Published: June 28th 2023, 2:00:06 pm
A/N: I’m seeing a lot of comments on this, and I plan to go back and make this clearer in previous chapters, but Caleb isn’t withholding sex until he gets what he wants.
Ev’s made it abundantly clear she doesn’t want to get pregnant right now, and Caleb’s avoiding sex because his wolf is all up in his feelings and trying to cum inside her (which he low key did the last time they had sex). Caleb’s trying to respect her wishes, and he knows his wolf won’t.
This chapter isn’t meant to be him touching her because he’s happy he finally got what he wanted, he’s doing it because Ev initiated and asked (which she hasn’t done before). It’s not meant to be a manipulation tactic so she agrees to give him kids or adopt Chunks. Hope this clears things up!
Caleb throws himself on top of me, his chest pressing me into the mattress and his thighs caging in mine.
The sudden movement is startling, and I let out a loud squeal as my wrists are grabbed and placed on my pillow. It’s been a long time since Caleb held my wrist above my head like this, and my face flushes as I take in his serious expression.
“Finish what you were saying,” Caleb orders.
I gulp. “We’ll need a spare bedroom if Chunks is going to live with us.”
Caleb’s grip on my wrists tightens slightly, his only reaction to what I’ve said.
“Don’t say things like this to me if you don’t mean them,” he says. “My wolf doesn’t like when you take away your promises to him.”
I try to wiggle my hands free, wanting to touch Caleb and assure him I’m serious, but he doesn’t loosen his grip. He continues to hold me down, his grip unrelenting.
“The psychologists say Chunks’ birth mother is remaining firm in her decision, and while she’s got a lot of trauma to overcome, they say she’s making this decision of sane mind,” I say. “She wants to give up her rights, and I know Sash never intended to keep Chunks long-term.”
Caleb’s throat bobs as he gulps.
“We’ll need a safe, stable home for him,” I continue. “I don’t know the first thing about caring for a child, let alone an infant, but I want to try. Plus, you’re already so good with Chunks, so I know I’ll have a great teacher.”
My heart is pounding, and when Caleb adjusts his grip on my wrists, I realize his palms have grown damp.
“Do you mean it?”
Caleb finally releases my wrists, and I don’t hesitate to cup his cheeks. His stubble feels rough against my palms, and I run my fingers along the soft skin below his eyes before giving a jerky nod.
“I do.”
Caleb’s mouth is on mine in a heartbeat, and he pulls me in for a deep kiss before slowly pulling back. His nose brushes against mine, and he sucks in a shaky breath before speaking.
“You don’t have to do this for me, Ev,” he whispers. “I love you, and I’m happy with what we have. I’ll continue to love you and be happy even if we never have children.”
Despite my best attempts not to let my emotions get the best of me, Caleb’s soft-spoken words have my eyes filling with tears. I know he loves me, and I’m not doing this just for him. I’ve grown to love Chunks’ high-pitched squeals and excited kicks, and I look forward to the days Cole brings him in.
I want more than that, though. I want to experience everything, even the middle of the night crying and blowouts and snot bubbles.
I want to be there when he takes his first steps and teach him how to pull pranks on Caleb, and I especially want to give him a name. It’s about time he gets a name.
“I’m not doing this for you, Caleb,” I say, wanting to remove the worry filling Caleb’s face. “I’m doing it for us…for me.”
The smile that spreads across Caleb’s face is breathtaking, and I take a moment to enjoy it before dragging his lips down on mine. He happily complies, even when I grab his hand and slide it to my waist. I half expect him to pull away and put distance between us, but instead, he explores, sliding his fingers over every curve and piece of my torso.
“Please,” I whisper. “I miss you.”
It’s been so long since we’ve been intimate.
Caleb makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat before taking hold of the hem of my shirt. It’s technically one of his, but I’ve taken to wearing it to bed most nights.
He seems to enjoy it, and even now, he groans quietly as I lift my hips and help him slide the fabric up my torso. He only pulls away once it’s bunched under my neck, and he smoothly removes it altogether before bringing his lips back to mine.
His kiss is demanding, a far change from the gentle, almost tentative way he’s been touching me these past few weeks.
Excitement works its way down my spine as Caleb slides his lips to my neck. I’m sensitive, and I shiver when he shifts and nudges a knee between my thighs. I don’t hesitate to spread them, allowing him to slide in between.
Is he finally going to touch me?
“Caleb,” I whisper, scared my voice will ruin the moment.
