What happens after you've saved the world? Even if you are an all-powerful being or vampire or some cross of any supernatural creature you've come in contact with?
Normal life, apparently.
But living a long life and seeing societies and their conc...
Carbry grinned when Meriwa came back angry from the gym, storming his office and simultaneously slamming the door and dropping her gym bag to the floor. With a melodramatic sigh, she plopped down on the couch. She smelled deliciously like her, not having even taken the time to shower off the copious amounts of sweat from her workout, but she also smelled like...others, like the meatheads who hung out in the training room, always volunteering to spar with his Meri.
Nevertheless, he smiled, pretending to be consumed by his work as he asked, "So, what's the reason you're sweating all over my office, love?"
She huffed again, standing and fidgeting uncomfortably. She had something she wanted to tell him, but she wasn't sure how to go about it. "I tried, but nothing's working."
Still grinning faintly, he stood and put down his pen before going to her and taking her hand. "Sit with me."
She frowned, looking from him to the couch with uncertainty. "I smell gross."
"You smell delectable. Now sit."
Sighing, she allowed Carbry to pull her to the couch with him and guide her to straddle his lap. Slowly, he ran his hands over her thighs, casually massaging her muscles before asking her gently. "Okay. What's not working?"
His massaging was having an effect, and she began relaxing slightly before she replied. "Trying not to think about it."
"About what?" He asked, feigning ignorance.
"The strip club!" She snapped as if he should have been able to read her mind, which he kind of could. He could read Meri like a book, but he needed to get her to talk about it herself. This was something she needed to ponder on her own. Carbry would hate to think he influenced her about anything.
"Oh?" He raised a curious brow as he continued massaging his way higher up her thighs.
"The dance..." She trailed off and bit her lip, looking away in embarrassment before adding in a quiet voice, "D's striptease."
He let himself smile then, really smile if only to let his mate know he wasn't upset. "Ah. Yes. That was pleasurable."
She groaned, half from her own annoyance with his word choice and half from his touching another part of her body, having finished with her thighs for now. Nevertheless, she kept speaking. "Not pleasurable. Don't use that word. It was just hot, okay? Like really fucking hot. And you were turned on, and me. And, so was D. Even Ryke with his growling over the cowboy with the other people but loving it when he was dancing with you and me. The asshole was turned on, too. We were all turned on, and I dunno, I liked seeing you with him, with both of them, and I feel like..."
She trailed off again, her uncertainty getting the better of her once more despite the fact that he could literally taste her arousal at the memory of her best friend dancing erotically in his lap. Carbry distracted her from her embarrassment with a rough kiss as he slid his hands under the waistline of her tight workout pants so that he could massage her ass.
"You feel like what?" He prodded gently.
"Like we should all maybe fuck and get it out of our systems!"
There they were, the words Car had been half expecting her to say. He didn't react, though, just kept massaging her and waiting for her to continue. When she didn't say anything, he smirked and encouraged her. "Go on..."
She looked at him, her eyes widening in surprise. "Go on?! You're not mad or think it's weird or gross or-?"
He silenced her with another bruising, breathless kiss. When she broke for air, he spoke while using his grip on her ass to tug her closer to him. "A mhuirnín, you know my past, and you know how I feel about you. New sexual experiences have never been something I shy away from, and, most importantly, I love you. Nothing you ever want to try will be silly or gross or hurt my feelings. You're my mate, and that will never, ever change."
His words made her blush, and he slid his hands from her ass to the muscled part of her thighs, this time massaging them from under the pants rather than over. She responded to his touch, and he began kissing a path down her neck, grazing her carefully with his fangs and making her arch into him. She tasted like salt and her, but she didn't smell enough like him.
When she was good and love drunk, he spoke. "I'd be perfectly content for the two of us to remain monogamous for our entire existence if that's what you want. I'm immeasurably and indescribably happy with you, but I'm also open to any experiences you want to try."
"But...it's Daryl. My best friend. And...and Ryker. Ryke. The asshole."
"Two maddeningly attractive men who we both care deeply for and are incredibly close with." She sighed, rubbing her hands over his shoulders then down his chest as he resumed kissing her neck.
"And...it's not weird to kind of, maybe want to?"
He chuckled at the sweet uncertainty in her voice despite the fact that her words came out as a breathless moan. "It's natural to want to experiment, to try new things. Of course you're not weird, Meriwa." She leaned into his touch as he kept speaking, "How about you sleep on it? Consider it for as long as you want to, decide if this is something you really want. Then, we'll go from there, huh?"
After a moment, she nodded against him, and with a smirk, he finally gave himself over to his desire to free her from those sweaty clothes and ensure she smelled like him.
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