HellCat: Guardian Of The Gate
by wizardtho
Chapter 8:
Peter trailed his kisses along my jaw to my ear, then back again, before licking the trail and making the most beautiful sound. He grinned, then the sound stopped long enough for him to say, "Ya really did accept me, Isabella. I wouldn't be able to purr for ya unless ya did. God, I wanna make love to ya."
I smiled up at him with watery eyes, whispering as I placed my free hand on his vibrating chest over his heart, "Then make love to me."
His eyes sparkled at those words. As he licked my jaw again, my breath hitched at the pleasant tingling sensation. He whispered against my ear before he continued, "Just let go. Focus on the sensations, my mate. It's supposed to feel good. Just relax into the feelin', and cum for me whenever ya need to."
His purr started back up as he licked and kissed his way down either side of my neck to my breasts, the tingling feeling deepening -spreading- to everywhere his tongue touched.
I gasped as I arched into him, threading my fingers into his hair, internally begging him for more. The weakness was easing little by little, yet he seemed to be replacing it with desire and passion. The tingle deepened even more as he licked up the valley between my cloth-covered breasts, turning into a slow building heat deep inside me. My arousal started soaking through my lace thong as a result. Peter inhaled deeply as he swirled his tongue around them, then moaned as he continued, "Mmm... mhmm." He pressed further against my core as he nipped a trail along my shoulder, moving my bra strap in the process, causing me to whimper in pleasure.
When he repeated his actions on my other shoulder, he rocked his hips into me slightly. I let out a moan of, "Oh, God, Peter... don't stop." I hitched my leg up on his side, tightening my fingers in his hair the next time he rocked, a small pleasure cry barreling out of me at the sensation. He lifted my back enough to reach the clasp of my bra, then seconds later, it was removed and he was moving down the bed.
I tried to protest the loss of him rocking against me, but he whispered, "Shh, I'm gonna make it better, Beautiful. I just need to get these jeans and your bottoms off ya."
I nodded then panted slightly, "Hurry, please." Within seconds, he had both my jeans and my thong tossed to the floor behind him, then he was spreading my thighs wide as he stalked partially back up my body.
His licks started again, working their way down my chest as he purred. His purr deepened when I felt his fingers tracing through my wetness. My eyes rolled back in my head when the heat built to a new level, eliciting my whimpered, "Fuuck, yes... more. Sweet Jesus, Peter, touch me."
He growled slightly through his purr, while his finger made a tight circle on my clit. I cried out in pleasure as my hips bucked. That made his purr deepen again, his tongue swirling and mouth sucking at the skin over my heart, before he moved to lick a figure eight around the outside of both of my breasts. The resulting heat made me gasp as my arousal leaked down toward the bedding. It got steadily worse when he picked up the pace with his fingers, his mouth finally moving toward my nipples.
When I felt like I was about to drown in the heat, he finally sucked my nipple into his mouth, then licked across to the other one. All of a sudden, he bit down gently on the second nipple, tugged lightly on the first one, then slid two fingers into my soaked core. The combination had me screaming out Peter's name in ecstasy, my body succumbing to the waves of my release as I clutched at his back.
The process continued while he nipped and sucked his way down toward my core, making me cum again, as he used one hand on my clit with the other on my core. He skipped over licking there, though, choosing to move around on the bed so he could tease every sensitive spot down my legs. The heat was at a slow build again, so when he whispered for me to turn over, I did so without hesitation.
I managed to make it through him sucking at the backs of my knees, but when he licked the line where my ass met my thighs as he pushed another finger into me, I exploded in another intense climax, begging him in my cries of ecstasy for more. Just as soon as I started to come down, he rubbed his fingers along my front wall during his inward thrust, swirling his tongue from the sensitive skin at the bottom of my core to my rear entrance. The combination of his fingers and tongue was only heightened by his growled, "Again, Isabella. Cum for me, now, My Mate." I did, in the most consuming orgasm that I'd ever had... the moment his tongue probed my rear entrance.
As I rode the waves of my high, I felt him working me through it devotedly. By the time he reached my tailbone, I was panting breathlessly, trying to calm my racing heart. He kissed up my back slowly, not letting his tongue touch me, then slowly removed his fingers as he whispered against my shoulder, "You're doin' so well, my little mate. Just rest a second, then we'll continue."
I hated not having his tongue against my skin, but I knew I needed to calm down again before he continued, so I panted out, "Back... stroke... helps."
His purr sounded in my ear as he settled next to me, trailing his fingers along my back, then soon my breathing was calm. He kissed my cheek tenderly as he whispered, "I've never seen a more beautiful sight than you when ya cum for me, Isabella. You're glorious when ya lose all composure."
