(Chapter 10 Continued)
Osias
I threw on my black athletic shorts as fast as I could over my boxers before darting out of the door. Upon waking up in the middle of the night, I'd immediately noticed the absence of Berlin's small form in bed next to me. It was a disturbing sight, as he'd just went through so much mental trauma that I was currently on high-alert with him. He worries me. Berlin is practically the size of a lima bean compared to the wolves around here, and could be easily taken advantage of.
I sensed Berlin's distress earlier on in the day, while he slept after the fiasco at the coffee shop and I was busy helping move my pack's luggage into their designated rooms. Although I did not want to leave him under any circumstances, Ortiz began reprimanding me for ostracizing myself from the pack for so long when I technically set up the trip myself. I reluctantly went to help, but when I sensed Berlin waking up, I ran to his aid as fast as I could.
Losing your mate is one matter, but seeing them simply reject your existence right in front of your face is another, even if it was a demon who'd stolen his form. From the look on Berlin's face when the incident occurred, he was beyond heartbroken by the situation. If I was rejected by a demon in the form of Berlin, knowing that his soul was damned to hell forever, I don't know if I'd be able to go on. Therefore, it was important that I take care of him how I should, meaning that I would give my baby the world if it would make him happy.
York chuckled in my head at the thought, "When did we become so damn sappy?"
I shook my head at his words, focusing on following Berlin's scent as I combed through the quiet house for a place he could've ran off to. His scent wrapped around from the kitchen to the back door, and out to the stone patio. I continued on the path for a short while until a small figure, huddled in a little ball in front of the fire pit, came into view. There was a blazing bonfire in front of him, fueled by what looked to be fabric.
"Sweetheart?" I called out to him, approaching slowly. He turned his head to look at me, and I swear that my heart was torn straight out of my chest. His lips were trembling, eyes red-rimmed and his face was drawn with tears as he whimpered, his body completely bare.
"Where are your clothes?!" I asked in a hushed but urgent whisper, no longer approaching him slowly as I scooped his tiny body up into my waiting arms in one fell swoop. I was relieved when he relaxed into my hold. There was not a hint of eroticism in the act of me holding his naked body in my arms, even with his perfect bubble butt pressing deliciously against my cock.
Rather than speaking his reply, he simply pointed one dainty finger to the fire in front of him. Upon further inspection, I could make out the pile of thick fabric that crackled in the flames, embers flying into the air as it did so. Taking a sniff, I confirmed that they were Max's sweaters that he so copiously hoarded, the scent being the same as at the coffee shop, only this time with a hint of a burnt edge to it
"Osi?..." Berlin breathed out, his cheek pressed against my chest gently as he clung to me tightly.
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
"For what, kitten?"
"For being there when I needed you..." he whispered, trailing off at the end and surprising me when he reached over, intertwining our fingers together.
"I will always be there for you, Berlin. Always." I replied, lifting our intertwined hands up to my lips to kiss the back of his. Obviously the little act of care impacted him much more than I anticipated, as he began to shift his round little butt around on my lap.
Now it's becoming erotic.
I picked him up carefully, carrying us towards the private beach that came with the purchase of large the vacation home. As it was the middle of the night - or should I say early morning - the area was deserted except for a few seagulls resting along the shore. I set us down a nice distance from the crashing waves in the cool sand before gently setting my little mate back onto my lap to straddle me.
My cock stood at attention as he wrapped his arms around my neck, his naked body pressed dangerously against my own. His hips shifted against me knowingly, taking me by surprise at his boldness. He pulled back to look at me and in that moment I could tell that he was serious, as his almond shaped eyes were sparking a bright blue hue that signaled that his wolf was at the surface.
Of course, I complied with his wishes.
A soft moan of need bubbled out from him as I pressed my hips up, effectively pressing my hard shaft against his soft, round ass in a teasing manner. He pouted adorably at me, pressing his hips back down a moment later in an effort to create more friction, I didn't let him.
"Are you sure?" I asked him, my hands gripping his hips momentarily to keep them still. I didn't want to move too fast for him and scare him away, as it seemed like that's all I ever did these days. I told him that I would wait however long it took for him to accept me, and I wanted him to make this decision on his own, without any guilt or doubts to haunt him afterwards.
His eyes darkened as he looked at me through his lashes, his hot gaze telling me all that I needed to know in regards to his answer. His small hands fiddled around with something for a moment before he held up the green and pink bracelet in his hands, smiling at me through his drying tears before turning his upper body around and hauling it far into the ocean.
"Osias!" Berlin screamed out my name as soon as the bracelet left his clutches, grabbing onto my shoulders and rocking frantically against my rock hard length that was already dripping wet in my pants. I let out a groan of pleasure at the tidal wave of absolutely delicious pheromones that blasted out of him, calling out to my deepest instincts that said to mate him now.
His heat was back.
I didn't know how or why, but in that moment I didn't care. I had a one-track mind, and so did York as he howled out inside of my mind, ecstatic at the idea of finally connecting with our mate in such a way. Horny dog.
"Please..." Berlin's soft, begging voice registered in my head and caused me to finally jump into action.
Time to show my little mate exactly who is in charge.
