I grab Timalah’s legs, throwing them over my shoulder and spreading his thighs. Like this, I have the perfect leverage to get to his ass. I flatten my tongue, licking across my mate’s hole and moaning as the sweet taste of his slick hits my tongue. My own cock is achingly hard and I can’t wait to be buried inside Timalah, but for now I focus on him and his pleasure, wanting to give my mate everything.
Timalah’s thighs shake where they lay on either side of my head and knowing this is good for him fills me with a possessiveness I’m not even aware I had. I point my tongue, pushing it into his hole. A moan leaves my throat as his tail meets my tongue, wiggling its way into his ass alongside my tongue. Fuck, that’s way hotter than it has any right to be.
“Miles. Please. So good. Fuck,” Timalah babbles, his breath going higher with need. “Please, fuck me.”
I pull my mouth away, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. Timalah keeps fucking himself with his tail and I’m mesmerized by the motion. I watch as it twists into his hole, stretching it. He makes the prettiest noises as I wrap my palm around his cock, stroking him as he fucks himself.
“Oh,” Timalah breathes the moment I lick up his cock, tonguing at the ridges on either side. “Miles, you have to stop or I’ll come. Please. Wanna come with you inside me.”
That finally makes me pull away. I put Timalah’s legs back down before guiding him to turn onto his side. I spoon up behind him, lifting his right thigh into the air to give me access to his ass. A sigh leaves my lips as I guide my cock to Timalah’s hole, the wet heat engulfing me and making my fingers curl in Timalah’s thigh, no doubt leaving finger shaped marks in his flesh.
“That’s it,” I murmur, kissing my mate’s shoulder. “My beautiful mate. You feel so good around me, Timalah.”
Timalah turns his head and I understand what he wants without him having to tell me. I lean up as best as I can and kiss him, our tongues and lips sloppy, overcome with lust. My balls draw up tight to my body as I fuck my mate with long, leisurely thrusts, taking my time and letting our orgasms build slowly.
“Fuck, Miles. I’m so close.”
I hike Timalah’s thigh up a little higher, my thrusts pushing just a little bit harder. His ass is so wet, so hot, I can barely keep myself from jackhammering into him as I chase my own pleasure. But I want Timalah to come first.
“Come on,” I whisper gently, making my mate shudder and whine. “Come for me, baby.” I punctuate my request by biting down into Timalah’s shoulder. It’s a hard bite, one I know will leave a perfect bruise of my teeth.
Timalah cries out as his body goes tense, his ass gripping my cock in a vice like grip. My fingers tighten even further as I’m flooded with pleasure. Lightning races down my spine as I come, filling my mate’s ass with my hot seed. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through us. It’s a gentle kind of pleasure, one that steals your breath and warms your belly. The kind that leaves you a pile of jelly afterwards, unable to do anything but cling to your lover and nap.
Timalah’s body goes limp and he lets out a happy sigh. “That was perfect,” he whispers, his voice going impossibly soft.
“My pleasure,” I tell him with a goofy grin, one that he kisses away once he turns over to face me. His hands run up and down my side, making me shiver. Once he’s kissed me his fill, he pulls me even closer, our skin still warm against each other, which serves to only make me sleepier.
I’m not sure what Heaven is like, but if I had to guess, it’s something close to this.
Chapter Fourteen
Timalah
I wish I could wake up like this every day, snuggled against my mate, sated and relaxed, surrounded by our nest. I only have a moment to appreciate it before my lower back is tightening. My tail flicks back and forth in agitation but I ignore the pain, instead closing my eyes again, hoping for another moment of rest before the real work starts.
I’m not sure how long I drift in and out of sleep. The pain in my lower back grows bolder and louder until I can’t ignore it any longer. I run my hands over my belly, feeling the odd kick to my hand. It’s almost time, I project to the baby, smiling when I feel the tiniest interest projected back. I wasn’t sure until now whether our baby would be human, Layperry, or hybrid but with that little psychic twinge, I can safely rule out human.
“Hey,” Miles whispers, his eyes blinking open slowly. “Sorry for sleeping so long. You really tired me out.”
A growl of possessiveness fills the room. I lean over, burying my face in Miles’ hair, just breathing him in. His hands go around me, running up and down my lower back, just where I need it.
“I don’t want to alarm you,” I say gently, my breath coming quicker as another contraction hits me full force. “But the baby is coming.”
Miles’ body locks up with tension, his brown eyes going wide. “What?”
I let out a shaky breath, trying not to tense up with the pain. Miles goes back to rubbing my back which helps greatly. After another moment I look at him. “The baby is coming.”
Miles swallows. “I thought that’s what you said. Holy shit.” His hand goes to my belly, running his fingers over the tight skin. “Just tell me what you need.”
I smile at my mate, seeing the determination and love in his eyes. I can feel his love and affection and strength come through our bond in waves, giving me the extra boost I need. He helps me through every step of labor. He holds my hand when I’m in pain, rubs my sore muscles, and wipes my sweaty brow. When my mate still lived on Earth, he used to work in medicine, and this is the second time that has come in handy. He’s the one to catch our babe as they enter the world, making sure they’re safe and sound.
As exhaustion hits me full force, Miles brings our babe to my chest, laying them against my skin. Tears spring up in my eyes as I gaze down at the soul we made with our love. A breathless laugh leaves my lungs as I run my finger over their bare back.
“He’s golden,” I say, my chest near bursting, amusement and love coming barreling into my chest from Miles and it’s borderline overwhelming. “Just like you.”
Our baby is just as bald as me with two tiny antennae sticking off their head. Their skin is the most beautiful shade of golden I’ve ever laid eyes on, so similar to Miles’ golden hair. His little tail is wrapped tightly around his own thigh and I can’t wait for the day he starts to slap it around, getting used to the appendage.
“He’s perfect,” Miles whispers, sitting down beside me with a cloth, gently swiping it over our baby and cleaning him off. Once most of the fluids are swept away, Miles leans down, pressing a long kiss to my temple. “Still the lone human of the house,” he whispers with a grin.
“We might have our traditions but somehow you managed to break every single one and come out the other side my mate,” I say, looking up at him. “Thank you, Miles.”
“I would do it all again,” he says seriously. “I love you, Tim.”
A smile breaks out across my face. “Don’t butcher my name,” I say, just like every time he calls me that.
“Oh no,” Miles whispers, “Christian is going to suggest we name him corn because he’s yellow.”