ML - chapter 61

Blake kissed his boyfriend slowly, his fingers playing with the hem of Atticus’s shirt as he tried to free the red-head from it. Atticus giggled into his lips, pulling back to undo his shirt buttons and strip off his shirt.

Blake quickly followed suit, ridding himself of his own shirt before pulling Atticus back to him for another kiss. Tonight was the night. They were finally going to mate. It had been a year since Atticus’s graduation, and they finally both felt ready to take that step.

It was a step which would firmly place Blake in the supernatural world, but it was a step he wanted to take. As Atticus’s mate, he would officially be recognised by the supernatural authorities, placing him under their protection also.

That meant that mating Atticus would both put him in danger from other supernatural creatures, but also protect him. Although, those facts had nothing to do with why he and Atticus had decided to mate.

The only reason Blake had agreed to it, was so that he could be there for Atticus always, in both aspects of his life - human and werewolf. As Atticus’s official mate, Blake was also recognised as one of Rayen’s pack.

Although his life wouldn’t change much, there would be some noticeable changes - mainly the fact that, if their hypotheses were correct, Blake would now be able to feel Atticus’s emotions, like how the latter could feel Blake’s. He was a little unsure what that would be like, and if that would even manifest itself.

A sharp tug on his trousers reminded him that ah yes, he is indeed about to make love to his boyfriend, so his mind shouldn’t be wandering elsewhere.

Atticus giggled, helping Blake out of his trousers. He’d already taken his own off, and had realised that Blake was off in his own mind somewhere.

“Just to check, you’re still sure you want this? Like we can just have sex as normal, if you’re not ready,” he said, kissing Blake again. “Nuh-uh, I want this, I’m just thinking about stuff. BUT, I promise I’ll think only of you from now on,” he said with a smirk as he ground into Atticus gently, blushing in glee at the moan escaping from Atticus’s lips as he did so.

“I’ll make sure you can’t think of anything else,” Atticus whispered seductively into his ear, kissing down his jaw and sucking on his neck. Blake groaned, reaching down to cup Atticus’s ass whilst the latter worked on his neck.

Manoeuvring them onto the bed, Blake pressed Atticus into the wall whilst continuing to grind against him, the friction making them both groan into each other’s lips. One of Blake’s hands strayed up to play with Atticus’s nipple, twisting and pinching it whilst Atticus gasped against his mouth.

Slipping his hand back down to his ass, Blake squeezed him gently, before pulling back. “Can I prep you?” He asked, grinning when Atticus nodded enthusiastically. Pouring some lube onto his hand, he pressed a finger against Atticus’s entrance, pushing in slowly when Atticus gasped, clinging on to him.

As they always did, to make sure Atticus was as comfortable as possible, and remind him that he’s safe, Blake whispered his name as they kissed, holding Atticus to his body tenderly as he prepared him, until he was ready.

“Babe, can I make love to you?” He asked earnestly, and Atticus giggled breathlessly, his hands still automatically shaking even after two and a half years together. “Absolutely.” Pecking him once more on the lips, Blake put a condom on, before pressing up against Atticus’s entrance.

He watched as the cave drew him in deliciously, his fingers entangled with Atticus’s. “Are you ok?” He asked, leaning over and kissing Atticus’s forehead gently. “Yeah, just give me a moment,” he said a little shakily, offering Blake his best smile.

“You’re safe, my love. I’m right here with you,” Blake reassured, smoothing his fingers through Atticus’s hair until the latter’s trembling lessened. Atticus tugged him down for a kiss, stroking his cheek with a fond smile playing on his lips.

“You can move now, babe. I’m ok,” he said calmly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s torso in a tight hug as Blake began to ease out of him, before thrusting back in, aiming for the bundle of nerves deep within him.

Atticus moaned as Blake stroked his walls from within, the sound getting caught as he pulled Blake into a messy and breathtaking kiss. Blake quickened his pace when he felt Atticus begin to clench around him, pushing into him faster and harder, burying himself deep within Atticus’s channels as the red-head gasped his name out.

“Last chance to back out,” Atticus grunted, his fangs already formed in his mouth. Blake shook his head, kissing him passionately once again. His tongue flitted across the unfamiliar fangs in Atticus’s mouth, their sharpness pricking him gently.

“Make me your mate, Atticus,” he whispered, and Atticus beamed at him. Pulling him back down into the hug, Atticus kissed the spot where Blake’s neck and right shoulder met, swirling his tongue across the area before sinking his fangs into Blake.

Blake gasped, the shock and adrenaline coursing through his veins and making him climax immediately. Atticus quickly licked the bite mark, cleaning the blood from it. “Babe we need to properly dress the wound though, normally wolves heal quickly from it, but obviously you won’t-“

Blake cut him off with another kiss, and it finally registered in Atticus’s mind that they were mates now. “It actually feels pretty ok, it doesn’t even hurt that much,” Blake said after he pulled back, reaching a hand up to the wound.

Atticus removed his hand, inspecting the wound before gasping. “Holy shit! It’s healed. I- did I make you a mutant human?” He asked anxiously, but Blake only laughed. “Maybe? Who knows. It’s cool that it healed so fast though, is that normal?”

Shaking his head, Atticus giggled. “Love, none of this is normal. But generally, wolves heal really fast from the bite, depending on how deep it is. I didn’t do it very deep, I didn’t want to hurt you.” Blake smiled lovingly down at him, kissing his forehead again.

“Now, how about I help you out there? You’re still hard,” he said teasingly, rubbing Atticus’s tip. “Shut up! Just because you came from the shock doesn’t mean I did too!” Blake only laughed, before Atticus sealed the sound with a kiss.

Blake helped relieve his mate, before cleaning them both up. As they snuggled up together in each other’s arms, waiting for sleep to fog up their minds, Atticus whispered “I love you” into Blake’s chest, and he mumbled “I love you too” into Atticus’s hair, sleep already consuming him.