Elemental Wolves

{Chapter Twenty-One}

Elian

"Morning, love. How you feeling? You need anything?" I asked the boy in my arms, kissing all over him as he finally stirred himself awake. He had a serious case of bed head.

It was honestly so adorable.

I was a bit worried about if he would be in pain from all of our rounds of fun a few nights ago. The worst of his heat barreled right through when we got back from the sanctuary.

And honestly what a time it was. It's a selfish thing to say, but I hope I get to take of him often. I love feeling like his hero.

He'd manage to sleep for about an hour or two before been woken up a few times, hot, sweaty, begging, and rubbing himself against me roughly. Searching and clinging to his only source of relief throughout the night.

I shamelessly provided him with all the relief he was looking for. I couldn't resist those eyes and the way he placed himself under me and gave himself over to me. I could feel the mixture of essences sloshing about inside him everytime I slid in.

"So, yeah that's how I'm feeling right now."

I did my best to try and pay attention to whatever it was he saying, but my eyes kept going back to his neck. My mind constantly replaying the moment he became mine. It was the only thing I could think about; how good my mark looked on him.

Not even him still being naked in my bed could distract me from it, just barely.

The mark was still fresh and healing, but it looked good already. I knew what I wanted my mark to be, but I couldn't wait for him to see it when it healed over. It would be a perfect way to reveal where I planned on taking him next.

I felt myself beaming internally with pride, finally claiming what was mine, and giving him what belonged to him in return. Something that he'd always longed for.

It was a long time coming and I finally did it. I would do it all over again and wait for as long as I needed to if it guaranteed me this. Him. He made it all worth it.

"I-I, um, don't feel too hot anymore. I feel like I slept for months and got ran over the entire I was out of it." He chuckled as he sat all the way up, sheets falling from his top half.

Me eyes drifted to his exposed shoulders. Pecs and collarbones just calling my fucking name. Fuck I need get my body back in check.

"I'd imagine you do. You slept for thirty-six hours straight after you went into subspace the last time. I'll admit, I was getting worried about you. Especially that last time."

"You're kidding? Then why do I still feel like I got hit by a fucking truck?" He sat up abruptly, subtly wincing in pain. He tried to hide it, but I caught it.

"No, that's because you got hit by fucking. Not a truck. Annnnd you got filled by someone built like a tank. You're welcome." I grinned and pulled his body back into my own.

He blushed instantly, no doubt remembering the way he threw care, caution, and all embarrassment into the wind, letting his inner whore be released.

"I'm hungry." He mumbled.

"Oh you're feeling adventurous today. You wanna be fed, fucked, AND happy. How daring of you." I cheesed. He hit my shoulder out of embarrassment before hiding his face in it.