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THORIN

I tug aside a cheek, exposing his hole to smear his cum over the clenching and relaxing muscle. “Fuck, I love it when it does that.”

Poe looks over his shoulder as I slick myself, then press myself against his body.

“I’m desperate to bury my cock inside you, sweetheart.”

His eyes widen at the endearment. “Do it. I don’t need the preparation. My body wants you. Right now.”

Keening as I push inside him, I stretch him to the limit, nearly coming as he writhes on my cock. I whimper when he pushes back against me.

“Oh, fuck,” I growl. “My knot... It’s going to be a big one. Maybe too big.”

I try to pull out, but Poe stops me, gripping my arm. “It’s not too big. I need it.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, stifling a whine as he rocks back against me .

“Jesus, yes,” he says, intensifying the rocking motion. “Need it so much.”

It’s hard to argue with his iron-clad logic, though, to be fair, there isn’t any blood going to my brain at the moment.

I swirl more of our cum along his stretched rim, panting as my knot expands. He chirps, his muscles jumping as black iridescent feathers rise and fall along the ridge of his spine.

Our connection, both physical and metaphysical, builds on itself and within seconds, he’s coming. I’m right there with him, our shared movement pulling bliss from every cell in my body.

“Yes, yes. I want it so bad,” Poe begs, whistling and chortling for more even as I’m giving him everything I’ve got. Another wave hits me, hard, and I grunt through another orgasm, setting him off again.

Poe settles back against me, humming, and I wrap my arms around him, needing him closer. Every movement spawns another orgasm, as if our bodies are making up for lost time as quickly and violently as possible.

We thrust and arch against each other as night continues to fall. I palm his belly in wonder as it swells and swells, whispering filth into his ear every time an earth-ending orgasm washes over me.

Finally, somewhere around three a.m., exhausted, starving, and sore, I gently lift Poe from the bed and carry him to my bathroom.

“Fancy shower,” he murmurs, more cum dribbling down his hard cock as I shift him .

“My knot is finally going down,” I admit, exhausted. “And we’ll ruin the bed if we try to untangle ourselves out there.”

“Good call,” he says sleepily.

I gently slide from his body, and we both moan through a final peak. Poe crosses his delicate forearms on the shower wall and leans his forehead against them as my cum streams down his leg.

I stand behind him, spreading his cheeks. “Fuck. Look at this beautifully used hole. Goddess, I came buckets,” I say, kissing his shoulder.

“So did I. I think we may have ruined your duvet, anyway.”

“I’m going to have to order one of those rubber lined bedsheets for us,” I say, dipping my thumb inside of him.

“No complaints from me,” he says, grinning as he reaches back to stroke my poor, sensitive dick.

My nuts are ready to throw in the towel, but one more weak orgasm shivers through my body. Poe’s stomach grumbles, and I laugh, resting my forehead on his shoulder.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and fed. Can’t have my mate wasting away,” I say, kissing his shoulder.

He turns in my arms and looks up into my eyes. “This is the first time you’ve called me that.”

“What?” I ask, smiling wolfishly, unable to approximate innocence. “ My mate ?”

“Asshole,” Poe whispers, wrapping his arms around my neck to pull me down for another kiss. We make out under the hot water until his stomach rumbles again, and I laugh against his lips.

“Fucking hell.” I shake my head before resting it against his. At his confused look, I answer, “I let her get so much into my head it blinded me to anything else. I’m so fucking sorry, Poe.”

He cups my cheek before pressing his lips to mine. “I didn’t realize how hard it had been for you, but I kinda get it now. I know you don’t know what it means to be mated, but my family does. As soon as we’re safe for public consumption, I’ll introduce you to them, and you’ll see how it’s supposed to be.”

Somehow, I believe him.

I take his soft lips with mine, then whisper, “I can’t wait.”

I may only be barely conscious, but I do know when my cock is being sucked. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I look down, enjoying the visual of messy black hair nestled between my thighs, Poe’s pale slip of a body and adorable ass laid out in front of me.

“Morning,” I rumble, my voice rough from sleep.

Continuing his sensual slide up and down my cock, Poe flits his eyes up at me, and they catch the light.

“Stunning.” I cup the back of his head, tilting my hips, loving the way it feels to use his throat. To know his mouth is mine as much as it is his.

Thankfully, the hair trigger on my orgasms has backed off, and we’re able to enjoy the simple pleasure of a morning blow job. He runs his hands up and down my thighs, moaning as he continues to take me apart. His fingers creep up onto my belly, running through the thick hair all the way up to my chest, where he gently plays with my nipples.

We sigh and breathe together, our bodies gently rolling in time with one another, his hands teasing out even more pleasure in tune with his talented mouth. Soon enough, a sleepy, slow-moving orgasm spreads through my limbs. He moans again, slurping down every bit of me.

Finally, Poe pulls away from my cock, sitting back on his knees, grinning as he wipes a bit of cum away from the corner of his mouth. I feel his happiness in my chest.

“I never let a guy come in my mouth before,” he says, his head tilting to the side as he lashes his tongue over his lips, going after every last bit. “Now I’m drinking it down like it’s the secret to life. This mating stuff is wild.”

Chuckling, I reach for him, dragging him up for a kiss. “I would never demand it, of course, but few things are as sexy as watching you take my big wolf cock into your pretty raven mouth.”

Deepening our kiss, I reach for his dick, gently stroking him, thumbing the head, loving how much he’s dripping for me.

“I’ve never seen so much pre-cum in my life,” I say, nuzzling into his temple as my cock revives.

“Me neither. Before, I’d maybe have a little drop if I were super turned on, but this is a whole new ballgame.” He snickers. “Literally.”

“Mmf. All this talk about pre-cum is making me thirsty.”