I smiled slightly, then offered, "Then kiss me and continue. I'd like to be able to see you lose composure sometime tonight, plus your attention is making me want to do some licking of my own."
His breath hitched, then he pulled me onto my elbows. The kiss that followed could have lit the world on fire, but it also reignited the slow building burn in me, especially since 3/4 of my body was now tingling.
After the kiss, he resumed his teasing licks, starting with my elbows, then working down to my wrists. He found out that my scar from James was still sensitive after all this time, so he took his time caring for the area. Then he moved back to my tailbone, slowly kissing his way up my back, but avoiding my spine for some reason. When that was the only spot on my back untouched, he lifted me by the hips, whispering, "Spread for me, Beautiful... and brace yourself. My gift is tellin' me your spine is gonna like my attention."
I nodded, then spread my legs as far as I comfortably could, dropping down onto my forearms. He moaned at the view as his fingers traced through my wetness, "Dear God, what a sexy sight. Fuck, I can't wait to taste ya. I knew if I did before, that the rest would never get done, ‘cuz I woulda taken ya instead. Soon, Isabella. Soon I’ll taste your sweetness... have ya cummin’ on my tongue."
With that, he licked a long line from my tailbone to the base of my neck, right as he slipped three fingers inside me and curled them. The tingle instantly went from the slow heat deep inside me, to a white-hot inferno of desire consuming me, making me growl (yes, I growled), "Jesus, Peter. Too much... oh, God... again. Again, now... Fuck, I need to cum."
Immediately, he growled as he coated my spine in his healing saliva, pressing his fingers rhythmically against a spot inside me that was making me lose all coherency. An almost agonized scream of pleasure ripped its way out of my throat as my orgasm hit me with the force of a fighter jet collision. My body arched upright, making his fingers press harder against that spot, and that new sound barreled out of my chest as I begged for more.
Before I could even register the movement, I was on my back against the pillows, with Peter pressing one hand down just above my mound lightly while the other thrust against that spot inside me. My body was quaking almost violently, yet I suddenly felt like I was drowning and finally breathing all at the same time. I sobbed in euphoria at the exquisite torture, faintly hearing Peter's desire-filled growl, "Fuck, yeah... right there, Isabella. Soak my hand in your sweet honey. Don't stop... cum hard for me, Beautiful."
When I finally came back from the sea of euphoria I was lost in, Peter was tenderly licking my inner thighs while looking up at me. I let out a shuddered breath, then his eyes sparkled as I ran my fingers through his short coffee tresses. He placed a gentle kiss above my mound, then crawled up next to me before enclosing me in his embrace.
My ponytail holder was removed a few seconds later, Peter lovingly running his fingers through my hair as he purred for me. I hummed at his attention, then frowned and grumbled at my very impatient sounding stomach. Peter chuckled softly, explaining, "It started that before I lifted ya up by your hips, Sweets. I wanted to get most of your healin' done first, though. It seems to be workin' well with just tendin' your soft spots and pulse points, meanin' it was whatever happened in your dream that caused it. Even though I was highly tempted when I was lickin' your release from my hand and your thighs, I didn't tend to the source, so to speak. We need to get your hungry little tummy fed -as well as your energy built back up- before we continue."
I nodded reluctantly, then said, "Can you hand me my robe? You can carry me like you did on the way to the cabin, then hunt down some human food for me in the fridge. That way you can still feel like you're caring for me, but I won't fall on my jello legs. Speaking of, when will this tingling calm down? It's like a constant slow stream of arousal."
Peter chuckled, then kissed me tenderly. When our lips parted, he whispered against them, "It will fade slowly to nothin' as I claim and mark ya, my sweet mate. Our feelin's will mingle as our souls bond again, while we make love. Once the markin' is complete, our bond will be sealed forever. I don't know if you'll be completely back to normal strength after that, since it wasn't us bein' parted that did this, but I'll find a way to fix it if you aren't. I promise. Even if we have to spend all of matin' season in sight of each other, I won't let ya go through somethin' so traumatic again."
When I asked what he meant by mating season, he chuckled, "It starts from the moment the mark is complete, usually lastin’ around a year. It's basically how ya get to know your mate inside and out, as a person and sexually. Ya learn each other, take the time to explore your mate. It makes ya stronger as a couple. With my background, we'll technically have either an extended season, or two separate ones that coincide. At least, that's what Major and Jasper did with Ali. Let's get your tummy some food. I'll explain while ya eat, Sweets."
Peter fixed me a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches and some jarred chicken noodle soup, then carried me with one arm as he held the tray with the other. Once we were back in the bedroom, I asked him to drop me off in the bathroom, since I needed a few human moments.
