**Twenty Six : Pay Back
“Out of curiosity, how old are you? 200? 400?” I asked Eros one evening out of genuine curiosity.
Werewolf age is very difficult to pinpoint because you can’t judge their age just by the face like you do humans. It would be impossible because their life span was much much longer than a regular human’s life span. Some live for over 1000s of years or even longer. As scary and impossible as that sounds.
“Close. Over 900,” he finally replied, gauging my reaction with that quirk of his brow and lips when he rearranged the pillows on our bed.
“How is that close?” I glare at him from the corner of my eye and quickly went quiet after that.
Did I mishear that? Did he just say he’s over 900 years old? Eros is probably older than my whole family tree.
“You’re old.” I wrinkled my nose in distaste while combing out my messy head of hair by the new vanity he had someone bring yesterday. The room had changed quite a bit now ever since I ‘moved’ in with him and I would like to think that there was a more feminine feel to it now.
“I’m actually in my prime years right now.” He pursed his lips, pretending to be offended but I doubted he was with that sinfully decadent smirk on his lips.
Prime? If 900 is considered prime years than I don’t know anymore.
“What about Ada or Rora?” My curiosity got the better of me. How old would Ada be if she was his grandmother. Over 1000 years old right?
“Grandmother is over 1800 years old and Rora is over 100, barely a pup.”
That really explains it now.
“I bet it gets long. What do you do all these years to stay sane?” It probably gets lonely too, especially for someone who has lived for hundreds of years like him. I don’t know what I would do if I actually lived that long. It would be terrible to be bored for hundreds of years because there is only certain things that you can do before you become bored.
Like playing monopoly for so long that you want to get into jail just to stop playing.
“Continue living. But now I have you to keep me company, Emira. And I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with,” he said and I could hear a hint of loneliness and longing in his voice that wasn’t easy to discern.
It is obvious that my human life span pales in comparison to his, except I’m not too sure what the life span of a breeder actually is. But I do know that if Eros and I were to permanently mate, I will acquire his long life span.
What I mean is that once he marks me, our souls will bond together, making us become one. With this bond, it also changes my mortality, making me as immortal as he is. This is a rather scary thing for many humans who become mates with werewolves because they will live to the day where they will see all their family and friends die off one by one. It’s a rather depressing thing. You gain immortality yet you lose loved ones over the lengthy years.
In a sense, it was give and take.
I peeked up at Eros from the veil of my lashes, noting how he sat slightly rigid in the bed, blue eyes taking a slightly darker shade then usual as he stared at me with a rather scorching gaze that could surely melt any woman. I pretend not to notice him and continued to comb through my hair; even though, I had been combing it for almost 5 minutes now just to raise up the anticipation.
But, by the tent in the silk sheets andhis predator like gaze that made me feel hot and bothered, I was able to discern his currently aroused predicament.
From the mirror, I was dressed in his white dress shirt that came to mid thigh because of how tall Eros is. It seemed more like a dress on my frame, hanging slightly off of my bare left shoulder with the sleeves folded upwards to uncover my wrist and forearms. I had purposefully left two buttons unbuttoned, leaving the fabric gaping open at the front and exposing my entire cleavage along with a portion of my waist because I didn’t bother to wear a bra tonight. Since the shirt was white, he could obviously see a rather blurred picture of my nipples framed against the smooth fabric when I lifted my arms and smoothed my hair behind my back.
I remember reading somewhere that men had a thing for women dressed in their dress shirts. Eros got off at just the sight of me in his clothes so I’m sure that it wouldn’t hurt to give him the fantasy that most men wanted.
If this doesn’t get him panting like a mess under me then I don’t know what will.
I give him an innocent smile before sauntering over to the bed with a lazy swing of my hips.
And as expected, my butt hadn’t even touched the bedding when he had already pulled me over to his side, strong arms encircling my waist while his head was buried into the crook of my neck and shoulder, taking a long deep breath.