I push him down onto the bed, sliding my mouth down his dripping cock, drool flooding my mouth. Poe’s breathing goes a little erratic and a growl rumbles in my throat.

“Coming,” he caws, grasping my head, fucking my mouth.

I take his hips, pulling him in deeper, loving the first hit of cum at the back of my throat. He’s right, of course. Something about this experience is very different. I never minded swallowing before, but this… this is new. His delicious, perfect cum is necessary, somehow. Hell, I might have an addiction to the stuff.

Poe bucks and arches through another powerful orgasm, then melts back into the bed, his head lolling to the side.

“How do you keep on giving better and better orgasms?”

I laugh, pushing the hair off his sweaty forehead. “If you want to give me credit for what the universe is doing, fine. But we both know that whatever this is, it’s bigger than either of us.”

He rolls his head to the side, eyeballing me. “Looks like someone is giving in to the magic of mating.”

“Shut up,” I grumble, heat rising on my cheeks.

“Hey.” He awkwardly rolls over before straddling my lap, coming in for a sweet kiss. “I heard what you said yesterday. It makes sense. The timing on this seems all off, but maybe it’s actually perfect. ”

“I dunno.” I laugh ruefully. “Ask me again in a month.”

Rubbing my chest, he leans forward, briefly pressing his lips to mine. “Maybe between fucking each other’s brains out today—which I sincerely hope is the plan—we can get to know each other.”

I press in for another kiss as a thought occurs to me. “That sounds good. Do we need to go to your shop?”

He groans and buries his face in my neck. “I am losing so much cash keeping the shop closed like this.”

I wrap my arms around him, secretly thrilled when he melts against me. “Do you have an employee who can take over for a few days?”

He shakes his head. “The business does well, but I haven’t quite made the leap to boss.”

“So you’ve been doing this all on your own?”

He nods. “I’d love to stay open past midday, if not into the evening, but I’m not there yet.”

“What time does your shop usually open?”

He disentangles himself from my arms and reaches for his phone. “In about twenty minutes.”

I pull him back against my chest, feeling pride when he presses his face into my neck. “Let’s suck each other off one more time, then see if we can make it work.”

“How?” he asks, rubbing his erection against mine.

“We’ll try to get through the morning rush, then slip upstairs for a little relief. If that works, we’ll go from there.”

Poe laughs. “Alright then, lover. Lie back. It’s about to get messy.”

We get to the shop right as a pelican shifter pulls in.

“I wasn’t sure if you'd be open today,” she says, biting back a smile.

“We are certainly going to try,” I admit, grinning.

Poe smacks my belly. “What do you mean, we ?”

“How do you think I put myself through college?” I asked, pecking his nose. “I know my way around an espresso machine.”

Our customer sits at one of the tables with a bemused expression while Poe and I get things ready. We fire up the espresso machine right as the breakfast taco lady shows up.

“You got any more of those venison tacos?”

She smirks. “Doubled up on them for you.”

“Good woman,” I say, grabbing the box from her.

Before we know it, people start walking in. Lots of people, actually.

“You’re pretty popular,” I note as I pull a double shot for Mrs. Fernbridge.

“Thanks. And you make a damn good cup of joe.” He hip-checks me and grabs Mrs. Fernbridge’s soy chorizo taco.

“I’m just saying… I definitely can see you pairing with local food vendors and opening this up to the lunch crowd.”

Poe sends me a wide, bright smile that feels like warm electricity zipping around in my chest. I’ve never experienced anything close to the connection I feel with him. As much as I thought I loved my ex- girlfriend, those sentiments had nothing on the chemistry and emotions I’m experiencing now.

I finally see why people more or less immediately fall in love when they meet their mate. It’s almost impossible not to. I’m nowhere near ready to say those three little words, but I don’t imagine I’ll be able to stop where this is going.

After finally giving in to it, I don’t want to.

Moving to Texas after my breakup felt, at the time, like an insane, desperate move. But now I’m starting to wonder if I was always meant to be here. Just this last twenty-four hours has put everything about my ex and her shenanigans into perspective.

Speaking of the devil, her new nickname shows up in my text notifications.

X: Did you actually move to Texas?

Me: Yes.

X: That’s all you’re going to say to me?

Me: Yes.

The three little dots bounce while she no doubt comes up with some scathing bit of commentary, but I’m already just… over it. Over this conversation, over feeling like I’d somehow fucked up, over everything. I click on her info and block her before the message comes through.

“Is something wrong?” Poe asks, nudging past me.

I shake my head. “My ex is texting me, asking me why I moved to Texas.”

He puts his hand on his hip. “To get away from you, jackass,” he says, imitating my deeper voice.

“Damn skippy.” I palm the back of his head, bringing him in for a quick-ish kiss. “Anyway, I blocked her.”

Poe does a terrible job of hiding his brilliant smile behind his hand, but his bewitching eyes spark with amusement and possession.

“You are not subtle,” I say, throwing him major brow as I hand Mr. Henderson his Americano.

Poe tilts his head side to side, all adorable and birdlike, and sweeps out a hand to gesture over the space. “Yeah, I don’t do subtle.”

“True.” I gather him close. “But you’re also not gaudy.”

He shakes his head. “There’s no need to be gaudy. I like to find things that catch the light and set them out like little jewels. Let nature be gaudy,” he says, half shifting to show off the shimmering black ruff on his neck.

Mr. Henderson hurries out of the shop, leaving me alone with my beautiful raven.

Pulling him in tight, I whisper in his ear, “You are so fucking beautiful. It makes me wanna take you in the back and do all sorts of things to you.”

Poe looks around, grabs my hand, and starts heading toward the beaded entryway. “We don’t have time for all sorts of things, but maybe a quick hand job and make-out session?”

I yip in agreement and follow him to the back.