My Atypical Wolf - Chapter 284

Ashton had a suspicion what Caleb was trying to do, and he sure hoped that he was right. Ashton’s suspicion was confirmed as soon as they reached Ashton’s room in the pack house when their lips met with each other. There was a battle of tongues and a battle for dominance, and neither of them was willing to give up.

While their lips did their own Job, Caleb’s hand gnawed at his mate like a hungry beast. “Eager, are we?” Ashton teased his mate who was quite expressive of his needs.

“Just shut up, and do me”! Caleb ordered and almost tore the tuxedo Ashton was wearing, thus keeping his promise to help his mate undress later on. Even before the tux could hit the ground, the battle of lips ensued once more leaving the duo breathless.

“Caleb…” Ashton whispered as he pulled away, while Caleb was busy smirking considering himself victorious. However the next thing Caleb uttered was a high pitched moan, as  Ashton’s teeth started to nibble on his mark. For werewolves the mark was not just a symbol of their bond, but also an extremely erogenous area as well. And Ashton’s teeth were doing the work pretty well.

“Ash…Ugh!” Caleb tried his best not to be too loud and yet failed miserably with the task at hand. He was so glad everyone was at the party right now,  even though the walls were pretty soundproof. Unable to take it anymore Caleb pulled off his tie to give Ashton’s access to another part of his body apart from his neck.

Ashton, not missing the cue, kept leaving wet sloppy kisses on Caleb’s collarbone and occasionally lingered longer on the mark, unbuttoned Caleb’s shirt and traced his hands with his own lips, driving Caleb further insane. The moment was quite intense, so much so that a sudden pause in Ashton’s action was definitely unaccounted for.

“What’s wrong”? Caleb asked, catching his breath. He noticed the gaze Ashton was giving his torso and on a further observation Caleb realised Ashton was staring at his scar. “Will you ever get used to it”? In a broken voice he asked. It was a little cicatrix in his otherwise perfect body that Caleb didn’t mind having. As for his mate, Caleb was quite unsure.

“No.” Ashton mumbled, Causing Caleb to bite onto his own lips. “Every time I see that scar, my mind goes crazy. What could have possibly happened and what if you didn’t…” Ashton trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

Caleb put his palm on his mate’s cheek trying to shift the other’s gaze from his torso to his face, “Ashton, you know what happened. And look at me, I have never been better.”

“But I don’t know the whole thing. All I know is that if it left a scar, it must have been something big and terrible”. Ashton declared and took a pause. “And I couldn’t protect you”.

“It’s not your job to protect me”. Caleb tried to retaliate. “I will be fine”.

“You are my family, it’s always my job”. Ashton whispered. Caleb, unsure of what to say, put back his own lips onto his mate to give his mate a deep, comforting kiss. Something completely different than their earlier session.

“I am here now, and so are you. Don’t forget that. Let’s forget the past for once and live in the moment, shall we”? Caleb suggested.

Ashton blinked, nodded and pulled his mate onto the bed, crashing Caleb on the bed and Ashton hovering on top of him. “Let’s get on with it.” Ashton smirked as well and continued with his business.

Within a matter of a few seconds both of them had completely gotten rid of their clothes as they lay scattered on the floor while the room filled with the noises of soft and yet heavy moans. There were words spoken, except maybe either of them calling each other’s name as both of them yearned for more.

This time it was different than most of their lust filled sessions as this time it was more than just physical. It was about conveying all the emotions they had for each other through their bodies. After both of them climaxed they laid next to each other staring at the ceiling for a while. “You know…” Caleb spoke after a moment of tranquility. “I love our over the top horny sex. But this one… I love it even more”. He smirked.

Ashton, who blushed a little, let out a little smirk after which he pulled himself up. “You have time for another round”? He asked.

Caleb put his hand on Ashton’s neck and pulled him closer, face to face so their faces were only inches apart. “You sure you can last another round”? He asked with a smirk.

“Don’t forget I am younger than you, old man”. Ashton challenged Caleb.

“Old man?” Caleb scoffed. “Kid, don’t you have any manners on how to talk to older people?”

“Yeah, talking has never been my strong suit.” Ashton pushed himself further till he was dangerously close to his mate. “So how about I do something else?” And with that he crashed his lips onto his mate, and thus they went about for another round.

… and another. And another.  And another… till they couldn’t just keep going anymore. “I think you might need another official leave.” Ashton commented at the end.

“If I could I would not stop at… wait, how many rounds has it been”? Caleb asked.

“I stopped counting after four.” Ashton declared. “Dang, where did you get all this stamina?”

“Must be an effect of my old age” Caleb teased his mate and they both ended up laughing.

Ashton hugged his mate from the side and declared, “You better finish all this job you have until our wedding, cause I need all this stamina in our honeymoon.” Ashton scoffed.

“Wait, we are going on a honeymoon?” Caleb jolted up.

“Of course, what kind of wedding would it be without a honeymoon”? Ashton frowned.

“But the kids-” Caleb was cut off by Ashton.

“They will be fine. Like you they can take care of themselves. And we have both of our families to watch over them.  I think they will be happy to help us”. Ashton suggested.

“I guess…” still unsure Caleb mumbled. To dissipate Caleb’s concern, Ashton tried another approach.

“What, you’re scared you won’t be able to keep up with me”? Ashton smirked.

Caleb glared at his mate, albeit playfully. “Just wait till honeymoon.. I’ll show who has the better stamina”! Caleb huffed, causing Ashton to erupt in laughter.