My heart was beating rapidly in my chest as his hot breath pillowed against the sensitive skin of my neck, causing all the hairs on my body to stand on end at just that small exhale of his. My entire body was stiff, hands curled into the sheets when his strong hands had palmed the flesh of my naked thigh, teasingly stroking the flesh until I was a quivering mess at the intensity of the sparks that had erupted on my flesh like fireworks in the sky.
It was obvious that I was easily affected by him and just the lightest of touches or just the sound of his voice was enough to make me aroused.
It wasn’t fair.
Why was I always the one looking like a hot mess after he was done playing?
With that thought, I somehow managed to push him off and onto his back before swinging my legs around his waist, situating myself on top of his hard stomach. His body heat seemed to penetrate through the thin cotton of my panties, making me swallow down the urge to moan at the sparks that had unexpectedly erupted against such a sensitive area when I stared down at him from above.
He seemed slightly startled at my bold move, eyes becoming even darker than it had been moments earlier, hinting his true feelings towards my daring move.
He liked it.
Eros parted his lips to say something but I stooped down, resting my palms onto his hard naked chest and stopped him just in time with a hard peck onto his full mouth. From this close, I can see his pupils dilate when my tongue licked languidly across the seams of his lips, tasting mint on my tongue and a taste that was solely Eros. And I couldn’t help but like it.
“That’s not a real kiss, Emira,” he said.
It as just a peck and a lick.
I knew that he was obviously trying to egg me on, possibly to see how far I would go and I am not afraid to show him I mean it this time.
Just as I leaned over, his hand had secured the back of my neck, pulling me downwards until our lips completely sealed each others. The kiss had started out slow, just a smoothing of his lips against mine until the tension in the air had completely picked up, until the air was hot and humid against our flesh. His hot tongue had lazily probed at the parting of my lips, heating my skin with the tingling sensation that made my stomach muscles clench tightly. I hesitantly opened my lips, letting Eros’ unique flavor fill my senses until I was blinded by all of him.
Our tongues easily tangled together, brushing sensually against one another until I was easily defeated by him, forced to retreat to let him nibble and suck on my bottom lip. Even the wet sounds of our lips meeting was loud to my ears, making my cheeks flush at the sounds and yet I couldn’t help the pleasure that coursed through my body at how erotic it was.
“Mmm...” The slight strangled moan that left my lips was almost involuntary and I found that I couldn’t control myself at this point because he was kissing me so passionately with that talented mouth of his. Under a matter of seconds, I was a trembling boneless mess on top of him and I felt as if all of the air had been stolen from my lungs.
The feeling of kissing Eros was a lot more intense than I had ever thought that it could be and my eyes had fluttered closed at the satisfying sensation that left my toes curling on its own accord.
It felt right to be kissing him, as if my place was in his arms like this.
And I wasn’t quite sure how long we had been kissing like this when I pulled back for air. My cheeks were extremely hot when Eros leaned his head upwards to catch my mouth again for a second kiss. I immediately turn my head away, denying him as I kissed along his brow and cheeks with butterfly kisses because I wanted the upper hand over him.
I was actually competitive for once.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, mate,” he said with a sensuously deep and low voice that made me shrug a bout of shivers that threatened to wrack my body. I ignore his words, lowering my head to kiss along his high cheek bones and sharp jawline, trailing down his neck to bite the skin of his Adam’s apples and tug. His entire body trembled and it seemed like his Adam’s apples was a really sensitive spot. I, of course, take advantage of this by sticking out my tongue and mapping his flesh with my mouth, nipping and biting until his neck was slightly red from my teasing.
“You’re not the only one who can tease, Eros,” I reply, my fingers moving from his chest to slowly trace out every dip and curve of his abs and then, to lightly circle the flesh around his hard nipple with my pointing finger.
If he can make me a quivering mess with just a kiss than I want to make him beg underneath me.
