Claiming Rights (3 page)

His ass and vines clenched and released my cock in an orgasm-inducing rhythm. I stayed perfectly still, buried deep inside him, despite the way my body was urging me to pump my hips roughly. I was sure that three strokes, max, was all I’d need to shoot my spunk inside him and I wanted to enjoy every second of his orgasm. Etireh moaned and yanked hard on the short fur at the nape of my neck, making me growl at him but not let go of his shoulder.

“Come, Wynn. Now,” Etireh ordered and tugged hard on my fur again.

The vines still wrapped around my cock milked my orgasm from me without my having to move my hips an inch. I bit Etireh a little harder in my pleasure and he swore softly, but his ass clenched tight and released in pleasure even as he tilted his hips up to take me as deeply as he could. My cock pulsed hard and my balls almost ached with release and I loved every second of it. I finally let go of Etireh’s shoulder after the last spurt of come was forced from me, and licked the sluggishly bleeding teethmarks that now decorated his skin. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I could feel Etireh’s doing the same. Damn, that’d been good.

Etireh’s hands stroked down the fur of my back for several minutes, sending me into post-orgasmic bliss. He knew I adored it when he petted me so gently. I was exhausted in the best way possible and didn’t want to move any time soon. I’d loved getting my dick into Etireh’s ass, but I still liked it better when he shoved that awesomely thick cock of his into me. Etireh gave me an easy push and I flopped to my side on the suddenly king-sized bed of vines supporting us, my softening cock slipping out of his ass. The vines around my dick unwound and slithered over the come-soaked fur of my belly. I watched through half-closed eyes as the vines soaked up Etireh’s pollen-dusted spunk.

A satisfied sound came from Etireh and a lazy grin tugged my lips up. He could get a subdued flavor on his tongue when his vines absorbed things if he wanted and every time they soaked up come, he definitely wanted. I might not really like the taste of come, but Etireh treated it like a delicacy he didn’t get often enough and I thought it was hotter than hell to watch him take so much pleasure in it. It was even better when he licked it up. Didn’t matter if it was mine or his either, although he said mine tasted better. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head to look.

My eyes went wide when I saw a vine about as big around as two of my fingers rise up between Etireh’s still spread legs. The vine caressed his thighs making him moan softly. I sat up to watch and licked my lips as the vine sent out little tendrils to stroke his balls and cock, wringing tiny pleasure noises from him. The main vine dragged through some of come smeared on the inside of his thigh before heading straight for Etireh’s mouth. He opened his lips eagerly and I watched as he started to lick and suck the come off the vine, the whole time making happy, slurping sounds as he locked eyes with me, knowing I’d love the lewd visual.

“Fuck that’s hot,” I said in a low voice, lazy desire trying to stir my cock to life again.

“Glad you think so,” Etireh said with a grin. “I have this fantasy of shooting a nice big load in your ass and then snowballing you. We’ll probably have to work you up to that since you don’t like swallowing, but doing that will be a hell of a lot of fun. We’ll start slow. Maybe with an open gag while I have you restrained and I’ll just come in your mouth so you don’t have a choice but to swallow. Yeah, I think I like that idea. Training you to swallow on my command is going to be so much fun.”

My dick twitched and heat pooled low in my belly. I didn’t like to swallow, but the idea of Etireh ordering me to do it or even taking away my choice in the matter pushed every kink button I had extra hard. I grinned and leaned down to kiss him, rubbing a thumb over the slightly raised teeth marks on his shoulder at the same time.

“Sounds hot. Make sure you wear an open shirt for the next few days. I want those snotty Fae to see that you’ve been claimed. I don’t like people trying to steal my boyfriend.”

Etireh laughed and kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips. I loved the way he tasted and didn’t even mind the bit of saltiness that was my spunk. Then again, he’d been kissing me with tongue a lot just after licking up our come so I was sort of used to it. My eyes widened when it hit me what he’d been doing for weeks. Etireh pulled back from the kiss and chuckled.

“Finally clued in, huh? Took you long enough.”

“Sneaky bastard,” I grumbled without any heat to the words.

“And this is news how?” Etireh asked with a soft snort before his voice became serious. “I let you mark me because it pleased me that you felt the need to do that. I like knowing that you wanted a visible mark, for however long it lasts, on me to warn others off. I’ve been thinking and I’d like you to wear something of mine as well, to show you’re taken.”

Butterflies swooped into being in my stomach. What had started off as something not-so-serious when I bit Etireh as a sign of possession suddenly was. His desire for me to wear something of his to show who I belonged to was awesome in my books. I was totally okay with that, as I loved everything we did together, but I hadn’t any idea that Etireh had been thinking along those lines. I would love to wear something of his to show that I was taken, but my being a shifter made that almost impossible. As soon as I shifted, the ring or bracelet or necklace would fall off my smaller form. I wouldn’t want to leave whatever he gave me with a pile of clothes because it might not be there when I got back. If I shifted on the fly, there’d be no chance to safely put away whatever it was and it’d be lost forever.

