TA chapter 25 - heal

-Percy-

Removing my face from Emmanuel’s shoulder, I kiss the side of his neck and sit up properly. “Do you mind if I turn off the main lights? We can turn on the lamp instead,” I ask, not really enjoying the bright white light trying to burn my eyeballs with every passing second.

He nods instantly and I can practically feel his eyes on me as I get up and flick off the switch by the door, plunging us into darkness. I really should’ve turned on the lamp first, but oh well. Instead, I get to admire the bright turquoise shine of Emmi’s eyes in the darkness.

Mine may not do that anymore, but it doesn’t change the fact that when Emmi’s shine like this, they are beautiful.

I really love Emmi’s eyes.

Feeling around in the darkness, I switch the bedside lamp on and watch as Emmi’s eyes contract at the sudden brightness. Grinning just because I’m happy, I sit back down on the bed directly in front of my mate and he quickly treats me to another long and slow kiss.

Moving forwards, I very awkwardly clamber into his lap, but Emmi doesn’t laugh at my ungracefulness, doesn’t tease me or make fun of me. He just gently rests his hands on my hips, his tongue easing past my lips to steal my breath.

I let him take it; I let him take it all.

Resting my forehead against his, I listen to the sound of us both desperately trying to catch our breath from that last kiss.

“Are we planning on just kissing or are we thinking about something a little more?” I ask into the silence, Emmi’s fingers smoothing across my outer thigh through my trousers. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” He replies eventually, his hand stilling its lazy traverse of my thigh.

“Well, I want to have sex with you. What do you want to do?” I ask totally nonchalantly, glad that he can’t see my face right now. I know I’m in the very unappealing state of embarrassed where I’m not quite looking cute or sexy, so I just look…awkward.

But, I know that Emmi would never make fun of me for looking like this; he’d probably just like it anyway. Thus far, he’s liked all of my expressions unless I’m crying or something.

“Cool. Well, I uh. Me too,” he says, bright pink and smiling giddily.

I finally pull back, stroking his cheek fondly. “I’m pretty sure you were way smoother last time; what changed in those four years?” I tease, kissing his forehead. Emmi huffs, catching my lips with his again. “Last time, I was too busy thinking ‘ooga booga sexy mate’ to get embarrassed. And I can be smooth, just so you know,” he says petulantly with the most adorable expression I’ve ever seen on his face.

“Hmm, either way you’re still sexy so I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” I tell him honestly, running my hands through his hair. Emmi grins, pulling me closer in his lap so that I’m completely straddling him.

Reaching down, I rest my hand on the waistband of his jeans. “Can I touch you?” I ask, gladly noticing that Emmi’s caress of my thigh has commenced again, and this time he’s steadily getting closer to my groin, although I know he’d never touch me like that without asking first.

“Yes please,” Emmi says, not even bothering to keep the eagerness from his voice. Grinning, I very unceremoniously fumble around with the button and zip until I manage to reveal the front of his boxers. Slipping my fingers beneath the waist band, I smile at the realisation that he’s already slightly hard.

Wrapping my hand around his cock, I start a lazy and slow motion, adding just enough pressure and speed to get Emmi to the crux of his orgasm before taking my hand away before my mate can come. He lets out a small whine, flopping his head down on my shoulder and kissing my neck.

“Percy, I want to come…” he pleads and I cup his cheek gently. “I know dear, but wait just a moment and then you can inside me.”

Well. Apparently, that was the right thing to say, because Emmi quickly flips us so that I’m on my back with him hovering over me. He sits back on his legs, stripping off his shirt along with the rest of his clothes, finally giving me the chance to admire my mate in all his glory. I haven’t seen his body in over four years and it’s obvious that he’s changed somewhat.

I like every change I notice; Emmi is less muscular but more lithe and just as strong. Pressing my hand to his chest, I run my fingers through the light dusting of hair present across his chest, smiling. It’s only been four and a bit years, but Emmi already feels like he’s changed from a young man into a proper adult.

He’s matured a lot in the time we were apart. But I have too, and Emmi definitely knows that.

I know that I look a lot different now to the only other time we’ve had sex; I was hardly muscular then at all, whereas now I am, even if I’ve lost a little of it from not…fighting off other random wolves constantly.

And a rather major change is that my hair is long now. Before, it was kind of shaggy around my chin, but now it’s down my back. I’m pretty certain that Emmi is a fan of this change too; he loves to brush my hair and run his fingers through it, and I love when he plays with my hair so it works out well for us both.