Caleb groans, the noise low and throaty as it emerges from the back of his throat, before continuing his descent down my body.
My hands shake, a bit from nerves but mostly from excitement, as I place them on his shoulders. I’m glad he decided to sleep without a shirt last night, and I let my fingers bury into his skin as he makes his way to the center of my chest.
Caleb leaves burning kisses in his wake, and I could practically cry when he cups my breasts. I arch into his touch as he runs his thumbs over my nipples and trails his lips to my belly button.
There’s no way he’s not able to smell just how badly I want him right now, and I don’t bother trying to hide my reaction to him as I spread my thighs wider.
“I love feeling you underneath me, desperate for my touch,” Caleb groans.
His stubble scratches against my lower belly, and I cry out when he smoothly turns and brings his lips to my inner thigh. He’s teasing me.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Caleb.”
Caleb loves when I beg, and I’m not above doing it.
He continues to torture me, kissing up and down my left thigh before moving to my right. He’s so close to where I want him, to where I need him, and it’s killing me. I try to shift my hips, subtly moving closer to his wet mouth, but a sharp pinch to my nipple stills me.
“Nice try,” Caleb chuckles.
He shoots me a devilish smile, clearly enjoying seeing me so desperate.
“Where do you want my mouth, Ev?” Caleb asks.
I whine, a noise that’s punished with a sharp bite to the inside of my thigh.
“Where?” Caleb repeats.
Why is he doing this to me? My throat feels dry, and I tighten my grip on his shoulders before sliding my hand to my sex. I half expect Caleb to stop me, but instead, he watches with rapt attention as I slide my middle finger up my slit.
I’m already wet, and my breath comes out in short pants as I lightly circle my finger around my clit.
“Here,” I say. “I want your mouth here.”
Caleb nudges my hand aside, and I quickly return it to his shoulder as he finally brings his lips to my sex. He stares up at me as he softly grazes them over my slit, his pupils fully blown out. I want to know what he’s thinking right now, but before I can so much as contemplate asking, Caleb opens his mouth and licks me.
Fuck.
He takes his time, licking a broad stripe from my entrance to my clit, before focusing on my clit. I practically jackknife off the bed, but Caleb plants his hands on my hips to hold me still.
It only lasts a few minutes before I begin to rock my pelvis against his lips and tongue in short, jerky movements. When he doesn’t stop me, I slide my hands from his shoulders to his head, holding his hair for leverage.
I’m careful not to pull, though, knowing he’ll remove my hands if I do.
It doesn’t take long for my thighs to begin to shake, and when I see the wetness that’s covering Caleb’s lips and jaw, it takes everything in me not to cum.
“Wait,” I gasp, pushing against Caleb’s forehead until he pulls away. He appears angry to have been stopped, and I can’t help but giggle at the sight. “I want to cum with you inside me.”
To say Caleb looks pleased would be the understatement of the century. I’m always the first to give in, and he takes great pleasure in that.
Caleb sighs. “I can’t do that, baby,” he admits.
What? Why not? Is his wolf still upset with me? I know agreeing to adopt Chunks doesn’t make up for what I did, but I must admit I thought it would help a little.
Caleb doesn’t seem to sense my inner turmoil as he brings his mouth to my thigh and takes a playful bite. It stings, and I jolt as he releases his teeth and slides his lips closer to my sex.
“You’re not on birth control, Ev,” he says. “I don’t have any condoms, either, and I don’t think I can keep myself from cumming inside you. I already slipped up last time, but it’s been so long and my wolf is too excited right now. I don’t want to get carried away.”
I groan, dropping my head onto the pillow.
I need to make that appointment with Greg, and I need to get Cole to bring condoms when he stops by for his meeting with Caleb later today.
“Shhhh,” Caleb coos, his lips grazing my sensitive skin.
I twitch underneath him, unable to keep my hips still.
“I’m going to take care of you, my mate,” he continues, meeting my eyes as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
A second later he’s easing his hand between my thighs and working two fingers inside me.
I feel Caleb smiling into my skin as he gently eases his fingers in and out of me, and once I’ve adjusted to the feel of them, he begins working me with his tongue again. I forgot how good he is at this, how well he’s able to read my every gasp and movement, and within what feels like only seconds, my thighs begin to shake once more.
I clench around his fingers as I slide my hands to his head, desperately holding him in place as my orgasm builds.
“Caleb…” I whine his name. I’m not sure what I need, but I need something.