When I returned to the bed, he patted the space between his legs, then set the tray on my lap when I was settled against his chest. I began to eat as he said, "Our beasts reigned free when we were in the wars, but are caged now until either somethin’ makes them break free or they’re needed. It's almost like havin' two different personalities in the same head. When my eyes changed while ya were tellin' your story... the part where I had to leave? The Captain was breakin' free, but I didn't want him to scare ya. I'd already known for a while -from my gift- that ya were my mate, but ya didn't know at that point. I didn't know how ya'd react to him."
I nodded as I turned to straddle his lap, placing the tray beside us on the bed, "I could tell, but he didn't scare me. Neither did Major. I felt protected with Major, but with you, I felt... whole? It was like I knew your beast on some level. That's why you were so pissed when you found out about the Cullens, wasn't it? You knew that your maker, your brother, left your mate alone with the possibility of vampires hunting her."
Peter nodded curtly as I watched his eyes darken several shades, so I instinctively wound his arms around me while cupping his cheeks, "Peter, I'm right here. Feel me, and know that I'm safe here in your arms. You can let Captain deal with Major for his abandonment, but right now we're concentrating on us. You and me, alright?"
Peter's eyes slowly lightened, then he nodded, "Sorry, Angel, but Captain's mighty pissed at Major... he won't be fully satisfied until he takes a chunk out of his ass for it."
I understood, offering, "Soon, My Mate. Now let's get back to what mating season will be like. I suspect Captain will have stricter safety rules, stricter punishments, and want our playtime to be a bit rougher... am I right?"
Peter grinned at me, then said, "Ya got him pegged, My Intuitive Beauty. Neither one of us could ever hurtcha, so ya don't have to worry ‘bout that. Since our souls are connected, hurtin' ya would be me literally hurtin' myself. There might be times when he feels the need to claim and mark ya when others are near, either in jealousy or to make it clear that he knows ya better than any other could. I'll try to push through enough to curb the urge, but I wantcha to be prepared. I can already feel that he'll want to make it clear to Major and Ali, but I don't know if I'll be able to stop him with what happened."
I shook my head, then kissed him tenderly, "Don't. He goes on instinct, right? Don't try to stifle them, or you could make it harder on him to feel like he proved the point. If he wants to claim me when others could hear us, I'm sure he'll make it more than worth it for me. The slight tugs and bites you gave me just had me wanting more as I came, so I can only imagine what Captain would have in store."
He chuckled wryly, then said, "You're the perfect match for both of us, Isabella... he's very anxious to see how well ya like playtime with him. I can feel it."
I sucked on his bottom lip, biting down a bit before running my tongue along the spot, saying, "Well, maybe you'll see fit to let him play with me soon... but first, I need to eat, so you can make love to me. Your eyes keep darting between my core and my food, so I know you're still eager to taste me."
He moaned deeply, "Ya have no idea, Beautiful. It's takin' every bit of my will to sit still and not ravish ya before you're done eatin'."
Needless to say, as soon as my food was finished, I was flipped onto my back in the center of the bed, my arms pinned lightly above my head in one of his, while his other hand undid the tie on my robe as he pressed his thigh against my core. I moaned while rocking my hips, encouraging him to continue. He growled sexily as he stopped, bracing my hip to halt my movement, "No, Isabella. I want your sweet juices on my tongue, not my jeans."
I bit my lip, nodding with a whimper, then soon he had me splayed out naked on the sheets. He backed off the bed long enough to shed his jeans, then hovered over me to swirl his tongue around my nipples.
After kissing and nipping down my body to my core, he licked along the artery in both of my inner thighs, biting down gently on the softest spots. My hands fisted in his short locks as I cried out in pleasure, arousal flooding my core while he nuzzled and purred against the bite indentations. His palms covered the marks as he spread me open wider, then he inhaled deeply before locking eyes with me. He slowly closed the remaining distance, which caused me to gasp and tighten my fingers in his hair, as he licked a long line from my rear entrance to my aching clit. His eyes darkened in desire to a deep merlot color, sparkling up at me as he moaned at my taste.
He took his time making sure to lick, nip, suck, and gently bite everywhere he could at my core, purring wildly as he lapped up my release both times. Just as he was slowing his motions, he swirled his tongue in my entrance and let out a sexy as hell growl, which threw me over the edge again. I cried out his name at the unexpected rush of ecstasy, then begged him to make love to me as I calmed down.
He crawled up my body, asking softly, "Your scent is pure, and you're so tight, Sugar... but your barrier..."
I smiled as I cupped his cheek, whispering, "Toy, Peter... nowhere near equal to you. A girl's gotta have some type of release, right?"
