TA chapter 48 - waiting

-Emmanuel-

The thing with this pack house is that it’s rather old. Most newer packs or ones which had their homes refurbished have soundproofing systems in place so that generally, we can’t all just listen in on each other because that’s rather uncomfortable and then no one has any privacy.

But this pack house is old. And for some ‘historic’ reason or something, Xabien doesn’t want to get it refurbished. So we’re stuck in moments like these, where we have to be as silent as possible.

Well, that’s not really a problem for me; generally it’s easy to keep my own sounds in. Instead, I have to be on the case about Percy making some…rather suggestive sounds. When we started doing things, he was completely silent.

And then we started actually having sex and low and behold, he has to keep the back of his hand pressed to his lips, stifling the sounds as they leave.

Percy removes his hand long enough to guide me down to kiss him; our lips meeting and causing what honestly feels like sparks flying. When I pull back to breathe, Percy places his hand over his eyes, letting out a happy and breathless sigh.

Grinning, I still my movements for long enough to lean forwards and press a kiss to Percy’s palm, watching as he slowly moves his hand from his eyes, his expression soft and affectionate. “I love you,” he says warmly, stroking my bicep.

It’s been a while since we first said those words to each other, and true to his word…Percy has said them to me many times.

And it never gets old.

“I love you too,” I whisper, stroking along Percy’s waist, his metal prosthetic cold against my own waist. Percy shivers slightly from my touch and I start moving again, pulling out a distance before slowly easing myself back in.

Percy moans against his hand, his eyes fluttering shut as his back arches upwards into me slightly. Steadying myself against the bed with one hand next to his shoulder, I gently take his hand in mine, removing it from his lips in order to steal his moan.

Percy’s fingers glide across my shoulder blades and coast up my neck, holding me in place whilst we kiss again. Using my free hand, I brush my fingertips across his chest until I find his nipple, pressing and pinching it until my mate gasps and moans into my mouth, allowing me to slide my tongue between his lips.

Flicking his nipple for the final time, I go back to focusing on my pace, letting Percy relax into the stimulation from within and outside as I reach down, brushing my fingertips across his cock. He lets out a small gasp, turning his head to the side and kissing my wrist, where my hand to stabilise myself ended up next to his head.

“Percy…” I murmur, shutting my eyes for a moment and focusing entirely on how I’m feeling, on how Percy is feeling. As our pleasure increases, I quickens my pace to push it along, drawing out endless gasps and moans from Percy. He’s so much more vocal than he was that first time four years ago.

He made sounds back then too, but it was like he was deliberately trying to keep his sounds in, whereas now he knows that I like hearing him, so he lets me hear him.

That first time was very different to now.

And although it was lovely, nothing will ever be as lovely as spending time with the present Percy; my Percy. He has changed a lot, but no matter how he evolves and grows, he will always be incredible, and I will always love him dearly.

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My fingertips glide across the wolf’s chest, bending down to litter his shoulder with kisses in anticipation of the mark I’ll give him later. We exchange no words, but I learn his voice from the noises I elicit from him.

I don’t know his name, but I know his touch as he cups my cheek, bringing my lips to his. I may know nothing about this wolf, but I know how perfectly our bodies fit together, I know the feel of his skin against mine.

As I lower myself to trail kisses up his thighs, I expect the wolf to make some kind of noise, but if he wants to, he holds it back. I’m tempted to ask him to let the sounds out, but somehow talking in this moment feels wrong.

Like it would be crossing a line. For some reason, talking to my mate feels strange but fucking him right after meeting apparently doesn’t.

Or perhaps that’s why; right now, we have only a physical connection, but I- I want an emotional connection too, I just…don’t feel like talking in this moment is the right move to make.

So instead, I keep watching him as I thrust in and out, his channels hot and tight around me. The wolf occasionally lets a sound loose, but generally he keeps them on a tight lease within himself. If I want to draw them out, I have to try something else.

But whilst I’m scheming how to get what I want, the wolf is distracting me by ever so gently trailing his fingertips up and down my shoulder blades, his lips soft on mine as he steals more kisses from me. Not like I would ask for the kisses back; he can have them, they’re his now.

This wolf isn’t at all like the kind of mate I thought I’d have. I always expected them to be someone hotheaded like me, someone who would shout at me back, someone who would put me in my place.

But maybe, this wolf…maybe, instead of fighting back, this wolf would want me to do better. Maybe instead, this wolf will calm me. It worked the moment I saw him, so perhaps…

Maybe with him by my side, I could talk to mum honestly and ask her to stop the training. Maybe with him by my side, I could talk to her and she’d understand how much I hate the alpha training, how much I hate the alpha role.

Maybe with this wolf by my side, I will be less angry, and maybe…maybe I’ll feel other things instead.

But it doesn’t matter; I don’t have time to find that out right this instant - I have to get back to the pack. I’ll be back though, so it doesn’t matter.

“Please, just wait for me,” I whisper, placing a kiss on his forehead. He’s already asleep but maybe…maybe he’ll wait for me.