Fuck, this sucked.

“I’d love to wear something of yours, Etireh, but I can’t. The first time I shifted, it’d fall off and maybe get lost. I’m not about to be that careless with something that would have meaning to both of us. I’m sorry,” I said, my voice holding more than a touch of disappointment.

“And you didn’t think I’d have considered that already? Really, Wynn, you should know better by now,” Etireh said with a hard swat to my ass.

Okay, now I was confused. Etireh must’ve seen that in my expression because he sighed softly and started petting my closest body part as he spoke, making me want to wriggle in delight.

“I know that you’d lose whatever traditional type of jewelry I’d give you if you needed to change suddenly. I’d also prefer to give you something a little more personal and connected to me than a gold ring or silver necklace.”

“Umm, I can’t wear silver, Etireh. Just for future reference, it gives me a horrible rash and if it’s on my skin long enough, it’ll burn me.”

Etireh nodded. “Noted. But what I had in mind was more personal and able to adapt to you shifting and not getting lost.”

A vine rose up next to Etireh and he pulled a smaller vine out that was about the thickness of my thumb. Another vine appeared next to him with one of the wickedly long thorns on it. Etireh held up his empty hand and the vine with the thorn whipped out, piercing through the center of his palm before snapping back and disappearing wherever it had come from. I swore and tried to grab his palm to see the damage done, but he moved his hand away and brought the small vine to his bleeding palm and dragged it through the blood running from the wound.

Etireh said some words in a language I didn’t understand—Fae, I assumed—and the blood disappeared into the vine he held. The wound on his palm stopped bleeding and the hole punched through it closed up as I watched. Etireh sat up and I followed suit. He held the vine palm-up in both hands and raised it so that it was level with my throat. His expression was very serious and his voice had almost an echoing quality to it.

“Will you accept this gift of flesh and blood freely given and pledge yourself to me, Wynn Bradley? I, Etireh Bougainvillea, vow upon my flesh and blood to care and keep you above all else.”

My breath caught in my throat. This was serious shit and completely unexpected. His words and tone of voice said this was more than just giving your lover a gift like a promise ring or something. I wanted to say yes, but I also wanted to make sure I understood what I was getting myself into. Only an idiot made promises to the Fae without checking the fine print of the deal even if they were already said Fae’s boyfriend.

“What, exactly, does this mean and symbolize, Etireh?”

A smile twitched his lips. “I’m asking you to be my exclusive lover and offering you the same in return. This is a binding contract among the Fae, and unless I’ve read you terribly wrong, I think we both want this. I’m not asking for a marriage-like contract. Yet. I don’t think either one of us is at that stage, but I hope to be in the future. I enjoy our time together, whatever we’re doing. I’m falling in love with you, Wynn.”

The last sentence was said softly and my belly fluttered in excitement. Aside from the time I was seven years old and Tommy Hidigger told me he loved me after I gave him my favorite Hot Wheels car for keepsies, I’d never had anyone besides my parents say that to me. I’d been mentally dancing around my growing feelings for Etireh for weeks and I was relieved to know that I wasn’t the only one who felt like what we had was heading into a deeper commitment. Etireh held up the vines again.

“Will you accept this gift of flesh and blood freely given and pledge yourself to me, Wynn Bradley? I, Etireh Bougainvillea, vow upon my flesh and blood to care and keep you above all else.”

“I accept your gift,” I said in a soft, but firm voice, the decision a real no-brainer to me now that I knew what the meaning of it was and how Etireh felt about me.

Etireh smiled at me and held the vine close to my neck. It slithered from his hands and circled my throat, settling lightly against my collarbone. I touched it and was surprised to find it warm to the touch. There was a faint thump-thump to the vine and I looked at Etireh in surprise.

“This won’t wither and die in a few days, will it?” I asked, guessing what the vibration in the vine meant.

“No,” Etireh said with a smile. “The vine is connected to me in a special way. It lives as long as I do. I will need to refresh the blood every few weeks to keep it alive, but it’ll only take a few drops instead of what I needed to do the first time. You and I are the only ones who can remove the vine. It will change shape with you when you shift, so you never need to worry about losing it. Thank you for accepting me, Wynn. It’s a gift I never really expected to get.”

I leaned in and kissed Etireh softly. He wasn’t the only one falling hard. I hadn’t missed his comment about a marriage-like contract in our future. If things kept going the way they were between us, I could see that happening by the end of the year. The idea terrified and thrilled me more than anything had in a long time. I was looking forward to making a more permanent claim on Etireh and I think he felt the same way about me.

I was an incredibly lucky little ermine and I damn well knew it.

End.

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Claiming Rights

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