In the past, I always prepared myself. But this time, I let Emmi do it for me. In the past, I never trusted other people to do it right or in a way which wouldn’t hurt, but I do trust Emmi. And I was right to trust him; every movement he does is slow and careful so that I don’t feel any pain and instead, I can enjoy to the max the feeling of him touching me.

“Are you sure?” He asks me gently, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “Of course. Are you?”

He nods, kissing me once again, slow and passionate, full of feeling and emotion.

And then my mate takes my hips carefully and I try not to look at my prosthetic leg; it looks so out of place that in the past I’d considered taking it off if Emmi and I ever did something like this, but then I thought that that would only make it seem stranger.

But Emmanuel doesn’t seem to mind, doesn’t even seem to notice. Not that I can really blame him; I mean I don't know how long he’s been thinking about this moment but for me it’s been…quite a while.

And based on our previous conversations…I think it’s been a while for him too.

And now it’s finally happening.

Emmi slowly eases himself inside me; my slick helping to reduce any friction. Hang on, I can still produce slick? That’s a werewolf thing, so I assumed that since I lost my wolf, I wouldn’t be able to do that anymore…

What does this mean?

Is…is my wolf coming back?

That can’t be it; I’d feel it. And there’s this emptiness, deep within my soul. Where my other soul is missing. So my wolf is still dead, still gone. But maybe…not entirely. Maybe, being with my mate, my werewolf soulmate…maybe it’s healing my wolf, or whatever remains of him.

Because some of him has to remain; when werewolves lose their wolves, they often don’t survive, because of how closely entangled the two souls are. Which means that I may have lost my wolf soul, but part of it will always remain within my human soul.

My wolf is gone, but maybe…I might be able to get my wolf instincts back. I might be able to see in the dark, to hear things, see things, smell things better, to heal faster, to be stronger and less susceptible to illness.

I’ll never be able to shift, not into a full wolf or just something small like my teeth or claws. I’ve lost that part of myself forever, but maybe…maybe there’s some parts of my wolf which I can heal, which I can get back.

Parts of my wolf which Emmi can help me heal.

“Are you ok?” He asks softly, stroking my cheek. Bringing my attention back to him, I nod, smiling warmly. “Yeah, I’m better than ok.”

Emmi returns the smile, carefully pulling out a little before pushing back in, grazing the inside of me as he does so. A small moan slips past my lips as Emmi increases his pace a little - not by much, I think he can tell that I’m enjoying the slow and steady rhythm he has going, but enough to only add to the ever building pleasure rising within me.

It starts as a small tingle of deliciousness which has my heart rate increasing along with my breathing until I’m panting loudly, my hands digging into Emmi’s back as he groans, his eyes occasionally closing in bliss as he lets out a moan before he reopens his eyes, locking his gaze with mine and drinking in the sight of me beneath him as he bestows endless pleasure upon me.

When Emmi’s rhythm begins to grow erratic and a little faster, I can tell that it won’t be much longer before he comes. My own pleasure has been steadily mounting for quite some time, but without one final push I won’t climax at the same time as him. Sensing this, Emmi grazes my cock with his hand, using his other arm to brace himself above me as he strokes me on both the inside and outside in tandem.

“Emmi…!” I moan out, meaning to tell him how close I am, before his expression melts and he instantly comes inside me. I lie there in complete shock, trying to work out what it was that made him climax so suddenly, before I realise.

Right as I figure it out, Emmi closes his eyes, blushing. “Sorry, that, um. I always wondered how you’d sound when saying my name like this, and I would touch myself and think about it and just actually hearing it-“

“Did you like it?” I ask, abruptly interrupting him. Emmi blinks a few times, his hand still on me and his dick still in me. I haven’t come yet, but this question obviously takes immediate precedence.

Emmi nods eagerly, bending down to kiss my forehead. “Even better than I’d imagined. And I’m not just referring to how you said my name. Seriously, thank you, Percy.”

Grinning, I kiss him thoroughly. “I’m very glad. Now if you don’t mind…I still haven’t come yet,” I remind him nonchalantly, pushing my hips against him. Emmi smiles at me, kissing me again. “Oh trust me, I haven’t forgotten.”

And oh boy. He definitely hadn’t forgotten. And that wasn’t even the end of our fun for tonight.