Page 18 of Our Haunted Omegas (Moonscale Heirs Duet #1)

I thought about it for a minute. Inside the truck wasn’t the worst place to be now that I was alone with my mate.

Sure, I’d have to deal with Ambry being mad at me later.

Then again, I still needed to check out the cabin.

The guys had shown us photos of the cabin’s interior for our approval but seeing in person was believing.

Also, exploring would help me locate possible problems before they became threats and---

“Too many choices?” Cobalt asked, a welcomed wrecking ball smashing into my overthinking.

“Too many things to do.”

“Most of those things were done by the cabin’s well-paid caretakers,” Cobalt shrugged. “We can do them again, though.”

He opened the truck door ticking one option off the list. A gentle breeze ruffled the air, bringing the scent of a lake and the mountain to my nose.

My wolf stretched and yawned inside his inner sanctum and we both blinked at the bright sunlight pouring onto us as we stepped out of the truck.

I stretched, copying him and realizing how stiff I was from sitting in the truck so long.

Cobalt shut the door behind me and a second later I was between him and the truck letting out a squeak that made me feel more mouse than wolf.

“What’s going to eat me?” I asked, trying to play it off as a joke but my heart thrummed against my ribs as if he might swallow me whole and not in a welcomed way.

“I’m only going to ask once and then I’ll leave you alone about it until you bring it up,” he said.

He wanted me to bite him. That had to be it!

Cobalt opened his mouth to say something else but I was already wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him down to me.

I wasn’t going to strain a muscle claiming him.

He said something I couldn’t make out as my wolf lent me his canine and the sharp, alabaster tooth extended from my gum.

Cobalt’s scent turned confused, relaxed, and then finally hard.

He smelled stiff and scaley and everything good.

I bit him once, missing the gland and swearing under my breath as he started shaking as hard as I was.

I tried again, slower this time when he didn’t push me away.

My wolf’s canine sank into his gland and the clear magical fluid flooded into my mouth.

He tasted like cinnamon and something warmer.

I lapped up his memories and it was like a crash course in his family tree.

I expected to see an onslaught of lovers and maybe even a few orgies but mostly it was family memories from when he was a kid or as an adult hanging out with his brothers.

His energy was steady as ever and the trembling slowed in both of us as I licked up the last of the memory-holding fluid.

“Can you hear me now?” I asked.

“I’ve heard you for a while, Odie. Since I bit you. It was you who couldn’t hear me. I was only going to ask if you wanted me to get you off to clear your head but this works.”

I blushed hotter and hid my face in his chest. I needed a minute alone but not actually alone. I needed a minute to sort out my thoughts but I also needed to hold onto Cobalt. If we’d fulfilled the claiming vows why was I still so damn hard and slick? Why did I still want him so much?

“It’s not magic. It’s lust. It’s reunion. Hell, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just hot.”

“You are,” I muttered over the newly opened link. “So fucking hot. I’m going to have to beat people away from you with a broom. You’re mine. I bit you. I proved it.”

“Do you want me to get you off?”

“What? Out here?” I said, pulling back from him just enough to look around.

“Well, yeah or inside. Or in the forest. We can do it back in the truck if you want and we’re careful not to have you cumming all over the floorboards.”

“How much do you think I cum?” I asked and blushed crimson at my own question even though I hadn’t spoken aloud.

“It’s not about how much I think you cum all at once.

It’s all about how many times I plan to make you cum,” he growled over our mating link and my knees quivered.

“We have plenty of privacy right here. We both know that Ambry and Indigo are unpacking and talking what you said in circles. Hell, they’re sort of wondering if I lost my mind with how I just bit you and I think I probably have.

I think that’s the whole point of meeting your true-mate.

I think I’ve lost a bit of my mind and I’m not certain that it bothers me at all.

I had a therapist once that said I just used sex to fill a void in my life and if I ever filled that void my libido would probably drop a hundred points.

Well, he was full of shit because it was you I was looking for and standing here this close to you has me hornier than ever.

I can literally feel how hard and slick you are.

It’s like you’re literally inside my brain and it makes me ache.

