Micah (bxb)

Making him mine

(Landon)

After we headed back inside, I ordered breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, the basics.

I made sure there was nothing weird, no pickle juice or whatever else Micah might've concocted if left alone.

He was still smiling as we sat down in the buffet area, and I felt an odd sense of peace wash over me as I watched him eat, his goofy grin never far from his lips.

“Looks like you're back to normal,” I teased, watching as he attacked his plate with enthusiasm.

Micah shrugged, chewing through a mouthful of pancakes.

“I guess I am.” He replied. I smirked, trying not to think about that awful pickle ice cream combo from earlier.

We finished breakfast, and I could feel the atmosphere between us shift, the playful banter replaced by something quieter, something more intimate.

Micah leaned back in his chair, stretching out lazily with a content sigh. I stood up and reached for his hand, pulling him toward me.

He followed without hesitation, our fingers lacing together as I led him to our bedroom.

Once we got there, I closed the door behind us, knowing exactly why I brought him there.

I could feel the warmth of his body as he stood close, and I couldn't help but admire the way his eyes softened when he looked at me.

“Micah, I…" I cleared my throat, feeling a bit nervous.

Any other time, I would have been all over him, making him mine.

But now I have to tread carefully around him.

I didn't know his mood swings or if he would want me to touch him.

But, we were alone here at the hotel and Shane was bugging me to take him. I once said that I wasn't here with him because of that.

That I wanted to spend more time with him, but it was getting to be so damn hard when his scent was constantly invading me.

I tried, I did try.

“I know what you want, Landon,” Micah replied, and I could swear I felt myself blushing. Look at me, the big bad beta wolf blushing just because my angel of a mate said that.

“I'll be careful, I promise. I just want to be with you.” I promised.

He smiled at me and beckoned me to come closer to him, which I did.

I kissed him, slow and deep, savoring the feel of his lips against mine.

Micah responded immediately, his hands tangling in my hair as he kissed me back just as eagerly.

I pushed him gently toward the bed, never breaking the kiss, guiding him as he sank onto the soft mattress.

He pulled me down with him, and I hovered over him for a moment, just taking him in.

The flushed cheeks, the slight smile playing at his lips, and the way his eyes were half-lidded with anticipation.

“You're beautiful, you know that?” I whispered, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead. Micah chuckled softly, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

“And you're a terrible flirt,” he teased back, but the way he looked at me said something different. Something more. He wasn't just teasing, he was serious.

“I'm not flirting,” I said, my voice a little rough.

“I'm just telling the truth.” Micah rolled his eyes, but before he could come up with a smart reply, I kissed him again, cutting him off.

This time, the kiss was more urgent, more needy, and Micah responded, his body arching up toward mine.

I couldn't get enough of him. The way he felt, the way he tasted, everything about him was intoxicating, and I wanted all of him.

Slowly, I let my hands travel down his body, feeling the way he trembled beneath my touch.

Micah's breath hitched, his hands gripping my arms as he pulled me even closer.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips, feeling the weight of those words settles between us.

Micah's eyes softened, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek.

“I love you too, Landon.” Hearing him say it made my heart feel like it was about to burst.

I pressed my forehead against his, our breaths mingling as we lay there, wrapped up in each other.

“Remember when I was giving you a BJ and Logan interrupted us?” Micah asked.

I didn't need the reminder since I was still keeping my promise to kill Logan for doing that.

“Yeah, the idiot cock blocked me, and things haven't been the same after that.” He scoffed, making me laugh.

“No one is here to stop me this time.” My eyes widened as the reality of his words sank in, the mischievous glint in Micah's eyes daring me to make the next move.
I grinned, lowering myself so that my lips were just inches from his.

“You're right,” I murmured, letting my breath fan over his skin.

“No one's here to stop us.” Micah's laugh was soft, and I could feel the tension in the air shift, his playful tone giving way to something deeper, something more intense.

My fingers slid under his shirt, slowly lifting the fabric as I kissed him again, deeper this time, tasting the sweetness of his lips mixed with the heat of the moment.

He moaned softly against my mouth, his body arching up into mine as I tossed his shirt aside, my hands exploring the familiar curves and lines of his chest.

I loved the way he felt, the way his skin heated under my touch, the way his breath quickened with every kiss, every caress.

Micah's hands tugged at my shirt, and I didn't hesitate, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor.

His fingers traced the muscles of my chest, sending shivers down my spine as I leaned down to capture his lips once more.

“You're mine,” I whispered against his mouth, my voice rough with emotion.

“All mine.”

Micah's smile widened, his eyes dark with desire.

“Always,” he whispered back, his hands sliding down my back, pulling me even closer.

The heat between us grew, our movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as we lost ourselves in each other. I kissed my way down his neck, savoring the taste of his skin, and the sound of his moans as he arched into me.

I took my time, wanting to savor every second, wanting to show him just how much I loved him, how much he meant to me.

Every touch, every kiss was a promise, a reminder that he was my world, and I'd be damned if I ever let him go.