He hummed into the valley between my breasts, "I'll wanna watch that yummy scene, My Little Temptress. Wrap yourself around me, please, so I can flip us."
Once I was straddling his thighs with his length trapped between us, he whispered, "I need ya to have control, just to start with. Go as slow as ya need to, Isabella, and just do what comes natural."
I nodded, leaning in to kiss him. As the kiss heated to that inferno level, I shifted up a bit to place him at my soaked entrance. His hands automatically went to my hips, grasping them gently, then we both moaned into the kiss as I slowly slid down until his tip was fully sheathed. His hands tightened on my hips slightly, causing me to hum as I slid down a few more inches. He arched into me in response, the look of desire in his eyes so sexy it was almost ridiculous. I gasped when I slid up an inch or two, only to slide down another several, fully seating him inside me. I breathed in awe as I let myself adjust, "Peter... so amazing... Oh, God... can I...?"
He nodded, letting out a sexy groan, "Christ, yes... so much heat, Minx. Show me how those sexy little hips move."
Peter's hands guided my hips to swirl in a circle, then rocked me back and forth once, which actually made him slip just a bit deeper. I cried out at the sensation, "Fuck, so deep... Peter, I... I need more."
I braced my hands on his abs, moving over him in what I hoped was an erotic manner. Peter let out a desire-filled growl as his eyes watched me intently, then his hands started roaming and teasing in every way they could. It only took a few minutes for us to find a rhythm that pleased us both. Not long after that, Peter had me crying out his name, trembling in pure bliss as my orgasm washed through me in waves.
The next thing I knew, I felt this huge need to feel him close. Peter automatically sat up, bringing me into a sensual kiss, as if he had felt my emotions. He wrapped his arms around me as the kiss deepened erotically, with one bracing the length of my spine and his hand holding the back of my neck, the other holding me from hip to hip. The feeling as we rocked into each other in this position, with our chests flush as we breathed each others' air, had my head falling back as my hands threaded into his short locks.
He kissed down my throat to the valley between my breasts, then licked over my heart while nuzzling the space, saying huskily, "Right here... this is where I want my mark, Isabella. I want everyone to know that your body and your heart are taken... that they're mine... that you're mine."
It felt right, like that was where it was meant to be, yet I could only whimper in response, "Yes, Peter... oh, God, yes."
We changed positions a few more times, with Peter finding just the right way to make me cum in each one, before we ended back up in our flush and upright position. Our sensual dance never seemed to falter. With the heat of the room, as well as our activity, Peter seemed to like finding beads of perspiration to lick and suck from my skin. He licked up the valley between my breasts, then swirled his tongue over my heart as we both neared what was promising to be a massive climax, practically begging as his hands resumed their former positions, "Mine... tell me ya feel it, Isabella. Tell me, My Siren, and cum for me one more time."
He nipped at both of my nipples, causing me to cry out as my orgams rushed toward me, "Yours, Peter. I'll always be only yours."
My hands tightened in his hair as he thrust deeply, then growled against my heart, "Mine... my mate... My Isabella," before piercing the flesh cleanly. The slight sting of the bite instantly turned into explosive waves of love, bliss, desire, pleasure, need, euphoria, and completeness.
With each wave, I felt closer to him, yet more lost in the feelings, all at the same time. I could feel an echo of his feelings when he started to lick his mark. There was so much love emanating from him, that tears of joy fell silently from my eyes as our orgasms slowly died down.
I rested my chin on the top of his head as he swirled his tongue in his bite mark, unable to do anything but whisper, "I can't wait to be able to mark you. That... was... indescribable."
Peter hummed as he swirled his tongue one last time, "Mmm... mmhmmm." He leaned back far enough to look at his mark, then grinned and licked it, causing me to shudder in pleasure. He placed a tender kiss on the fresh mark, then whispered, "It'll be quite sensitive to my attention."
I nodded as I let out a shaky breath, "Just be gentle, please. My whole body feels boneless. I don't think I could handle another round right now."
He carefully scooted us up the bed, bringing the blankets with us, then settled back against the pillows. I yawned, which brought a smile to his lips, "No, ya need your rest now, Sugar. We have all the time in the world to make love again."
I hummed as I laid against him with my head on his chest. He immediately started to purr as his fingers danced along my back. I relaxed completely, then remembered just as I was about to fall asleep, "Don't let me sleep late. We have deliveries coming for the next three days... building materials... furniture... first one at around 8:30."
He kissed my shoulder tenderly, his fingers never faltering on their random path, then whispered, "Shh... rest now, my sleepy little mate. I'll wake ya in time to have coffee and a shower before they arrive. Sweet dreams, My Isabella." It only took a few short minutes of his soothing caresses for me to be sleeping peacefully.
