Tame Me by Jayda Marx
Chapter Eight
Archie
As Evan and I walked towards the home we shared, I didn't think my heart could get any fuller. I had the best day with my mate; blowing glass was so much fun, but I was positive that Evan made it even better. He didn't make me feel bad when I messed up - he encouraged me, helped me, and even said that he was proud of me. No one had ever said that and I wanted to make him proud every single day.
I also couldn't believe how lucky I was. Evan was the perfect man and he thought the same about me, for exactly how I was. I knew true happiness for the first time in my life.
"Evan!" a voice called in the distance, and my mate and I both turned towards the sound, finding four men facing us.
I squeezed Evan's hand in nervousness, but he leaned down and told me, "It's okay, wee one. These are my friends. Would you like to meet them?"
I didn't want to be rude and I was curious about the people in his life. I was also hopeful for friends of my own, so I nodded. Evan thanked me and kissed the top of my head before waving for the men to approach.
My nose twitched when it picked up their scents on the breeze as they neared. Two of the men smelled similar to Evan (though not as good), but there was an underlying familiarity. I didn't know them; I'd never even met them, but something inside me told me that they were vampires.
The other two were harder to place. They didn't smell anything like Evan or me, but I recognized one of their scents from the clothes I was wearing. But beyond that, the smells were foreign too me. I pieced together that if they weren't vampires and they weren't shifters, they must be humans.
When they reached us, I noticed that if they were shifters, they'd be omegas like me since neither of them were much taller than I was. I liked that they were small like me. I wasn't afraid of them.
Although the other two men were tall and broad like Evan, I wasn't afraid of them either. They were my mate's friends, so I trusted them. My gut told me that I was surrounded by good people.
"Good evening," the tallest man, who had long blond hair, greeted.
"Good evening, Callum," Evan replied, and my jaw dropped.
"You're the Master," I blurted out, making everyone chuckle.
Callum smiled widely at me and nodded. "And you must be Evan's mate."
"He is," Evan said proudly, making my heart race. "Everyone, this is Archie."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Callum said as he offered me his hand. I shook it in silence, stunned that someone so important was happy to see me. "I can’t tell you how happy I am that you and Evan have found each other.”
The shorter man beside him gasped when his eyes fell on my throat. “And you two have bonded! Oh, congratulations!” He stepped forward and threw his arms around my neck before I knew what was happening.
I stood there stunned, unsure what to do; the only person I ever hugged was Evan. I looked to him for direction and found him watching us with a gentle smile. He looked happy that his friend was hugging me, so maybe it was a normal thing that people did. I lifted my hands and patted the man’s back before he let me loose.
“Congratulations to you too,” the man said as he gave Evan a hug as well. It didn’t bother me; I was glad that Evan had nice people in his life.
“And now you’ve met my mate Brodie,” Callum told me with a chuckle as he tucked Brodie under his arm when he returned from giving hugs. He motioned to the two other men and added, “And these are our friends Lachlan and Lennox.”
“You guys make the sweeties,” I said excitedly, and they both beamed.
“Aye, we do,” Lachlan replied as he held out a foam container. “We have some more for you. We stopped by your place on our way to dinner, but you were out.”
He handed the box to me and I opened it for a big whiff. “Mm, more chocolate. I really like chocolate.” I picked up one of the buns and shoved half of it in my mouth.
“Me too,” Brodie said with a giggle. “You should try Lachlan’s hot chocolate. It’s amazing.” I nodded my agreement because that sounded like a great idea.
Evan jumped into the conversation with, “We weren’t home because Archie and I were at the shop making some glass pieces together.”
“That sounds like so much fun!” Brodie exclaimed, keeping his attention on me. “I love all of Evan’s work. I have so much of it in my house; it’s all so beautiful.”
“Yes it is,” I replied through my mouthful of chocolate bun.
Evan replied proudly, “Archie’s work is beautiful too. Soon the shop will be full of both of our art.” I was so touched by his words that I nuzzled my face into his chest, making sure not to smear chocolate on his shirt.
“I can’t wait to see it,” Brodie smiled.
Lennox looked between Evan and me and asked, “Would you like to come to dinner with us?” I probably looked like I was starving because of the way I was shoving sweeties in my mouth.
“Thank you, but we’ve already eaten,” Evan replied with a bow of his head.
