The Beasts and Brave - Chapter 8
#12 of Eben Black Series - The Beasts and Brave
© All characters and storylines surrounding these characters belong to me; Eben Black..
The bedroom door opened, and Donovan stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and stepped deeper into the shadowed room. He slipped out of his clothes as he padded, and soon crawled up the bed. He crawled up to me, his slender, toned form loomed over mine as I sat at the headboard of the bed, the pillows surrounded me as I huddled there naked and waiting for Donovan to arrive. He touched his lips to mine, a gentle brush of passion as he lowered himself down and kneeled before me. He rested his arms across my knees and looked at me, his peaceful pale green eyes full of anxieties now. He'd called me here for more than sex, he wanted closeness. He had an enormous amount of affection for me, and I him. But with me being bound to three men and counting, if Aleksander had anything to do with it, it was difficult to get some alone time to just talk. He'd done this more than Kane or Snow. He bed me, but we'd talk and discuss what was happening around us. More often than not I'd cradled him when he cried over his anxieties for the pack. The night the pack scattered he'd sobbed himself to sleep, he felt he had failed them somehow. I'd reassured him he was doing a fantastic job as an alpha pack leader, but it had been a challenge talking him down from that metaphorical ledge.
He looked at me from inches away, he touched his fingertips to my knees and trailed them down the calf muscles and back up. His tail found mine and they entwined. I kissed him, deepening the touch and letting the warmth on our tongues spread between us. I loved him. I cared for him so much. He broke the kiss and spread my legs, he shuffled closer so that he was kneeling between them. He hunched over and leaned his elbows on the headboard. I ran fingers through his chest fur and along his stomach while he breathed in deep beside me.
"How's Noah doing?" I asked.
"He's asleep. But he cried himself to sleep. Didn't talk much. He just seemed really upset."
"Snow said he'd had a run in with a member of his family who got violent?"
"A drunken father from what I gathered."
"Nice."
"Your telling me." He took a deep breath, his shoulders shuddered and for a heartbeat I thought he was crying.
"You alright?"
He nodded beside me and sat back, his hands trailing down my shoulders. "Are you anxious about tomorrow?" he asked, that deep voice full of emotion now.
"Are you?"
He nodded slowly, his shoulders trembled again.
I nodded back and said, "Yeah. Me too."
"I promise I'll do my best, Eben. I swear it." He leaned close as he said those words. "I'll die before they take you from me."
"I hope it doesn't come to that, Donovan." I smiled back at him, warmth spreading through me as I leaned forward and touched my forehead to his chest fur. "Mmmm, your warm."
"I know, my body temperature hasn't dropped yet since the full moon." He smiled at me and tousled my head fur.
"Its nice." I trailed fingers over his thighs and moved them up his slender waist.
"I love you, you know that right?" he asked with a deep, intimate tone burning on his words.
I nodded and replied, "I love you too."
He smiled and took my face in his hands. He made me look up and he kissed me, deep and passionate. His tongue stroking mine. He kneaded my jawline fur where he held me while our mouths locked. There was an air of need about him now, a need to please, to pleasure and make love. He wanted to forget what was happening around him and me tonight. He wanted me, and that's all that mattered. I broke the kiss and crawled up his body to stand on my knees. I draped arms over his shoulders and kissed him again, a gentle brush of tongues while we huddled there, gazing at one another.
His hands trailed down my back as he kneaded along the fur and caressed me, holding me close, the line of his stomach pressed against mine, while he leaned back his chest and held me by the waist. He leaned down, under me and licked along my neck. He turned and lay me down, his mouth licking and nipping along my neck, working its way downwards. I could feel myself growing more excited with each lick, each caress of his hands as he moved low down my body to a much more intimate place. He licked around my heat, my warmth throbbed as he licked and lapped around my inner thighs and worked his way inward. He found a furred testicle and traced his tongue over its charcoal-grey hair while he gazed up the line of my body at me. He took me into his muzzle and sucked hard and fast, tearing a gasp of pleasure from my mouth. I shuddered under that wonderful tongue, while he sucked on the other testicle, his hands caressing and holding my inner thighs while he worked me over.
He popped me out of his mouth and trailed his thick, flattened tongue up over my throbbing shaft. He tickled that flesh and watched me as I shuddered and moaned his name, my hands gripping at the bed sheets. He reached a hand up my length and while he suckled around the member's sides, he traced a finger over the tip. Thick, wolf seed oozed from the wet hole as he licked upward and then found the tip. He suckled on the very tip hard and then inch by inch he took me into his muzzle. He trailed a hand down and caressed my furred orbs while he sucked slow and hard, savouring the taste of me in his muzzle. He gazed up at me, our eyes locked in the heat of passion. In that moment I could feel my orgasm building. Oh God he was going to make me shoot then and there if he wasn't careful.
I went to my elbows, watching him work me with muzzle, tongue and skill. I pushed him onto his back with him still sucking on me like some macabre torment. I crawled over him on all fours, moaning with each movement whilst he continued sucking and licking along my length upside down. I crawled down his body and found him throbbing and pressed against his stomach. His warm length oozed over his stomach. I licked where he'd spilled his pre load. I trailed my tongue over him and found him moving his hips slowly while I worked him inside my muzzle. I could feel his hands wander over the soft mounds of my buttocks. He squeezed and kneaded the furred flesh, while that beautiful tongue brought me closer and closer. I concentrated on him, licking down his length and trailing my tongue over his own testicles. I squeezed him in one hand while I ran my tongue over the flesh between his balls and his opening. Donovan was a top, there was no doubt there. All the men I bedded were. But Donovan was one who enjoyed the feeling of being touched down there from time to time.