I need to make you cum. Can I please make you cum? ”

I blinked and my heart thrummed hard and fast behind my ribs again.

Wasn’t this backwards? Didn’t most people beg for their own orgasm?

Was this tall, sexy, and in demand guy really begging to make me cum?

I didn’t need him to ask again. I wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him down into a long, hard kiss.

His teeth scraped against my lip and I moaned into his mouth.

With the hand not resting on his shoulder, I freed my dick.

The mountain breeze played at it and I almost melted right there into the ground.

“We’re really the only four up here, right? If anyone walks in on us it’s just them, right? What about the caretakers?” I asked a million questions between kisses.

“If the caretakers show up, they won’t interrupt us.”

“Uh…. But they didn’t consent to seeing me with my dick flapping in the breeze.”

“I’ll cover it up,” he whispered and wrapped his long-fingered fist around my cock.

I melted at his touch. His fingers were soft and warm, forming a cage around me that I never wanted to escape from.

His hand moved slowly as he captured my mouth for another kiss and moved his fist in time with our tongues dancing between our mouths.

I rocked my hips, thrusting through his big fist and savoring it.

Then it disappeared and he reached into his pocket.

“Whatcha doing?” I asked instead of asking what I really wanted to know which was why the hell did he stop.

A second later he held up the tiniest blue lotion bottle as if he kept it in his pocket just for occasions like this.

“Do you make a habit of jacking people off outside?”

“Outside is always fun,” he shrugged. “New bottle though,” he showed me the seal.

“It’s so tiny. It’s probably one bottle per handjob,” I laughed.

“Shush,” he said and kissed me. I laughed against his mouth because of course my mate would carry lotion around in his pocket just for this. A second later his hand was back around my dick where it belonged and this time it slid seamlessly over the silky-smooth skin of my shaft.

“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Lean back against the truck and get comfy,” Cobalt said.

I let the truck take on my weight but was careful to keep my hands away from it. I didn’t want anyone yelling at me about scratching the hell out of the truck’s paint job if I got carried away and with how fast and tight his hand was it was only a matter of time until I got carried away.

“Too much?” Cobalt asked, picking up on my thoughts over our mating link.

“Keep going,” I shook my head. “Squeeze it.”

He did and my eyelids fluttered. Cobalt squeezed me tight and slowed his stroking to focus on the pressure.

I bit my lip and swallowed down a howl. I couldn’t hold that back forever now that my wolf and his dragon were connected by the claiming vows.

Still, this close to him I could smell the wolfish heritage of the other side of his family.

There was fur somewhere on his big, draconic body and one day I’d take my time and find it.

That day wasn’t right now. Right now, I’d have traded a week’s worth of sleep just to keep his hand around my cock.

“No need for all that,” he chuckled.

I leaned back against the truck harder like I might meld with the metal as my toes curled into the soles of my sneakers.

I was close. So fucking close and he wasn’t letting go.

He was holding on and squeezing the head in the way that felt the best. The one that made the sensations spiral all over me and made me breathe in little embarrassing pants because my brain couldn’t process them fast enough.

He pressed his thumb over the leaking opening and I howled unable to hold it back this time.

A wild wolf howled back, cheering me on and I blushed hard but didn’t have long to feel embarrassed because my balls were drawing up heavy with the need for relief and Cobalt wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down.

He squeezed hard passing over the head of my dick again and I melted right there.

I grabbed onto his shoulders to save the truck’s paint job as orgasm wrecked my brains.

I came in warm, sticky streams making a mess of my clothes and his and praying that no caretakers showed up just now.

Cobalt kissed me when my balls were empty and opened the truck door up. He lifted me onto the seat and I stretched out panting and searching for whatever wits hadn’t escaped through my dick. A second later, a water bottle pressed against my palm.

“Hydrate, mate,” he said, his hands resting on my thighs.

“Yeah. Anxiety-smaxiety,” I let out a little laugh. “I tore your shirt when I bit you.”

“Yeah,” he looked over at his shoulder like he just noticed it. “It happens. It wasn’t my favorite anyway.” He took it off and tossed it into the bed of the truck.