“That’s too bad,” Brodie interjected. “We’d love to spend more time with you, Archie. Oh I know; tomorrow we’re going fishing together at Loch Kilgore. Will you come with us then?”
I loved fishing, so I nodded my head enthusiastically. Evan chuckled beside me and said, “I think that’s a yes. Thank you, Brodie. We’ll let you all get to your dinner, but I’m glad we ran into you.”
Everyone said their goodbyes and told me how nice it was to meet me. By the time they walked away, I was beaming from ear to ear and my chest was warm again. It wasn’t exactly the same feeling that Evan gave me, but it was wonderful.
“Your friends are so nice,” I told him when we began walking towards our house again.
“They are. I told you that they’d want to be your friends too.”
“I’m so glad. And I can’t wait to go fishing!” Evan chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we strolled together. “Oh, here; I saved you a bun.” I opened the box to offer him the last sweetie, but he shook his head.
“That’s okay, wee one. I want you to have it.” He didn't have to tell me twice. I gobbled down the treat as he chuckled again.
When we reached our home, we found that the clothing Evan bought for me earlier had been delivered onto the porch. He didn’t want shopping bags to get in the way or forgotten at the glass shop, so he asked that they be delivered by the boutique instead.
“Oh good, I’m glad they’re here,” Evan said as he collected the sacks from the ground. “I appreciate my friends lending you clothing, but I must admit that I don’t like someone else’s scent on your body.”
Evan held open the door for me and I blushed and ducked my head as I walked through. I liked hearing him get territorial over me. I wanted to be all his.
“In fact,” he continued once he’d placed the bags on the floor, “I want to get Brodie’s clothes off of you right now.”
My blush deepened as he stepped toe to toe with me and ran his hands down my chest. Evan tucked his fingertips beneath the hem of my shirt and caressed my stomach. “Is this okay?”
Of course it was okay; he was my mate and I wanted everything with him, but I appreciated that he was checking my comfort. I nodded and he slid the fabric up my torso and over my head.
He flung the shirt onto the floor and raked his gaze over my bare upper body. “Archie, you’re so beautiful.” He touched my stomach again and although his large hands were warm, my body still shivered.
Evan smiled and traced the pads of his thumbs up my torso and pressed them against my light pink nipples. He caressed small circles over my sensitive flesh, drawing it into tight peaks. I moaned at the heat that prickled along my skin and traveled south.
My cock swelled and firmed and I silently begged Evan to touch me. As if he heard the words I didn’t say, my mate dragged his hands down my body, curling his fingers over the waistband of my pants.
His gaze burned into mine as he pushed the fabric down around my ankles, baring my skin to the cool air. He kept his eyes locked as he slowly knelt down before me, and then he took a long, hungry look at my body.
Evan untied the boots he bought for me and slipped them and the socks from my feet before working my pants free and tossing them aside. He lifted my right foot from the floor and pressed a gentle kiss to it before settling it back on the carpet.
He kissed my left ankle, my right shin, and then my left knee cap, criss-crossing delicate touches up my legs. He kissed both thighs and then licked his lips when he looked at my cock. It was just over five inches long, uncut, and surrounded by red curls, and Evan was admiring it like it was his favorite treat.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my tip, causing my body to shiver again. No one had ever touched me this way; any way. They used me, but Evan was adoring me, making sure I felt pleasure.
I whimpered when he wrapped his lips around my crown and sucked gently. He flicked his tongue across my slit, tickling my sensitive flesh.
Evan slid his lips along my length until every inch was inside his warm, wet mouth and my tip brushed against the back of his throat. I moaned as he bobbed his head back and forth, sucking a slow stream of pre-cum from me and lapping up every drop.
He moved faster, sucking hard and swallowing, massaging my cock with the muscles of his throat. He snapped his head back and forth, slamming his lips into my thick pubes.
My knees went weak and I gripped onto his shoulders for support. My whole body rocked with the force of his movement. A hot tingle bloomed deep in my stomach and quickly spread down into my balls. They rolled and tightened and I cried out Evan's name as I erupted, spurting thick gobs of cum into Evan's mouth. He swallowed everything I gave and then licked my flesh clean as I gasped to catch my breath.