Peter trailed his kisses along my jaw to my ear, then back again, before licking the trail and making the most beautiful sound. He grinned, then the sound stopped long enough for him to say, "Ya really did accept me, Isabella. I wouldn't be able to purr for ya unless ya did. God, I wanna make love to ya."
I smiled up at him with watery eyes, whispering as I placed my free hand on his vibrating chest over his heart, "Then make love to me."
His eyes sparkled at those words. As he licked my jaw again, my breath hitched at the pleasant tingling sensation. He whispered against my ear before he continued, "Just let go. Focus on the sensations, my mate. It's supposed to feel good. Just relax into the feelin', and cum for me whenever ya need to."
His purr started back up as he licked and kissed his way down either side of my neck to my breasts, the tingling feeling deepening -spreading- to everywhere his tongue touched.
I gasped as I arched into him, threading my fingers into his hair, internally begging him for more. The weakness was easing little by little, yet he seemed to be replacing it with desire and passion. The tingle deepened even more as he licked up the valley between my cloth-covered breasts, turning into a slow building heat deep inside me. My arousal started soaking through my lace thong as a result. Peter inhaled deeply as he swirled his tongue around them, then moaned as he continued, "Mmm... mhmm." He pressed further against my core as he nipped a trail along my shoulder, moving my bra strap in the process, causing me to whimper in pleasure.
When he repeated his actions on my other shoulder, he rocked his hips into me slightly. I let out a moan of, "Oh, God, Peter... don't stop." I hitched my leg up on his side, tightening my fingers in his hair the next time he rocked, a small pleasure cry barreling out of me at the sensation. He lifted my back enough to reach the clasp of my bra, then seconds later, it was removed and he was moving down the bed.
I tried to protest the loss of him rocking against me, but he whispered, "Shh, I'm gonna make it better, Beautiful. I just need to get these jeans and your bottoms off ya."
I nodded then panted slightly, "Hurry, please." Within seconds, he had both my jeans and my thong tossed to the floor behind him, then he was spreading my thighs wide as he stalked partially back up my body.
His licks started again, working their way down my chest as he purred. His purr deepened when I felt his fingers tracing through my wetness. My eyes rolled back in my head when the heat built to a new level, eliciting my whimpered, "Fuuck, yes... more. Sweet Jesus, Peter, touch me."
He growled slightly through his purr, while his finger made a tight circle on my clit. I cried out in pleasure as my hips bucked. That made his purr deepen again, his tongue swirling and mouth sucking at the skin over my heart, before he moved to lick a figure eight around the outside of both of my breasts. The resulting heat made me gasp as my arousal leaked down toward the bedding. It got steadily worse when he picked up the pace with his fingers, his mouth finally moving toward my nipples.
When I felt like I was about to drown in the heat, he finally sucked my nipple into his mouth, then licked across to the other one. All of a sudden, he bit down gently on the second nipple, tugged lightly on the first one, then slid two fingers into my soaked core. The combination had me screaming out Peter's name in ecstasy, my body succumbing to the waves of my release as I clutched at his back.
The process continued while he nipped and sucked his way down toward my core, making me cum again, as he used one hand on my clit with the other on my core. He skipped over licking there, though, choosing to move around on the bed so he could tease every sensitive spot down my legs. The heat was at a slow build again, so when he whispered for me to turn over, I did so without hesitation.
I managed to make it through him sucking at the backs of my knees, but when he licked the line where my ass met my thighs as he pushed another finger into me, I exploded in another intense climax, begging him in my cries of ecstasy for more. Just as soon as I started to come down, he rubbed his fingers along my front wall during his inward thrust, swirling his tongue from the sensitive skin at the bottom of my core to my rear entrance. The combination of his fingers and tongue was only heightened by his growled, "Again, Isabella. Cum for me, now, My Mate." I did, in the most consuming orgasm that I'd ever had... the moment his tongue probed my rear entrance.
As I rode the waves of my high, I felt him working me through it devotedly. By the time he reached my tailbone, I was panting breathlessly, trying to calm my racing heart. He kissed up my back slowly, not letting his tongue touch me, then slowly removed his fingers as he whispered against my shoulder, "You're doin' so well, my little mate. Just rest a second, then we'll continue."
I hated not having his tongue against my skin, but I knew I needed to calm down again before he continued, so I panted out, "Back... stroke... helps."
His purr sounded in my ear as he settled next to me, trailing his fingers along my back, then soon my breathing was calm. He kissed my cheek tenderly as he whispered, "I've never seen a more beautiful sight than you when ya cum for me, Isabella. You're glorious when ya lose all composure."
