Ever Cynical

Chapter 27🌶️- Returning the Favor

Kieran POV

Okay, look.

Guys have urges, and while they can be controlled, when you've got the woman you plan to spend your life with in front of you, naked, making offers, you're gonna say yes.

I didn't want to seem too eager though. Anais was worth any waiting I had done, and considering that she was equally chaste, I knew she was going to feel a little unsure of herself. I had been so focused on worshiping her body that my own shyness had disappeared. Who knows if it will return when I decide to get experimental in the future, but for now I was still wallowing in the confidence and male pride that came from giving her the first orgasm she'd ever had.

To know I was the only male to do that for her, in her long life, was immensely satisfying.

I had touched myself, of course, as boners are hard to ignore on occasion when you're nearly two hundred years old. I didn't do it often, just when things became unmanageable, but now I wished I'd just endured it, so I could give her that same first. It was likely I'd have lasted all of thirty seconds or less, but she would have forgiven me. The thought of having her mouth on me though... maybe it'd be quick anyway. Aw, man. Annnnd the nerves were back. She was looking down at my hard length appreciatively, and all I could think was that I hoped I didn't embarrass myself.

Remember what happened last time I hoped for something? Ugh.

"Can I touch you?" She whispered reverently, and all I could do was nod. I had to remind myself that I was one hundred seventy-five, the Iron Alpha. I could let my mate touch me without finishing before the main event... right? She tentatively wrapped her hand around my base. "So smooth and so hard, mon coeur." She purred. "Every time I hear of an iron fist in a velvet glove, I'm going to think of you." Her voice had lowered a notch. So seductive. I gulped.

"Yep." Was all I could manage to squeak out. The sparks from the mate bond danced around her fingers. Totally different from doing it yourself, all I'm gonna say. She stroked me gently at first, but got a little rougher when she noticed my hips lifting with the added pressure, and when I moaned in response, she understood she didn't need to be so delicate. Her other hand scooped under my balls, squeezing them gently. My breathing got harsh. I started thinking about budgets, patrol schedules, anything to slow down the train barreling down the tracks towards orgasm. She moved and leaned over my c**k. Oh no. She winked at me.

"I'm returning the favor, mon coeur. Tell me what you like, okay, bebe?" She licked the underside from base to tip, swirling over my head. I don't think I could have said anything rational. It just felt that good. She took the head into her mouth, sucking lightly. I could feel the barbell in her tongue swirling in wicked stimulation as she continued to massage my balls. It occurred to me that I'd never bothered to test if playing with my balls felt good. Am I the only one lacking creativity?

I'd best make sure I was equally explorative and imaginative with my Luna. Wouldn't want her to feel neglected, now would we?

"You don't have to be that gentle, mo cridhe. Just avoid your teeth, okay?" I finally choked out between groans. Everything she did felt good, of course, but I knew what I wanted. She hummed to let me know she'd heard me, and it kicked the pleasure up a notch, causing me to moan. She began to work up to taking me into her mouth until I touched her throat. I was too big to fit it all in, so she used her hand on the base, pumping roughly. It was earth-shatteringly pleasurable, and I began to lose myself in her rhythm. I gently grasped a handful of her hair, helping us sync together.

What was probably mere minutes felt like hours of ecstasy and lost myself in letting my hips flex as Anais showed me pleasure like I'd never known. As it should be. I might have been getting a little rough with her mouth, but she was diving in and meeting me with enthusiasm, so I took that to mean she was enjoying the fact that she was giving me gratification just as much I was enjoying her hot mouth and arousing hands.

I was already on edge when she began to purr. Holy s**t, the vibration was... beyond imagination. And just like that, my balls tightened and I called her name on a moan as I spilled my seed into her throat. She took it like a champ, considering her lack of experience, letting me pump my hips as I trembled in aftershocks. She continued to suck and lick until I began to shudder, the continued stimulation just too much. She released my c**k with a pop and a huge grin.

"Mo shíorghrá, you can stop now. It was perfect, go hálainn." I pulled her up and kissed her roughly, my tongue invading her mouth and tasting myself there, was indescribable. I felt entirely too possessive. I wanted to cover her in my c*m so nobody had any doubt she was mine. Like, all over her body and rub it in like lotion. I know that sounds gross, but in a world where scent was everything, the message would be crystal clear, let me tell you. I wondered if I could you know, "find" a mysterious book that said this was necessary somehow. Just a thought.

