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Samuel
It’s been three weeks since the attack from Shawn and the royal guard. I’m no longer scared of going outside by myself. I know Jamison took care of everything. I’ve even been talking to my mother on the phone a few nights a week since then.
We haven’t heard from the gigantic bear shifter or the wolves that came to help us. It’s appreciated so much and knowing they are not that far away, and it eases my flighty bird as well. Jamison has been attentive to my every need. Since the attack, I’ve had increased anxiety, jumping at every noise, but I can’t help it. I just feel like Shawn is coming back to get me.
I guess Amy was pissed off and wanted revenge on us for killing Shawn, but my mother explained everything to her, and she’s called me and our friendship is on the mend. I’m still not sure our friendship will be what is was, but we’ll see. She also had no idea Shawn was a manipulative bastard and was coming to kidnap me again.
Once Amy found out the plot and the death of my father and king, she was withdrawn and sought my mother for forgiveness. She now works for my mother and lives in the royal palace. As for who’s next as king, I’m not sure. I’m thinking my oldest brother will take over but that means he would have to uproot his family and move back to Florida.
The future will only tell us when it’s ready for the palace. My mother is doing well, considering. She also had no idea that I was kidnapped from Jamison, and then with me being forced to marry Shawn. A lot has come out in the open now since my father and Shawn’s deaths. Seems they were living a lie to the whole kingdom.
It’s spring here in Oregon, early spring anyway, and the snow has begun to melt. My bird is excited for warmer weather. I know Jamison’s beast is pacing the floor inside of him, and he seems tense and more than ready to bound outside in the warm sun and be lazy in the tall grasses.
I’m currently sitting in the rocker on the front porch, waiting for Jamison to get back from roaming the woods around the house, scouting, looking for things that don’t belong. I guess I’m not the only one still worried.
Waiting here watching the sun slowly hide behind the tall pines, the breeze kicks up and I shiver. I hear Jamison running in the woods for home and I shiver at the thought of him coming home to me. We are truly soul mates. I feel him down in my bones, in my very cells in my blood, he’s there.
Moments later, I open my eyes, and see Jamison stepping up the steps towards me. The sun feeling warm on my face. I stand up, grab his hand and make our way into the house. The door, window and flooring long since been fixed. I toe off my shoes, throw off my jacket and toss it on the couch as we pass it.
I lead Jamison right into our bedroom, and he slams the door behind us. I mash my lips to his in a scorching kiss. One I feel way deep down and my cock hardens in anticipation of good things to come. As I rub my erection over his, he gets harder too. I shiver in my excitement. Jamison’s hands hold me still on either side of my head, while my hands have a mind of their own, roaming his broad back muscles, waist and ass, gripping the taunt globes in my palms.
One of his hands drop to the back of my neck, holding me captive, and tipping my head so he has better access to my mouth. His other hand wraps around my back, pulling me closer. My hands fly up and tug at his short hair on his head.
While he’s distracting me with his kisses, my legs bump the side of the mattress, and we both tumble backwards. But he’s so quick and careful not to squish me, he rolls us to our sides before my back touches the sheets.
He leans over further, and straddles my waist, his hands on the sides of my head. My hands roaming his back and ass cheeks. Will I ever get enough of this man? I think not.
His hands roaming over my body.
His mouth covering my lips.
His skin touching me.
His warmth radiates through his clothes, my clothes and hits me dead center.
My bird is waiting in anticipation for our joining. And I can feel Jamison’s beast as well. They both are waiting, wondering of the magic we create within our human souls. Our animal attraction partly comes from them, the instinct is so real, so wild, and the pull to become one. Even if we’re two different species, they don’t mate, only in their souls.
He continues to kiss all over my body, my lips, cheeks, ears, neck, shoulders, chest...down and further down until his face is eye level with my waistband of my pants. I’m still fully clothed and even though the clothes were between us and him kissing me, it still sets my body on fire.
The animals are quiet, stoic, while Jamison roams over my body. His skin touching mine. His lips. His hands. I look down to him and watch as he buries his face into my sweatpants where my cock is hard and nestled behind the fabric. I’m already hard and I can feel his mouth and chin rub over me. Making me even harder. He’s not playing fair. I just want him to strip us both of our clothes and make love to me. Hell, fuck me even, I just want him bare skin to bare skin.
He runs his palms up under my shirt, taking it with him until it’s bunched under my chin. I lift slightly so he can pull it up over my head. He flings it behind him and I can hear the soft sound it makes as it lands somewhere in the room.