With a dominating growl I flipped Berlin over in the sand, settling behind him before lifting his round ass up by his wide hips, sucking in a breath as his back arched into the perfect semi-circle. He looked absolutely angelic laying there in the sand, beads of sweat across his brow and his hair strewn across his head, a strand or two stuck to those delectable lips of his as he squirmed, seeking the heat of my body. The sight of his fluttering, pink hole almost had me seeing red and I reached out immediately, my large hands each claiming one of cheeks as I dove in.
My kitten let out a loud scream of pleasure as my tongue brushed against his entrance, his knuckles turning white as it broke past the ring of muscles and slipped inside of his tight walls; stretching him gently and getting him wet for what was to come. His sweet slick coated my tongue and drove me wild as I worked him, beautifully lubricating his hole for me.
I tongue-fucked him for a minute or two while he moaned uncontrollably, before pulling back and promptly slipping one thick, long finger inside of his glistening hole that winked back at me, desperate for more. The action earned me yet another sound of pleasure from Berlin as he squirmed impatiently in the sand, bucking his hips back against my hand in a search for more stimulation.
"O-Osi! F-fuck me already! Fill m-me up!" he moaned out, barely able to form words as his movements got more frantic, pushing his hips back further as he fucked himself on my finger. The arch in his back deepened as he pushed back in the sand, biting his bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood as he panted in ecstasy.
"Shh, we will get there. Don't you worry sweetheart." I smirked as I whispered in his ear, my voice deep and laced with baritone as York pushed to the front, eager to get a glimpse of Berlin bent over and writhing with pleasure in the sand. York involuntarily forced my body forward, causing me to dry-mount the small boy underneath me, my clothed cock pressing against his taut ass, rolling my hips slowly in an effort to create friction.
"Fuck... You look so edible laying beneath me like that..." I whispered in his ear, reaching around him to tease his weeping member as he trembled beneath me. He shuddered from the sheer intensity of my touch, his eyes squeezing closed as he tried to cope with all of the sensation he was thrown into.
Too many clothes.
My shorts and boxers landed somewhere along the sandy shore and I flipped Berlin over once more so that he was facing me as I hovered threateningly over him. I'll never forget his lewd expression as he laid underneath me: cheeks flushed a deep pink, his eyes half-hooded and hands reaching up to tangle in my dark hair while soft legs slid up to wrap around my waist. It was a sight that I wanted to burn into my mind forever.
We met in the middle with a searing kiss, his pheromones almost tripling in strength with our direct skin-on-skin contact. It was a passionate and frantic kiss, yet it was also filled with need and yearning that couldn't be expressed by any words in existence.
I couldn't wait any longer.
In the midst of our kiss, I guided my throbbing tip to his puckered entrance, and I was rewarded with a small sound of permission from Berlin as I did so. I sucked in a deep breath, reaching one arm down to grip his hip I slipped just the tip inside of him. Berlin's back immediately arched off of the sand as he screamed out against my lips, and I let out a deep growl of sheer pleasure in return as I felt our bond strengthen, connecting us as one.
And I lost the ounce of patience I had left.
"Ahh!" Berlin screamed out, throwing his head back in the sand and revealing his neck to me as I slammed my thick cock into him. I was barely in control of my human side as I buried myself deep inside of his tight walls, rolling my hips roughly against him as he tried to meet my powerful thrusts. My lips traveled down his neck as I let out a continuous series of growls, York taking over my human body for the time being as he searched for his spot on Berlin's neck.
"H-h-harder!"
York happily obliged, pulling out almost to the tip before hammering right back inside of his tight walls. It was hard to concentrate on keeping my strokes steady as his ass squeezed my pulsating cock hard, like I was in a python's grip. Berlin thrashed his head around in the sand, moving his body along with mine as he gripped me, his nails shifting into claws before raking them down my back. I gritted my teeth at the slight pain but the pleasure outweighed all of it, even as I felt a light trickle of blood drip down my back. It would heal fast.
"O-Osia- Oh my Goddess!" he groaned out, tilting his head in submission as he felt my canines extend. The familiar feeling of my impending orgasm sent my hips pistoning in and out of my tiny mate, making him to scream out once more as he tried to catch his breath in the damp air. The sweet sound of our lovemaking and the waves behind us seemed like the only ones in the world at that moment as I came deep inside of my beautiful mate's tight heat, my body tensing and my canines piercing flesh, sinking deep into the soft skin between his neck and shoulder.
I claimed him as my own in that second, his life essence mixing with mine eternally. I felt his release as it splashed between us, coating both of our chests and stomachs in the sticky liquid while sounds of pleasure slipped from his pouty lips.
Our bodies dripped with sweat as we stilled, basking in the afterglow of our mating. I slowly removed my canines from his neck, tenderly licking at the wound until it sealed shut before doting over the spot, kissing it over and over. I felt my cock begin to swell again inside of him as my knot formed, making sure that we stayed connected for another short amount of time.
I kissed Berlin's lips softly when I pulled away from his neck, carefully shifting us so that I laid down behind to him before wrapping my arms protectively around his small figure. I could tell that he was spent, as soft pants left him intermittently, and he barely reacted to my knot stretching his tender hole.
I don't remember how long we laid there on the beach until my knot finally went down and I was able to slip from inside of his body to gather him up in my arms and carry him inside. Frankly, I didn't care.
As I stared lovingly at his angelic features while he slept soundly in our bed, I couldn't shake one thought.
Berlin is mine now.
Truly mine.
And I'd be damned if anyone tried to take him from me now.
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