I smiled slightly, then offered, "Then kiss me and continue. I'd like to be able to see you lose composure sometime tonight, plus your attention is making me want to do some licking of my own."
His breath hitched, then he pulled me onto my elbows. The kiss that followed could have lit the world on fire, but it also reignited the slow building burn in me, especially since 3/4 of my body was now tingling.
After the kiss, he resumed his teasing licks, starting with my elbows, then working down to my wrists. He found out that my scar from James was still sensitive after all this time, so he took his time caring for the area. Then he moved back to my tailbone, slowly kissing his way up my back, but avoiding my spine for some reason. When that was the only spot on my back untouched, he lifted me by the hips, whispering, "Spread for me, Beautiful... and brace yourself. My gift is tellin' me your spine is gonna like my attention."
I nodded, then spread my legs as far as I comfortably could, dropping down onto my forearms. He moaned at the view as his fingers traced through my wetness, "Dear God, what a sexy sight. Fuck, I can't wait to taste ya. I knew if I did before, that the rest would never get done, ‘cuz I woulda taken ya instead. Soon, Isabella. Soon I’ll taste your sweetness... have ya cummin’ on my tongue."
With that, he licked a long line from my tailbone to the base of my neck, right as he slipped three fingers inside me and curled them. The tingle instantly went from the slow heat deep inside me, to a white-hot inferno of desire consuming me, making me growl (yes, I growled), "Jesus, Peter. Too much... oh, God... again. Again, now... Fuck, I need to cum."
Immediately, he growled as he coated my spine in his healing saliva, pressing his fingers rhythmically against a spot inside me that was making me lose all coherency. An almost agonized scream of pleasure ripped its way out of my throat as my orgasm hit me with the force of a fighter jet collision. My body arched upright, making his fingers press harder against that spot, and that new sound barreled out of my chest as I begged for more.
Before I could even register the movement, I was on my back against the pillows, with Peter pressing one hand down just above my mound lightly while the other thrust against that spot inside me. My body was quaking almost violently, yet I suddenly felt like I was drowning and finally breathing all at the same time. I sobbed in euphoria at the exquisite torture, faintly hearing Peter's desire-filled growl, "Fuck, yeah... right there, Isabella. Soak my hand in your sweet honey. Don't stop... cum hard for me, Beautiful."
When I finally came back from the sea of euphoria I was lost in, Peter was tenderly licking my inner thighs while looking up at me. I let out a shuddered breath, then his eyes sparkled as I ran my fingers through his short coffee tresses. He placed a gentle kiss above my mound, then crawled up next to me before enclosing me in his embrace.
My ponytail holder was removed a few seconds later, Peter lovingly running his fingers through my hair as he purred for me. I hummed at his attention, then frowned and grumbled at my very impatient sounding stomach. Peter chuckled softly, explaining, "It started that before I lifted ya up by your hips, Sweets. I wanted to get most of your healin' done first, though. It seems to be workin' well with just tendin' your soft spots and pulse points, meanin' it was whatever happened in your dream that caused it. Even though I was highly tempted when I was lickin' your release from my hand and your thighs, I didn't tend to the source, so to speak. We need to get your hungry little tummy fed -as well as your energy built back up- before we continue."
I nodded reluctantly, then said, "Can you hand me my robe? You can carry me like you did on the way to the cabin, then hunt down some human food for me in the fridge. That way you can still feel like you're caring for me, but I won't fall on my jello legs. Speaking of, when will this tingling calm down? It's like a constant slow stream of arousal."
Peter chuckled, then kissed me tenderly. When our lips parted, he whispered against them, "It will fade slowly to nothin' as I claim and mark ya, my sweet mate. Our feelin's will mingle as our souls bond again, while we make love. Once the markin' is complete, our bond will be sealed forever. I don't know if you'll be completely back to normal strength after that, since it wasn't us bein' parted that did this, but I'll find a way to fix it if you aren't. I promise. Even if we have to spend all of matin' season in sight of each other, I won't let ya go through somethin' so traumatic again."
When I asked what he meant by mating season, he chuckled, "It starts from the moment the mark is complete, usually lastin’ around a year. It's basically how ya get to know your mate inside and out, as a person and sexually. Ya learn each other, take the time to explore your mate. It makes ya stronger as a couple. With my background, we'll technically have either an extended season, or two separate ones that coincide. At least, that's what Major and Jasper did with Ali. Let's get your tummy some food. I'll explain while ya eat, Sweets."
Peter fixed me a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches and some jarred chicken noodle soup, then carried me with one arm as he held the tray with the other. Once we were back in the bedroom, I asked him to drop me off in the bathroom, since I needed a few human moments.