His lips capture mine in a searing kiss. I can feel his cock rubbing against mine and now my pants have a visible wet spot, making it clear of my arousal for him. He grips my hand in his, pushing them above my head on the pillow. Holding me captive. I can’t move, but then why would I? I’m right where I want to be. I’m in my mate’s arms forever.
He lets go of my hands, and slowly eases down my body, kissing my overheated skin as he goes. Soft lips to my skin, leaving a little wet trail as he’s licking, nibbling and kissing over my body.
I brace my feet on the mattress and buck my hips up to gather more friction where I need it the most. My fingers are gripping the sheets under me so hard I might just rip them to shreds. Jamison finally makes his way to where I want him and I can feel him breathe over my covered cock, his breath hot, and it’s making me crazy, just knowing there’s only material in between us. I need him to touch me there. To take me into his mouth.
He inches his hands under the waistband of my sweatpants, slowly lowering them, allowing his lips to roam over the newly exposed skin to him. I thrust my hips up for a moment and grunt out my sexual frustration. He chuckles at my impatience.
“Jamison, you’re not playing fair. No more teasing. Just fuck me already.” I whimper.
“Samuel, my love. There is never fucking between us. Either fast, slow, hard or tender...it’s always making love with you.” He whispers over my already heated skin. And I shed a tear or two over his beautiful words.
He gently pulls my sweats and socks off from my body and drops them on the floor somewhere. He leans back on his heels and looks over my body. The evening sun has disappeared beyond the earth, and there’s a bit of light left to capture his beautiful facial features.
“Oh, Jamison. I love your beautiful words, but please...God please, make love to me. I can’t hold it back anymore.” I cry out in sexual agony.
He chuckles once more and I can feel his naked flesh covering mine.
“When did he strip naked?” I wonder.
“Probably when your eyes were busy rolling from your head.” My bird quips.
I look to him and see him looking down between us. His hot hard member being stroked by his strong hand, his other hand resting on my knee. My legs are shaking and can’t wait to wrap themselves around this amazing man. My protector. My lover. My mate. God, how much I love him, will he ever know?
“I know now, my mate. Let me love you now.” I hear his voice tickle in my mind.
I can see the lube glisten in the low light, my keen shifter eyesight able to see in the darkness with no problems. His strong hand smoothing it over his skin. He leans closer to me and rubbing his tip over my tight entrance. I clench automatically, but then relax knowing the feeling he’s about to give me.
Slowly he works his cock into me, and I can’t wait until I’m screaming his name into the dark of night. Slowly, carefully, stretching me to accommodate his length and girth. So sweet and careful not to hurt me. I can feel his love in the touches he gives me.
Once his inside me fully, he leans over me so we’re chest to chest, and lets me relax to the intrusion of him. He kisses my lips tenderly. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, my fingers slide through his hair and our kisses turn all encompassing.
He pushes in, then pulls out, just to the tip. And every time he moves, he runs over the spot that will take me to heaven with him. He gains some momentum, and my breathing accelerates, my legs quiver and my fingers knot in his hair.
Our bodies are becoming sweat soaked and his body slides against mine, the friction of his body against mine, squeezing my cock between us, is pure ecstasy. I won’t be able to hold on much longer with this torture he’s dishing out.
“God, help me. Oh, god! Jamison, make me come, baby. I’m almost there!” I whisper harshly. My breath being stolen by this man.
“Almost there baby, just a little longer.” I hear him grunt and moan. His face nestled in the crease of my neck and shoulder.
He pumps his hips harder and faster, the friction unmanageable and I shout my release into the air around us. The sticky fluid pumping from my cock. I’m clenching my ass cheeks, holding his member with my inner muscles. My hips thrusting the last of my release between us. Soon, he follows me into heaven with a shout to the Gods above.
After our breathing calms, our bodies relax, and Jamison pulls from my body to go clean us up, I lay here and drift off. I can feel him clean me, and then his warm body presses in behind me. I’m almost asleep and he wraps us up in the blankets and his big strong arm goes around me, pulling me closer. I rest my head on his bicep and drift off to sleep.
This is what it means to be loved. This is what it means to love in return. This, right here. This emotional run with someone you would die for. Someone you want to take care of in everything you do. Everywhere you go. Wanting to spend every waking moment, and every sleeping night in their strong, loving arms.
This right here, is forever.