Evan stood up and trapped my cheeks in his hands. Fire danced in his pupils when he looked into my eyes before descending on me and taking my lips with his. He kissed me deeply, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I tasted my own essence on his flesh; it was dirty, raw, and wonderful.
I gasped when he leaned down and gripped the backs of my knees before hauling me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tightly as he carried me through the house towards our bedroom. His strength and need got my blood pumping again, and, thanks to shifter recovery time, my spent dick rose once more.
Evan gently laid me on the bed before stripping his clothes off, nearly tearing the fabric with his speed and determination. I marveled at his naked body; his frame was broad and strong and his torso was taut and smooth. His legs were thick and hairy and his cock - sweet heavens, his cock - was glorious. It stood at attention at about eight inches and veins bulged beneath his meaty flesh.
"I'll be gentle," he said quietly when he saw me eyeballing his impressive manhood.
I knew it instinctively, but I appreciated his respect and concern, so I smiled and told him, "Thank you."
He grabbed a bottle from a drawer before approaching the bed and crawling onto the mattress, hovering his thick body over mine. He kissed me soundly and whispered against my lips, "I want to make love to you."
"Yes," was the only word that my enraptured brain could muster.
Evan propped up onto his knees and I missed his heat against my body, but my heart beat wildly in anticipation as he opened the bottle and poured clear liquid onto his fingers. "This will help open you up," he explained. "I never want to hurt you." My heart warmed and I nodded my understanding.
I held my breath when Evan pressed a slick finger to my hole. "I'll go slow," he promised. "Tell me if you need to stop." I nodded again.
Evan slowly pushed the tip of his finger inside me. My skin stretched to take him in, but it didn't hurt. He pressed again and inch by inch, his digit slid into my body. Once his palm bumped against my cheeks, he asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I answered breathily. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Not only was it not painful, it felt incredible. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fill me up and make me his. "Please, I need more."
Evan moaned and pulsed his finger in and out of my tight hole. My channel relaxed and invited a second finger, which Evan gave. He scissored his digits apart and twisted them all around my walls, hitting spots that made my eyes roll back and brought his name to my lips.
Soon his hand slapped against my ass as he fingered my hole fiercely as I begged for more. And then it disappeared. My eyes flew open and I raised my head to protest, only to find Evan pouring the liquid over the length of his cock.
"It's okay," he promised, tossing the bottle away. "I've got you. I'll make you feel so good."
He lowered himself over me again, keeping his weight off of my body. Evan shifted his hips until the tip of his cock pressed against my stretched, readied hole. "Ready?"
I answered him by hooking my legs around his back and pulling him into me, sinking every inch of his dick inside my ass as we both moaned aloud.
He went still for a moment, staring into my eyes. A wave of emotions crashed over me; joy, gratitude, and abundant love. They were all the things Evan felt for me, and I felt for him too. I was overwhelmed with happiness from having him in my life and in my body. Our souls were fated and we were one, always.
Evan pulled back and entered me again as I moaned his name. His dick filled me perfectly, pressing against my walls and rubbing along a spot that caused stars to dance before my eyes.
"How does it feel?" Evan asked between ragged breaths as his hips pumped faster.
"So good," I groaned before pulling him with my legs again, sinking him further inside me.
He snapped his hips in a frenzy. His pelvis slapped against my hairy balls, drawing my cries of pleasure out into the room. My head spun and my heart pounded. My stomach dropped and my balls lifted. I screamed my mate's name as another powerful orgasm ripped through me. My cock jerked and spilled my seed between us.
Evan breathed in the scent deeply and thrusted even faster. He chanted my name with increased desperation until he buried himself inside me and grunted through his teeth as he came. His flesh pulsed against my hole as warmth flooded my channel.
Evan kissed me hard, pouring all of his love into my mouth so that I could taste it. It was fucking delicious.
When we both settled down and caught our breath, Evan pulled his softening cock from my hole and hurried to the bathroom and back, carrying a wet cloth. He gently cleansed and kissed my body before we snuggled together beneath the warm blankets.
Evan wrapped his strong arm around me and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. He kissed my untamed curls and whispered, "I love you, Archie."
"I love you too." A yawn stretched my jaws and I nuzzled closer to him, drawing the blankets further up my body.
"Sleep well," was the last thing I heard before drifting off into slumber.
