This is part TWO of the same book under the same title.
Tora never asked to be a Lunos and he certainly didn't ask for three mates.
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As the weakest member of his house, Tora has always been a lone wolf. He's never been the smartest, the bravest...
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~Micah~
Mature
"Ngh Tora,"
"Tell me what you want love,"
"I want you,"
"Mmm that's not good enough,"
Tora argues as his tongue licks my sensitive nipples before gently sucking on the tip, his thumb rolling the other one, freezing me in place against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. The cold brick of the small apartment above the gallery does nothing to cool the heat of my skin that burns with every touch of his body pressed against mine.
In mere minutes my cute crop top was now a lifeless piece of fabric on the floor beside my white laced thong. Ruined from how wet I was from just the way his hands ran beneath my skirt while calling me his precious little wife, boosting my confidence in a euphoric symphony of words mingled with his passion. Quickly bonding back from my brief dysphoria when his hand touched the wrong place.
My skirt now hitched around my little pregnant belly as he pulled me back from the wall. Not wanting to mess up my back with the brick as he continued to hold me in his arms as he did so. He's able to lift me easily now since I lost most of my heavy muscle after I wanted a more feminine shape. He gently places me at the edge of the bed like I'm fragile and picks up right where he left off. Except now his finger rims my aching hole as he sucks and licks while I'm jello in his arms.
"My love, I think your breast are starting to grow," he says and my heart flutters with his small squeeze. I know it's just because of my pregnancy and will go away shortly after Myah is weaned but hearing his call my chests breasts instead gives me a certain joy that I just can't ignore.
"Tora," I moan his name wrapping my leg around his naked body, beckoning him to come closer as I tempt him with my body until he caves.
"Tora please, fill me with you mark me as yours because there's no one else I'd rather be with for the rest of my life and I'm aching to feel your thoughts within mine," I whisper in his ear, my fingers just grasping his ruffled hair when he pushes inside and it hurts a little but not as much as last time.
"Ah, it feels so good to be inside you Micah, the way you clench around my dick, begging me to move deeper," He whispers back and the two of us continue our passionate tango between words and messy kisses as he selfishly takes me for himself. Claiming my body, mind, and soul in one numbing experience that nothing I could paint would ever recreate.
His teeth sinking into my neck as mine fall to his shoulder opposite to Casper's and for a few seconds it feels like I'm floating because in Tora's mind I can finally see and feel the truth. To him I am a diamond, radiating light and beauty every time we're in the same room. His love for me falls deeper than his words and to him I truly am his beautiful wife with no second thoughts or questioning about my gender.
I'm simply his.
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"How does it feel to be mine?"
Tora asks as his hands run over my shoulders, his strong chest pressed against my back in the bathtub. His nose just nuzzles my fresh mark sending a warm tingling feeling throughout my entire body. Gently licking it to numb the subtle stinging that came with it as the tribal scrolls created his mark across my neck.
To be his...
I've always dreamed of this moment. Back in the quiet days of my youth when I hid behind my art, the loneliness creeping in through the dark lines. I always imagined the dark and twisted ways my mate would take me, the creative ways I would have to hide who I really am so they love me back. I can't put a number to the amount of times I asked myself if they loved the fake version of me that I put out, did they truly love me?
And yet here I am.
I wish I could go back to tell that lost little Micah that they would be okay. That one day their husband would surprise them with the empty art gallery of their dreams, claim them in the small apartment above, and lovingly cuddle them in pink and yellow swirled bubble bath while pregnant with his first child.
I wouldn't have believed me.
"I love being yours,"
I quietly confess, still a little nervous when it comes to being completely open and honest since I trust one man with my heart and can only pray that he keeps it safe.
"It's weird, I can feel your love now. Almost as if it flows through your soul and travels to mine," Tora explains as he traces a line from my heart to the center of me and up to my throat. Letting it linger on the sensitive skin before moving to my neck.
"I have a question my love," Tora sighs into my ear as I melt in his arms, feeling so relaxed in the bubbled hot water that I just want to fall asleep. Myah must love it too since he hasn't kicked in awhile. I hum softly and Tora goes ahead, his finger slowly tracing my nipple which brings me back from the brink of slumber.
"Do you want me to continue to call these your breast or your chest?" He asks and traces the unnamed area while I ponder the euphoric feeling that surrounded my breasts and the way my heart lept in my enclosed ribcage.
"Um I think I like...um breasts," I admit and he covers my bare shoulder in tiny kisses.
"Ung, you're so cute," Tora groans while giving me a tight squeeze that leaves me a giggling mess.
"Tora!" I pretend to fight him off but nothing stops him as he forces me to turn around in the tub so he can hold me, spilling water everywhere but he doesn't seem to care and neither do I. Laughing as I bury my head in his shoulder, afraid of him not liking what he sees.
You're so beautiful, everything about you is showed in such a beautiful confidence that I'm jealous. I don't know how you do it.
Me? Confident? Are you sure you're in love with the right Micah?
Of course I am, you're my Micah
Tora says without skipping a beat and I raise my head from his shoulder, straddling his lap with a subtle grind that makes me want him once more. My arms haphazardly tossed around his shoulders as his forehead touches mine and his hand runs from my waist to dangerous places.
Beautiful, confident, courageous, creative, charming, witty, hilarious, adorable...I could go on and on my love
Stop please, I'm gonna dieee
I plead and Tora squeezes my butt as he pulls me closer and I follow his lead with a kiss that somehow fills me with his love in a beautiful moment of heated passion and I'm left breathless. Wild with desire as I quickly deepen our kiss, letting my fingers trace the lines of his muscular chest.
"I'm sorry about earlier," I apologize, still feeling bad for pushing him away even though I couldn't help it after a small touch in the wrong place led to a dysphoric outcome.
"Hey, it's okay my love. I understand, you never have to apologize or explain yourself. Now I know," He explains, making me feel safe in the confined comfort of his gaze.
"I know, I still feel bad though, for being so complicated. I just wish I was-" "You're not complicated, you're just Micah and I love you as you are. I would never wish to have you any other way,"
Tora corrects me before I can finish the sentence and he carefully helps me out of the tub. The chilly air quickly warms up when he slides a white robe over my shoulders and kisses my cheek.
