His Savior

Bright New Morning

~Cory~

               I can feel the brightness behind my eyes. It kind of hurts, but it's also warm. I open my eyes to the bright sun. I turn to lay on my back, and I stretch big, all of my muscles. I don't remember falling asleep, still wearing the same clothes. I remember talking to Zahara and her telling me that my pack, my family, has been trying to kill me for years. The pain from learning that truth still lingers within me, but I don't want to dwell on it. I don't want to let it consume me. For the first time, I feel as if I have a second chance at life, and I don't want to lose that.

               I get out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower. I wonder how Zahara is feeling. I had hoped to speak to her again yesterday, but I guess my emotions overwhelmed me. I get in the shower, the hot water running over me. The thought of Zahara lingers in my mind. Her light brown eyes keep popping into my mind, along with her thick, pink lips. I have never been with a woman, nor have I had much downtime to think about what it would be like. The only thing I know is from the movies I have caught glimpses of over the years. They were eye-opening but made me wonder if those things really happen in the real world, or is it just the type of thing they put in the movies to make them more appealing?

               Zahara did have a big chest and ample ass, so that was something real I could focus on. I wonder what she tastes like; her lips and body. I imagine running my tongue over her breasts, and I can feel the blood rushing to my dick. To be honest, I'm not quite sure I would know what to do with her. I don't think I have an instinct in the matter. Sadly, I don't even have the basic knowledge of pleasing a woman or even myself. I have never touched myself before, nor have I been touched. My life has been too chaotic and sad to think about giving myself pleasure.

               My dick is standing at attention, and my body is starting to tingle. I rub my hand across my chest, ensuring I touch each nipple. The contact with my nipples brings me more tingling that I can feel in my balls. I have never felt this way, and it is embarrassing to admit. My hand travels down my stomach, and it lands on my erect dick. I wrap my hand around my dick and start to move it up and down. The pleasure that I receive from just that one stroke is more than I can handle. I squeeze my eyes shut, and my mouth opens on its own. I stroke my dick a few more times, and each time it feels as if my balls are getting tighter and my dick is getting harder. I had no idea it could feel like this, and if I had, I would have been doing this regularly.

               I continue to move my hand up and down my dick, and each time, the pleasure makes me moan. I imagine that my hand is actually Zahara's hand and that she is stroking me while kissing my neck. My balls are feeling tighter and tighter. I stoke faster and faster and I start to scream out. Mingled with the water coming from the shower head, my dick starts to leak a white substance. My body shudders and shakes while the cum spills out all over my hand and the shower floor. That felt so amazing that I can't imagine how it would feel to actually be with Zahara. I finish my shower and get out.

~Zahara~

               I didn't sleep well last night, being so worried about Cory. We never spoke again yesterday, and when I checked on him, he was passed out in his bed. I briefly considered waking him, but looking at his face, I just couldn't.

               Cory and I need to talk today, even if that means it's through a closed door. We need to get some things out into the open and figure out what his role will be in the pack. I know that he has no clear role in the pack and that he plans to work as an Omega. Truth be told, being my mate means that he is going to need to do more than work in a kitchen. I'm hoping that with the news that Cory received yesterday, he would be more willing to see what his true role is and begin to act accordingly. Awww hell, let's face facts; I'm not so much worried about his role in this pack but hoping that he decides not to leave me. We haven't marked each other, but now that I've found him, I refuse to let him go.

               I quickly get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast. I've already been to training early this morning and finished with enough time to shower and dress. I'm rushing because I'm hoping with everything that I have that, Cory is at breakfast. I have to admit that I truly missed him yesterday, and I want to be able to put my eyes on him today.

               I walk towards the dining room, and I can recognize my mother's laughter. When I walk in the doorway, I can see my mother at the table along with Cory. They are deep in conversation, each one laughing at what the other is saying. A smile tugs at my lips. I plan to spend as much time with Cory today as I can. I plan to make him feel how much I truly want him. I walk closer to the table, and my mom looks up at me and smiles. "Good morning, my love. I hope you slept well."

               "I did, mom, thank you. How are you feeling this morning?" I ask while I sit down in my chair. I don't want my mom to know that I had trouble sleeping last night, and I don't want Cory to know that I was so worried about him. With my father still being the Alpha of the pack, I sit to his left while my mom sits to his right. I settle in next to Cory, across from my mom. I can feel the heat coming off of his body, and it is driving me and Aria insane. The things this man does to me, I can't fully explain, but I like every second of it. I feel tingles erupt all over my hand and look down to see Cory's hand on top of mine. He has never really made a move on me before, even though this is a tiny one at best. I look up and into Cory's eyes.

               "Uh....I'm feeling great.....just enjoying talking to your mate......." My mom's voice brings me back to reality, and I shake my head a bit and smile at her. I turn back to Cory and smile.

               "Good morning. I.....I hope you slept well." He smiles at me and rubs small circles on the back of my hand. I don't know what to say to him, but I'm saved when plates of food are brought and set in front of us. I smile a thank you and start to dig into my breakfast, feeling Cory's eyes on me as I eat. I'm too nervous to look up at him, so I focus on the plate in front of me and hope, internally, that I don't do anything to embarrass myself.