Three years ago
He ran his tongue down my thighs and then up again until it reached the heat between my legs. I moaned louder and clenched around his head, pushing myself against his lips even more with my fingers tangled in his brown hair.
I loved it when he went down on me, and he always said he loved doing it. But now it felt like he loved it a little too much as I slapped my hands over my mouth to dampen my screams.
His tongue parted my wet dripping folds and circled my clit in maddeningly slow strokes, like he wanted to take his own sweet time making me suffer for the orgasm. I pushed into him again, groaning.
"Faster, Valden," I moaned, my frustration getting the better of me. I hated it when he teased me like this. It never did anyone any good.
I could feel him smirking against my pussy as he lapped up all my juices and sucked on my bud until I lost all sense of sanity. My legs trembled as wave after wave of pleasure racked through my body as he devoured and quickened his process.
As the final wave left my body, he climbed up on top, one hand exploring my stomach before reaching up to grab one breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple. I let out a gasp which he swallowed by pressing his lips against mine.
We had kissed a million times before but every single one always felt like the first. Always sending the same tingling in my bones and fireworks in my head.
His hands kneaded both my breasts, pinching and rolling the sensitive tips of my nipples as his tongue explored my mouth, sucking and tasting every inch, letting out a deep growl from the back of his throat. I knew it was his wolf, the part of him that was slowly taking over, making him more powerful and in need.
He pulled back to look at me before he lost all control, we both knew that if he did, he could easily break my fragile bones in the heat of the moment.
"I love you, Maeve," he breathed, leaning down again and pressing open-mouthed kisses along my jawline until he reached my lips, pulling the bottom one between his sharp teeth and sucking on it slowly. He pulled back as my lips pulled out of his with a pop.
"I love you too," I whispered, closing my eyes and letting him worship my skin.
"You're mine. Don't ever forget that," he said between kisses. "You'll always be mine no matter where they take me, or what they make me into. I'll always come back for you."
He looked at me then, his eyes sincere and loving and I brushed my hands against his face, my thumb pressing into his soft lips.
I wasn't allowed to be here today.
Valden had his own room since he was already an omega. He had turned down working at the Parthenn for as long as he could. So even in the periphery where everyone was stacked into the dorms of suffocation, he didn't have to live like that. And I loved getting up to his room when no one was looking, to kiss his breath away or wrap up in his arms but today, something heavy hung in the air.
Because he was leaving tomorrow. His time here was up. He was getting too powerful.
"Are you thinking about tomorrow again?"
He frowned as he pressed his forehead against mine.
"Don't go," I whispered.
"I have to, Maeve." His eyes glistened with tears, but he looked away immediately, like he didn't want me to see them.
I pulled his head back to me, my hands cupping his face. If he were leaving tomorrow, I wanted to see all of it. I needed to memorize every ridge and crevice of his face until I saw it again.
He grabbed my legs and lifted them until I could feel his large size entering me. My eyes rolled back as he filled me up, the wetness of my folds making it even better. He thrust inside me, again and again, going so deep, as I dug my nails against his skin hard until I drew blood. It was like he wanted to make me forget about everything else. It was just me and him now. The sound of our bodies colliding, the bed creaking as he moved back and forth, and our shaken breaths.
"Tell me you want me," he growled as his grip became tighter.
I whimpered. I was so close, my body shuddering beneath him as my moans filled the air.
"I want you. I need you. No one makes me feel like this, Valden."
His pace fastened as he let out a low possessive growl, strokes rougher until I cried out, moaning his name. A deep guttural groan escaped his lips at the same time, both of our bodies trembling with need and ecstasy as we came hard.
For a moment, there was nothing except the sound of deep ragged breathing as he burrowed his face into my neck. He eased out of me slowly, and the sudden emptiness made me flinch, but he pulled me onto his chest under the thin blanket. Then he reached for his bedside table and grabbed something.
"Maeve?"
"Mmm…"
"I want you to have this," he said, opening his palms to show me a simple necklace with a pendant at the end. It was round like the moon, but had a slight green glow from within.
"Wait, did you make this?" I looked up at him as he smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah…I've been meaning to give this to you on your birthday but…"
But he wouldn't be here on my birthday.
I pulled myself up as he put the chain around my neck, clasping it.
"How did you get it to glow like this, Valden?" It didn't look like something easy enough to make.
"I found these rocks when we were still out there in the mist so I took some with me," he said immediately, making me look up at him. "It looks good on you. You…you look very beautiful."
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. His tongue traced the outline of my lips, applying pressure until my lips parted and he tasted every little corner. The kiss was slower this time, more deep like we weren't sure if we would do this again.
"Promise me you won't forget about me," he gulped. "Remember me until I come back for you."
"I promise, Valden. I'll never forget you."