"Are you sure I did okay?" She asked as she blushed, clearly feeling a little vulnerable. I hugged her close, smashing my face into its home in her neck. I could feel my canines popping out. Damn, it was so hard to resist marking her. Hehe. Hard, indeed. Gah, sometimes even I think I'm lame.

I was a lot smarter than some of my jokes, I promise.

"You did so well it's taking everything I can to hold back from marking you, mo bhanríon." Ri'dubh was right there with me growling the words out. Her blush spread to the roots of her hair. "Do you feel good too, mo chridhe?" She nodded shyly, drawing circles on my chest with her delicate fingers.

"I get what you mean though. It was beyond amazing, but I know there's more, and I definitely want it." She sighed wistfully.

"Soon, go hálainn, soon." I whispered, kissing her forehead lovingly, happy to be holding her close.

Being away from her, even for just three days, had been the most stressful time in my life.

Anais POV

Being together and physically gratifying each other was a revelation. While we had not fully mated yet, I felt a peace and contentment I'd never known before.

And it scared me.

A lot.

Because now I knew I had a lot to lose. As much as I wanted to just trust and hope things would work out, after nine hundred plus years alive, I knew better. There was definitely another shoe waiting to drop, just around the corner. As I stroked Kieran's hair, I wished we could just stay in this happy bubble. I could live like we were right now and be totally happy. I didn't exactly need much. I was easy to please.

My cheeks flushed as I thought yet again about how well he'd pleased me.

He'd been so patient with me so far. Kieran was unlike any alpha I'd met, but I know that to the rest of the world, outside of our pack, he was indeed the Iron Alpha. I'd heard it in his voice when he banished Pflumer. His aura was far more powerful than the alpha king Ludolf's and I realized this was probably what made him a target. They knew their time was limited, and that he was the obvious choice to take over. I couldn't put my finger on why, but he already felt, well, royal.

That part of the equation was easy to figure out. It was why they wanted Immortal females, and specifically, me. As far as I knew, they had no idea I was actually a wolf, but until we found out more, it was anyone's guess. I could not wait for the mating and my shift to be complete. It felt like half of my questions would be answered by this and reaching out to my allies. I was hoping that somewhere out there, there was someone that had at least heard about what happened to my parents. Knowing I was adopted had eased some of the pain of the dying accusations of the Allards, but they had still raised me and been all the family I'd known.

When the people that raise you die so violently in front of you, flinging what back then was the worst of the worst verbally... Yeah, definitely a blow to my self-worth.

Kieran smiled sleepily at me, touching my cheek and letting out his signature growly giggle. You're probably wondering what the deal is with this giggle. Well. It's low and masculine and frankly sounds like his wolf is right there with him. Growly. It's not high pitched and crazy sounding. It's damn sexy. Call me crazy, but it soaks my panties... if I'm wearing them... every time. He pulled me close, and of course, shoved his face into my neck.

I took a moment to breathe in his scent. It got stronger every day, just like my ability to scent others in the pack. It had become my source of calm and comfort. I suppose that's what mine is for him, too. I was still adjusting to the wolfen way of thinking, but I'd get there eventually.

"What's wrong, mo bhanríon." He murmured. "We don't have to be down for dinner for another two hours. You should get some rest." He held me tighter, probably feeling more possessive than ever after such intimate acts. It had definitely changed things between us, made us both needier.

"Just thinking about who I'm going to reach out to first, after Ekezeic. Vidar and Riyoko aren't that far apart in age, so I'm not sure either one is going to have this wealth of knowledge the other doesn't. I don't expect them to have much that isn't related to their kind. The moon goddess did say they could help, I'm just not feeling very optimistic." I tapped my chin. All of this hurry up and wait stuff was driving me crazy. I wanted to take action, not sit here waiting.

I had never been very good at waiting when I wanted to be doing.

"Take this time before our ceremony to relax mo chridhe. All too soon, we will have to face our enemies. May as well enjoy a brief respite. Now, come here and let's take a short nap, hmm?" He turned me, so that my back was to his... ahem glorious... front. I don't remember another coherent thought before sleep claimed me.

If only we could just stay like this, in blissful peace.