Despite my lack of direction, Caleb seems to understand and eases another finger into me. The fullness feels good, not at all comparable to his cock, but significantly better than nothing.
He rocks them in and out as he licks me, remaining steady as I shift and wiggle underneath him.
“I—” I gasp.
Caleb moans, quietly pleading for me to cum with his eyes. It’s too much, his fingers and his tongue and his filthy fucking noises.
I throw my head back into the pillow as I come undone, my orgasm tearing through me. Caleb slows, relaxing his tongue and slowing his fingers to work me through it until I shiver and nudge his head with my knee.
He pulls back and kisses the tiny bite marks he left on my thighs, and I let out a happy laugh as I realize he’s also covered them in tiny hickeys. He probably wants me to think of him every time I undress.
Caleb props himself up on his hands and peers down at me, his eyes lingering on my neck as a look of satisfaction takes over his features.
It takes me about half a second to realize it’s because he’s also covered my neck with hickeys.
Instinctively I reach up and feel, and Caleb’s smug expression only deepens as he watches my reaction. These will be impossible to hide, and I’ve got a busy next few days. Everybody is going to see them, which I’m sure is precisely what Caleb wants.
“Mine,” he says in explanation.
I snort, secretly pleased, before pulling him up by his shoulders and pushing him to the side. Caleb laughs, happily letting me place him on his back.
I’m sure he knows what I’m planning, and he makes no attempts to stop me as I bring my lips to his neck and begin sucking harshly on his skin. Hickeys won’t last nearly as long on him as they do on me, but I hope I’ll get some to stay for a couple of hours.
I just need to make them extra dark.
Caleb smooths his hand down the back of my head as I mark up his neck, his pulse pounding against my lips. I like knowing I get him riled up, and I leisurely drag my fingers down his chest.
His abs flex as I touch them, and I take my sweet time feeling his muscular torso before slipping underneath his underwear. The fabric is pulled tight over his erection, and I curl my fingers around his cock as I crawl down his body.
“Ev,” Caleb gasps as he realizes what I’m intending. “You don’t have to do this.”
I stroke him from base to tip, loving how he twitches in my hand.
“I know,” I say.
I’ve never liked the idea of blowjobs, and the only one I’ve ever given was in my hysterical bonding with Caleb after I tried to slit his neck. I was desperate for anything I could get from him, and when he thinks about having a mouth around his cock, I don’t want that memory to be the one he recalls.
I want to give him a better one.
Besides, I enjoyed it. The taste and smell weren’t nearly as bad as I always feared, and I loved knowing I was making him feel good.
Caleb lifts his hips as I tug on the waistband of his underwear, and he wordlessly helps me tug them down his legs. I can’t bring myself to look away from his hard cock, from the bead of precum already dripping out of the tip, and I dart forward and take him into my mouth the moment it’s exposed.
“Shit,” Caleb gasps.
He drops his hips back onto the bed, and I eagerly follow, desperate to keep him inside my mouth. My movements are slightly awkward as I take hold of the part of him I can’t reach, and I tentatively stroke him as I bob my head.
I understand the logistics of a blowjob, but I don’t have the experience to be confident in it.
Still, Caleb hardly seems to notice my shortcomings as he moans below me. His hands find their way to my hair, and he gently cups the back of my head before tightening his grip and guiding me up and down.
I like the direction, and I happily let him take control.
My eyes begin to water, and I splutter as he hits the back of my throat. Still, I refuse to slow, and I peer up at Caleb through my wet lashes as he rolls his hips underneath me.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” Caleb moans. “My dirty fucking mate.”
Caleb quickens his motions, urging me to take him deeper. He never pushes me so far down that I genuinely gag, and he’s careful to give me time to breathe between my splutters. Still, he seems to love it, and when a constant stream of low grunts begins to seep from his chest, I know he’s close.
I tighten my grip on his cock, eager to run my hands over every part of him I can’t reach.
“Can I finish in your mouth?” Caleb asks.
I mumble as much of a ‘yes’ as I can when my mouth is full, a sound that seems to please Caleb as he twitches against my tongue.
He guides me over him three more times before stilling, and I greedily suck on his tip as he cums. I like his taste, probably a perk of the mate bond, and I swallow around him before pulling off with a wet pop.
“Did you like that?” I immediately ask, eager to know how I did.
Caleb brushes his hair out of his eye before pulling me up his chest and attacking my face with kisses.
“It was amazing, baby,” he mumbles. “Everything with you always is.”
Good.
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It feels like it's been 900000 years since this story had a steamy scene