As if on cue, his tongue worked up over my balls and further, he licked and slurped until his tongue graced my tight entrance. He lapped across that hole again and again, his hand squeezing and stroking me faster and faster. I let myself come off him for a moment, as I glanced down the gap between our bodies and gasped at what I saw. His hand pumping and coaxing me hard and fast, the sensation of his bare tongue trailing over me again and again. He tickled his tongue over me, a few quick lashings and then he released my throbbing member from his hold. He took both hands and prized open my buttocks while he buried his tongue deeper. He entered me with shallow dips. He squeezed me in his hands, nails digging into the flesh, tearing new noises of pleasure and pain from me while I gasped around him in my mouth. I sank lower, bobbing my head over his length, my fingers found his opening as I traced that hole and caressed him there. One hand focused on his opening, the other found his testiles, rolling them between my slender fingers while my mouth worked that throbbing heat, working at not choking on the heat in my mouth. Donovan moaned my name as he panted against me, his hands squeezed harder as his hips found a gentle rythmn, a smooth slide of his member filling my mouth, gliding over my tongue and down my throat. I had deep throated him a dozen times before and knew what he liked. I could feel him shuddering under me. He liked being pleasured to orgasm as much as I did. We didn't always do anal.
He closed his eyes, his hand found my heat and began stroking and pumping hard and fast again. His hips worked his length inside me, faster and faster. His rythmn shivered down his spine, his hips finding a ragged thrust. He let me down as he sat up, my body lying beside his as he pumped his hips into my muzzle. He rolled me onto my back as he stradled my open muzzle. He worked me in his hands while he gazed down at me and shoved his naked heat deeper and harder. I could feel the hot orgasm inside me filling and filling, bubbling to the rim and ready to spill any moment now. I gasped around his member and moaned as my hot load spilled across my abdomen, more white juice fell in ropes over Donovan's hand as he continued touching me and stroking me. He bucked his hips, he bit his bottom lip as he found a hard, desperation and bucked faster still. He called out my name as his orgasm crashed into him. He dropped to his hands, stradling my muzzle, a thick rope of wolf seed spilling across my tongue and down my throat. He shuddered and thrust again and again, each buck ending with another spill of wolf seed as he looked down and watched my throat work and swallow the precious juices he was giving me.
He remained there, body shuddering. He lowered his tongue down and licked me clean, as he slipped out of my muzzle, clean and shining from the wolf saliva I'd supplied. Donovan licked my abdomen clean, making the fur all ragged and standing on end. A wash could wait until the morning, for now I wanted Donovan and no one else. I watched him climb off me and kneel beside me. I sat upright and looked up at him. He grinned and leaned over me while one hand caressed my shoulder and our mouths connected, moulded together. It was a passionate embrace of warm flesh. His tongue stroked mine and he leaned back, looking at me from inches away.
"Amazing as ever." He breathed the words across my lips before the two of us moved and climbed under the bed sheets. He spooned me from behind while one arm acted as a pillow for me and another held me around the middle. His limp wolfhood pressed against my tight rear as we cuddled in the afterglow.
"Feel better?" he asked in a deep, intimate tone.
"Mmmmm, much better." I snuggled back and stroked fingers along his bare forearm fur as he held me.
"Thank you, by the way."
"Thank you? Thank you for what?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as I peered back at him.
"Thank you for taking care of Kane earlier today. I appreciate it."
"He means alot to both of us, I was more than happy to take care of his issue."
"You mean the binding?"
I nodded. "I think the madness effect of the binding was exaggerating the desperation to remain unbound. Once he was bound he understood it wasn't such a bad thing."
"Sometimes fear is best confronted when someone you love throws you head long into the deep end," Donovan replied wisely. He kissed my shoulder and trailed his hand down my sides.
"He seems more grounded and sane than he has been. And his demonstration earlier with Sampson shows he's more than better. He's benefitting from the bond too."
"How so? He's always been hot-headed when it comes to fights."
"Indeed, but today he stepped in and disarmed his opponent, then he stopped. He would usually have continued until the opponent was at least missing an arm."
"I think he behaved himself because Aleksander was so close."
"Regardless, he's quicker and more focused when it comes to his swordsmanship too. I watched him during his training sessions. He was loose and almost unable to focus."
"So now that we're bound he's gained focus and level-headedness?" I asked.
Donovan nodded. "Your beast seems to bestow her alphas with what he most needs at the time of binding."
"Really?"
"Think about it? I needed someone to back me up when it came to leading the pack, hence your Lupine status. Snow needed a companion, while he was lost in his memories. And Kane needed someone to let him open up to. He has always been tormented by what happened to him all those years ago. Your beast offered him a chance to have someone he could call a lover. Not just a fuck buddy, but a true union. He loves you now, as much as I and Snow love you too."
"So I made Kane fall in love with me?"
Donovan laughed. "No. You made Kane realise you loved and cared for him, in response he now loves and cares for you. The nickname Knight fits him well."
I smiled and replied, "Yeah, yeah it does fit him well. Just like King fits you well, your Highness."
Donovan grinned back and snuggled closer. Exhaustion spilled over us and soon we were both asleep, dead to the world for the night.