When I returned to the bed, he patted the space between his legs, then set the tray on my lap when I was settled against his chest. I began to eat as he said, "Our beasts reigned free when we were in the wars, but are caged now until either somethin’ makes them break free or they’re needed. It's almost like havin' two different personalities in the same head. When my eyes changed while ya were tellin' your story... the part where I had to leave? The Captain was breakin' free, but I didn't want him to scare ya. I'd already known for a while -from my gift- that ya were my mate, but ya didn't know at that point. I didn't know how ya'd react to him."
I nodded as I turned to straddle his lap, placing the tray beside us on the bed, "I could tell, but he didn't scare me. Neither did Major. I felt protected with Major, but with you, I felt... whole? It was like I knew your beast on some level. That's why you were so pissed when you found out about the Cullens, wasn't it? You knew that your maker, your brother, left your mate alone with the possibility of vampires hunting her."
Peter nodded curtly as I watched his eyes darken several shades, so I instinctively wound his arms around me while cupping his cheeks, "Peter, I'm right here. Feel me, and know that I'm safe here in your arms. You can let Captain deal with Major for his abandonment, but right now we're concentrating on us. You and me, alright?"
Peter's eyes slowly lightened, then he nodded, "Sorry, Angel, but Captain's mighty pissed at Major... he won't be fully satisfied until he takes a chunk out of his ass for it."
I understood, offering, "Soon, My Mate. Now let's get back to what mating season will be like. I suspect Captain will have stricter safety rules, stricter punishments, and want our playtime to be a bit rougher... am I right?"
Peter grinned at me, then said, "Ya got him pegged, My Intuitive Beauty. Neither one of us could ever hurtcha, so ya don't have to worry ‘bout that. Since our souls are connected, hurtin' ya would be me literally hurtin' myself. There might be times when he feels the need to claim and mark ya when others are near, either in jealousy or to make it clear that he knows ya better than any other could. I'll try to push through enough to curb the urge, but I wantcha to be prepared. I can already feel that he'll want to make it clear to Major and Ali, but I don't know if I'll be able to stop him with what happened."
I shook my head, then kissed him tenderly, "Don't. He goes on instinct, right? Don't try to stifle them, or you could make it harder on him to feel like he proved the point. If he wants to claim me when others could hear us, I'm sure he'll make it more than worth it for me. The slight tugs and bites you gave me just had me wanting more as I came, so I can only imagine what Captain would have in store."
He chuckled wryly, then said, "You're the perfect match for both of us, Isabella... he's very anxious to see how well ya like playtime with him. I can feel it."
I sucked on his bottom lip, biting down a bit before running my tongue along the spot, saying, "Well, maybe you'll see fit to let him play with me soon... but first, I need to eat, so you can make love to me. Your eyes keep darting between my core and my food, so I know you're still eager to taste me."
He moaned deeply, "Ya have no idea, Beautiful. It's takin' every bit of my will to sit still and not ravish ya before you're done eatin'."
Needless to say, as soon as my food was finished, I was flipped onto my back in the center of the bed, my arms pinned lightly above my head in one of his, while his other hand undid the tie on my robe as he pressed his thigh against my core. I moaned while rocking my hips, encouraging him to continue. He growled sexily as he stopped, bracing my hip to halt my movement, "No, Isabella. I want your sweet juices on my tongue, not my jeans."
I bit my lip, nodding with a whimper, then soon he had me splayed out naked on the sheets. He backed off the bed long enough to shed his jeans, then hovered over me to swirl his tongue around my nipples.
After kissing and nipping down my body to my core, he licked along the artery in both of my inner thighs, biting down gently on the softest spots. My hands fisted in his short locks as I cried out in pleasure, arousal flooding my core while he nuzzled and purred against the bite indentations. His palms covered the marks as he spread me open wider, then he inhaled deeply before locking eyes with me. He slowly closed the remaining distance, which caused me to gasp and tighten my fingers in his hair, as he licked a long line from my rear entrance to my aching clit. His eyes darkened in desire to a deep merlot color, sparkling up at me as he moaned at my taste.
He took his time making sure to lick, nip, suck, and gently bite everywhere he could at my core, purring wildly as he lapped up my release both times. Just as he was slowing his motions, he swirled his tongue in my entrance and let out a sexy as hell growl, which threw me over the edge again. I cried out his name at the unexpected rush of ecstasy, then begged him to make love to me as I calmed down.
He crawled up my body, asking softly, "Your scent is pure, and you're so tight, Sugar... but your barrier..."
I smiled as I cupped his cheek, whispering, "Toy, Peter... nowhere near equal to you. A girl's gotta have some type of release, right?"