His breathing had picked up, increasing in intensity until he was panting, Adam’s apple rapidly moving as he swallowed. Even his muscles had spasm underneath my palms, tense and rigid from how hard he was restraining himself at the moment. His hot palms had found place on my waist, squeezing and releasing the flesh with his tapered fingers.
I left a wet trail from his neck down to his collarbone, nibbling against the sensitive flesh and could hear his harsh intake of breath when I purposefully lowered my mouth close to his hard nipple and breathed out. The sparks seemed to suddenly scatter all over my body when his large hand cupped my ass, long fingers squeezing the delicate flesh through the cotton of my panties and I could feel myself become wet between the legs from just that one action.
“Remember your promise, Eros,” I reminded him before moving myself downwards in order to get away from his hands, letting my finger rub against his nipple with light pressure and could feel his entire body jerk at the sudden contact.
His chest moved up and down rapidly when I wiggled my way down his abdomen until my butt bumped against his hot and hard erection, seemingly blocking my way. I jerk upwards at the slight contact before parting my lips and taking his nipple into my mouth, sucking clumsily at the sensitive flesh before gently biting down only to slowly circle my tongue around it.
By now, Eros was panting heavily, fists clenching and un-clenching.
I had to stifle a snigger unless I burst out laughing. Returning to the task at hand, I kissed my way down his abs, worshiping the toned and hard muscles with my tongue and teeth until I could feel him tremble at the sensations.
As I slid further down, I almost smacked myself in the chin with his erection. It had definitely startled me at the size and height of it.
And I realize that this is the first time that I have been given the opportunity to properly analyze Eros’ penis.
But here I am.
Staring at it.
Face to face.
Well... Face to penis.
That didn’t sound right.
“It’s really big,” I murmur to myself, not quite realizing that the words had passed my lips, yet I could feel Eros’ body stiffen in response to my words and then he was panting even harder.
I’m guessing he took that as a compliment.
I’ve seen his shaft before in its normal flaccid state and it was already a rather impressive size. Now in its fully aroused state, I am sure that it should be illegal.
It was rather long with dark veins popping up on the surface that seemed to move by itself as blood was pumped through with a mushroom shaped head. I noticed that it seemed to throb and become a bit larger at my close inspection.
All in all.
It’s kind of ugly.
"Emira.” He ground out through clenched teeth, cheeks holding a bit of flush on them and I could see the sweat drip down from his temple and onto the pillow.
His hand had suddenly entangled itself into my hair, sliding through the silky strands to anchor my face towards his cock but I brace my hands onto his thighs, keeping myself from falling face first into his crotch.
Slightly irritated, I shoot him a glare for interrupting me before biting his thigh to reprimand his actions. It had the opposite affect on him than I had thought. Instead of angering him, it seemed to make him even more aroused.
“Don’t rush me, Eros,” I bit out before parting my lips to blow hot air on the engorged staff and noting how it twitched involuntarily in response, white pre-cum was quick to slowly drip down in a sticky line that shined from the light.
I lowered my head to inspect it and just before my lips touched the white creamy liquid on the tip of his penis, I pulled back completely and I could hear the slight disappointed whine that left his throat.
My head raised from his lap to look at his aroused face and it was a really big turn on. His canines shined in the dim lighting, giving him a wild and sexy look that I have never seen before. Sweat collected on his furrowed brows and I could see the veins on his forehead popping out.
I gave him a wide innocent smile and try to swing my legs off of his waist, almost making it to my side of the bed when his hand had caught my ankle, dragging me back over his body with little to no effort. My scenery seemed to spin for a split second until I found myself underneath him, where I really didn’t want to be at the moment.
He had easily rolled us around until the one on top was him, until he was crouched on top of my body, hard shaft poking me in the stomach every time he breathed.
This time, he was looking down at me with this sinfully hedonistic smirk on his perfect lips and I could feel my heart sink to my stomach.
“It’s my turn, Emira.”