loss of you almost broke me, but if I were to find you, find you married or with another man, the emotional loss would surely kill me, and instead of expressing that appropriately, I acted like an ass and projected those fears onto you by accusing you of things I know you'd never do."
Cora relaxes against me. "Even when I didn't understand it, I knew you were it for me, Havok. You are the only one I've ever wanted, the only one I will ever want. A thousand lifetimes couldn't change that."
"I know.” I place a kiss on her shoulder, run my nose along the softest skin, and inhale her scent as I nuzzle into her neck. "I know, angel, and I am sorry I doubted you despite the fear it stemmed from."
"I get it, lovey.” Cora sighs. "This is all so strange and new, but the same too. We're probably going to need couple’s therapy after all this shit."
I snort against her skin as she giggles. "I highly doubt that is in the cards for us; however, I must insist we never part angry, and always talk through our issues." Then I playfully bite the base of her neck. "And I think it should be required we do it naked."
"You're such a dork,” she laughs as she attempts to get up, but I refuse to allow that.
I pull her back down on my lap hard, and this time my dick is positioned right along that beautiful, dripping wet cunt.
Oh how easy it would be to lift her a little and slide her down my cock, watch it disappear inch by inch into her wet heat, but now is not the time.
No, it isn't time to mate her, claim her as mine forever, but it does not mean we can't enjoy this position a little.
So I angle her hips, wrap one arm around her waist for support then slowly thrust so my shaft slides along her pussy lips.
"Havok..." Cora's head falls to my shoulder, giving me perfect access to her vein, but I need her mouth first.
I turn her face toward mine, kiss her hard, then growl, "Am I forgiven, my love?" I continue thrusting slowly, my shaft slipping through her arousal, the veins and ridges nudging her clit with each stroke. "Am I forgiven for my absurd thoughts?"
"Yes..." She moans into my mouth as I reach around and cup her breast, pinch her nipple. "God, yes."
"Good because now I can make it up to you.” My fangs drop down from the roof of my mouth, elongate fully, and I scrape the tips along her neck while my thrusts increase.
Cora's body jerks, a tell that she's already close to climax, then she licks her palm and places it against the underside of my cock so it's completely surrounded by her warmth, and when I pull back far enough to rub her clit with my cockhead, she palms the back of my head and encourages me to take from her, so I do.
I sink my fangs into her flesh and between the erotic sensation of drawing life from her and the intense liquid heat from her pussy gliding over my cock as she strokes it with her hand, I damn near lose it.
My thrusts become more urgent, my drinking more rushed, but the second I pinch, pull on her nipple, my love cries out my name and pushes me right over the edge with her.