He hummed into the valley between my breasts, "I'll wanna watch that yummy scene, My Little Temptress. Wrap yourself around me, please, so I can flip us."
Once I was straddling his thighs with his length trapped between us, he whispered, "I need ya to have control, just to start with. Go as slow as ya need to, Isabella, and just do what comes natural."
I nodded, leaning in to kiss him. As the kiss heated to that inferno level, I shifted up a bit to place him at my soaked entrance. His hands automatically went to my hips, grasping them gently, then we both moaned into the kiss as I slowly slid down until his tip was fully sheathed. His hands tightened on my hips slightly, causing me to hum as I slid down a few more inches. He arched into me in response, the look of desire in his eyes so sexy it was almost ridiculous. I gasped when I slid up an inch or two, only to slide down another several, fully seating him inside me. I breathed in awe as I let myself adjust, "Peter... so amazing... Oh, God... can I...?"
He nodded, letting out a sexy groan, "Christ, yes... so much heat, Minx. Show me how those sexy little hips move."
Peter's hands guided my hips to swirl in a circle, then rocked me back and forth once, which actually made him slip just a bit deeper. I cried out at the sensation, "Fuck, so deep... Peter, I... I need more."
I braced my hands on his abs, moving over him in what I hoped was an erotic manner. Peter let out a desire-filled growl as his eyes watched me intently, then his hands started roaming and teasing in every way they could. It only took a few minutes for us to find a rhythm that pleased us both. Not long after that, Peter had me crying out his name, trembling in pure bliss as my orgasm washed through me in waves.
The next thing I knew, I felt this huge need to feel him close. Peter automatically sat up, bringing me into a sensual kiss, as if he had felt my emotions. He wrapped his arms around me as the kiss deepened erotically, with one bracing the length of my spine and his hand holding the back of my neck, the other holding me from hip to hip. The feeling as we rocked into each other in this position, with our chests flush as we breathed each others' air, had my head falling back as my hands threaded into his short locks.
He kissed down my throat to the valley between my breasts, then licked over my heart while nuzzling the space, saying huskily, "Right here... this is where I want my mark, Isabella. I want everyone to know that your body and your heart are taken... that they're mine... that you're mine."
It felt right, like that was where it was meant to be, yet I could only whimper in response, "Yes, Peter... oh, God, yes."
We changed positions a few more times, with Peter finding just the right way to make me cum in each one, before we ended back up in our flush and upright position. Our sensual dance never seemed to falter. With the heat of the room, as well as our activity, Peter seemed to like finding beads of perspiration to lick and suck from my skin. He licked up the valley between my breasts, then swirled his tongue over my heart as we both neared what was promising to be a massive climax, practically begging as his hands resumed their former positions, "Mine... tell me ya feel it, Isabella. Tell me, My Siren, and cum for me one more time."
He nipped at both of my nipples, causing me to cry out as my orgams rushed toward me, "Yours, Peter. I'll always be only yours."
My hands tightened in his hair as he thrust deeply, then growled against my heart, "Mine... my mate... My Isabella," before piercing the flesh cleanly. The slight sting of the bite instantly turned into explosive waves of love, bliss, desire, pleasure, need, euphoria, and completeness.
With each wave, I felt closer to him, yet more lost in the feelings, all at the same time. I could feel an echo of his feelings when he started to lick his mark. There was so much love emanating from him, that tears of joy fell silently from my eyes as our orgasms slowly died down.
I rested my chin on the top of his head as he swirled his tongue in his bite mark, unable to do anything but whisper, "I can't wait to be able to mark you. That... was... indescribable."
Peter hummed as he swirled his tongue one last time, "Mmm... mmhmmm." He leaned back far enough to look at his mark, then grinned and licked it, causing me to shudder in pleasure. He placed a tender kiss on the fresh mark, then whispered, "It'll be quite sensitive to my attention."
I nodded as I let out a shaky breath, "Just be gentle, please. My whole body feels boneless. I don't think I could handle another round right now."
He carefully scooted us up the bed, bringing the blankets with us, then settled back against the pillows. I yawned, which brought a smile to his lips, "No, ya need your rest now, Sugar. We have all the time in the world to make love again."
I hummed as I laid against him with my head on his chest. He immediately started to purr as his fingers danced along my back. I relaxed completely, then remembered just as I was about to fall asleep, "Don't let me sleep late. We have deliveries coming for the next three days... building materials... furniture... first one at around 8:30."
He kissed my shoulder tenderly, his fingers never faltering on their random path, then whispered, "Shh... rest now, my sleepy little mate. I'll wake ya in time to have coffee and a shower before they arrive. Sweet dreams, My Isabella." It only took a few short minutes of his soothing caresses for me to be sleeping peacefully.