"Mate"

Chapter Five

He slowly grinded on me, his large member sliding over my smaller one, our precum acting as a lubricant, aiding the action. He smashed his lips against my own, my hands tangling in his chestnut colored locks whilst his hands roamed the expanse of my very exposed body. It almost made me feel vulnerable, but the warm look in his steel colored eyes and the protective hold he had on me comforted me enough to trust him not to judge all the scars and imperfections on my otherwise smooth skin.

Xander's POV

His skin was a beautiful milky white color, almost making him glow in the dimming light of the sunset. Despite the deep scars and imperfections embedded on his body, he was stunning and absolutely perfect. I trailed kisses down his neck, chest and naval, teasing him with the possibility of relieving his pent-up arousal. One of my hands slowly travelled up till it reached his perky pink nipples. I toyed with it, gently twisting it and rolling it between my index finger and thumb. His little whine of sexual frustration had me leaking and more determined to break him and put him back together, better and more confident than ever.

I grabbed hold of his silky thighs, kissing and sucking the inside while eyeing his perfect member which was oozing the colorless fluid showing me just how much he was enjoying this. I licked the mushroomed cap of his dick, swirling my tongue around it and bobbing my head a few times engulfing his entire length before licking my way to his puckered hole.

I rimmed the first ring of muscle, before sticking my tongue as deep as possible. I repeated the action several times, thoroughly enjoying the sweet sounds emitted by my beautiful angel. I wrapped one of my hands around his shaft, pumping it at a steady pace until I felt it throb signalling he's close. I sped up my pace both pumping him and tongue-fucking him until his back arched, body tensed and shot his load onto his flat stomach. He laid still and panting, trying to catch his breath which I, of course, was not going to allow.

I shoved three fingers into his mouth, urging him to wet them with his saliva. He did so, very hesitantly and shyly, until I pulled them out and pushed one into his greedy, twitching hole. I continued taking it out and pushing it back in, adding another finger when he became looser until I was most certain that I wouldn't hurt him too much. I positioned myself at his entrance softly warning him and asking permission, which with a slight nod, he gave. Not needing any more encouragement, I started slowly pushing in, reveling in his tightness and warmth, loving every second of it.

I focused on his face, noting the sheen of tears in his eyes which I gently wiped away and leaned down to distract him with kisses wherever I could reach. When I was fully in, I paused and waited for him to adjust to my size before pushing in and out once given a nod of approval. The sparks and burn I felt throughout me being connected with him like this was undoubtedly the best feeling I've ever experienced. I continued slowly thrusting in and quickly pulling out, before I sped up, putting his legs on my shoulders, grabbing his hips and roughly slamming in and out of him relishing in the sweet cries of pleasure Levi emitted which brought me over the edge to a mind-blowing orgasm. I bit down on his shoulder, marking him as mine and he did the same, sending a blinding pleasure to engulf my whole being.

Levi's POV

The feeling of him marking me was the best feeling I've ever felt. A sense of security and peace washed over me, leaving me fully sated and relaxed. However, not a minute later, he flipped me over onto my hands and knees without pulling out and started roughly fucking me in the mattress. I tried my best to hold onto my last piece of sanity by gripping onto the pillow and bedsheet, muffling my cries of desperate pleas for more. He had no problem complying, grabbing a firm hold of my hips and thrusting in and out with unrestrained power. When I climaxed a third time, spurring on his own climax when I clenched down on him, I felt completely drained. However, he didn't seem to feel the same.

After changing positions at least three more times (I lost count after that), he finally flopped down beside me, still much less spent than I feel, and cuddled me till I fell asleep.

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The next morning, I woke up feeling slightly cold only to later realise Xander is no longer laying beside me. I slowly sat up, wincing at the pain in my lower back and butt (though werewolves heal much faster than humans, my asshole being stretched doesn't exactly count as an injury). I stood up and snatched Xander's shirt from yesterday off the floor and put it on, padding downstairs to the kitchen in search of said person. I found him at the stove, cooking what I'm guessing is breakfast while whistling an unrecognisable tune.

I carefully approached him and hugged his waist, resting my head against his back, causing his whistling to cease.

"Good morning" he greeted, turning around to peck me on my forehead before turning his attention back to cooking.

"Morning" I mumbled, rubbing remnants of sleep from my eyes.

"Slept well?" He asked, to which I answered with an affirmative nod.

He turned off the gas, plating what looks to be waffles and carrying them to the table in the dining room (the kitchen opened up into it) with me following him holding maple and chocolate syrup and the cutlery. We set everything on the table, taking a seat opposite each other and digging into the delicious breakfast.

Halfway through our meal, the front door swung open followed by the sound of a deep, baritone voice calling out-

"I'm home!"

Heavy thumps reverberated around the house, a tall and muscular (though not overly so) figure appearing in the doorway of the kitchen clad in black doc martens, black ripped jeans, white t-shirt and a black (biker?) leather jacket. His hair was also black but his eyes were a striking purple color. His scent enveloped me, and before I could process the feeling it evokes in me, he already verbalised its meaning-

"Mate"