My tail thrashed under the blanket, and a squeal was my only warning before Pookie started attacking me. She didn’t bite hard enough to hurt, but she certainly wanted to play. I wiggled my tail to the side, and she chased me. I laughed. I moved to the other side, and she chased. I burst into more laughter as I played with our daughter.
Bartholomew cupped my cheeks. “I love your laugh.”
My soul thumped and my tail went still.
“I love your smile.” He pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of my lips. “I love how you feel in my arms.”
I started to pant, unable to look away from him. His expression was utterly serious, as usual, but I saw the warmth.
“I love how nice you are. I love how you care. I love how you race around. I love how you protect me. I love how you play with me. I love how you love me.”
The backs of my eyes started to burn.
“I love your wide hands,” he said, kissing my fingers. “I love your shoulders.” He moved over my shoulders and to my butt. “I love your ass. Your tail. Your muscles. I love you, Honey. And it shocks me how much I do. I’ve never cared about someone like I do you. You’re so fucking special, Serlotminden, and I’m so lucky you’re mine.”
A tear escaped, and he kissed it, tongue swiping me.
“I know I struggle to talk, and I don’t want to hide from you. It’s… All of this is difficult for me, especially because I don’t feel like I deserve you.” I opened my mouth to assure my mate that he did indeed belong with me, but he stopped me with a hand over my lips. “I know what you’re going to say, and I’m just telling you what’s going on.” I offered him my throat in concession, and he smiled, stroking my neck. “I need you to know exactly how much I love you, and not because you tried to save me, not because you’re pretty, even though you are. I love you because you are you.” His cheeks were bright red. “Alright?”
Words were beyond me. I closed the space between us and claimed him. I licked his mouth open, then fucked it. Bartholomew grunted, rocking into me. His hard cock pressed into me, and I groaned. I craved him. I needed him. I wanted him. The potency of my desires stole my breath and filled my cock.
“Flower.”
“Push Pookie out of the tent, then fuck me,” he ordered.
I complied without question. Pookie squeaked in annoyance but scuttled out of the cabin. I closed the tent and focused on my mate. He bit his lip, and I licked him. He was still nervous about us. Fucking was new to him, but he had nothing to fear. We were meant for each other.
Bartholomew pulled me close, mouth on mine. We made quick work of our clothes, only separating when we had to. As soonas we were naked, I dragged my hands over him. He made impatient noises and reached for my cock, pumping it.
“Flower,” I groaned, rutting into his grasp.
“I need you.”
I rolled over so he was on top. Bartholomew stared at me, chewing on his lip again. I kissed his chin, enjoying the feel of his hair against my lips. I loved his beard sodamnmuch. My tail slid up his leg and settled between his legs, tickling his pucker, then pressing against it. I slid it in leisurely circles over his tight hole.
“Fuck,” he bit out, tilting his head back. I nipped the knot in his throat, then sucked to leave a dark mark behind.
My tuft moved over his balls, and he squirmed. “Mindy.”
“Yes, Mate?” I asked as I kept torturing him with my tail.
“I need more.”
I ran a hand down his back, cupping his butt. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Shift so your backside faces my face.”
“You want tosixty-nine?”
I had no idea what the numbers meant in this context. “You’ll suck me and fuck my mouth at the same time.”
His breath turned harsh.
I moved to swat his butt, as he’d liked the bite of my claws, but stopped. He might not enjoy it. “Can I spank you?”
Bartholomew groaned, nodding.
