Chapter 70
When Daniel turned back to me, his eyes his own deep brown, he looked devastated.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to lose control like that!” He cried as he helped me to my feet.
“It’s alright, I’m okay. I’m just not ready for that yet. I’m sorry.” I muttered, unable to look him in the eye. I couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in them, I didn’t want him to think by not wanting to be marked yet I was rejecting him. His fingers gently lifted my chin.
“You have nothing to apologise for. I went too far, I’m sorry.” He whispered; his hot breath fanned my face.
“No, it was your wolf, and I understand the impulse,” I replied, kissing him softly. “I love you.” I breathed between hot open-mouthed kisses.
“Fuck, Charlie, I love you so much.” He groaned as I trailed kisses down his neck, over his chest and down his abs, until I was kneeling on the floor. I wrapped my mouth around him, took all of him in and slowly sucked him deeper inside my throat. His head snapped back, and he hissed through his teeth as I started to build up speed. His hand slid into my hair, as I found my rhythm. “Oh, fuck...” he sighed, as I flicked my tongue over the tip at the end of each bob of my head, “fuck, yes" he moaned a little louder. “Oh, GODDESS!” He yelped as I lowered my head again, I sucked his right ball softly, then his left, then both, I ran my tongue around and then between them while my hand pumped his member. His grip on my hair tightened, and his body shuddered as I licked the length of his shaft.
“Do you want me to stop?” I teased; the hot water flowed down his sculpted body, droplets landed on my lashes and made it almost impossible to look up at him, and gauge his response.
“Don’t you dare!” he growled menacingly as his head snapped down, his eyes glared at me intensely. “Fuck you make me crazy!” he cried, as I wrapped my lips around his erection again, my head moved up and down him, as I regained my momentum and pace. My fingers gently squeezed and teased his balls. I felt his body stiffen and knew he was close, I could taste his pre-cum and slurped it up greedily, my tongue circled and lapped over every inch of him. Until, he shuddered and moaned, and filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed and watched as the sensation washed over him, he laughed as I continued to suck him clean, his now sensitive member twitching, and his body, trembling the longer I held on. “You have to stop,” he almost begged as he pulled me up his body.
“Boo, that’s no fun.” I pouted.
“But if you don’t stop, I’m going to have an aneurysm!” He exclaimed as he kissed me, hungrily.
“Fine, but only if I can wash you this time,” I said with a smile, he gave me a quizzical look, not understanding what I meant. “You always wash my hair and body when we shower, I want to wash you too,” I explained, feeling bashful.
“I do it because I enjoy it, and it’s a part of mating for Lycans, just like biting is a part of it. I don’t do it expecting you to wash me in return.” He said as he turned me around and grabbed a shampoo bottle. He massaged my scalp, working the product into a lather.
“But I want to.” I hummed as his fingers skilfully worked their way through my hair. “Don’t female Lycans wash their mates?” I asked, there wasn’t a lot of information online, but from what I had read it was part of the wolf’s courtship to groom each other, I assumed it was the same for Lycans.
“They do, but I don’t expect you to do that for me. Not if it makes you uncomfortable.” He ran his fingers through my hair, rinsing the suds out. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and turned around.
“I would really like to take care of you, the way you take care of me,” I said firmly, I searched his beautiful brown eyes for his reaction. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders, turned around and bent his knees so I could wash his hair. I used my fingertips to gently massage his scalp, working the shampoo into a lather, the same way he had done for me. Then rinsed his hair in the same fashion, he straightened up when I was finished, and grabbed the conditioner. He turned me around and worked the product into the tips of my hair, gently combing it through with his fingers. When he was done rinsing, I turned around and held up the bottle questioningly. “No, I don’t use that.” He said shaking his head. I grabbed his shower gel and a loofah, lathering it up so I could wash his body.
“If you don’t use conditioner, how do you know how to use it?” I asked, curious if he had bathed with anyone else.
“It’s going to sound strange to a human.” He replied as I began washing his neck and shoulders, slowly working my way down his chest.
“Tell me anyway,” I said, as I moved around him to wash his back and wide shoulders, I made sure I was as thorough as he was whenever he bathed me but was mindful of his wound.
“Male Lycans are taught by their father how to bathe their mates. My father taught me and Ben when we were quite young, by having us watch him bathe our mother. Nudity isn’t sexualised in Lycan communities, we often see each other naked after we shift. And it isn’t always sexual when you bathe your mate either. For us, it’s about creating a bond between couples, so whenever my mother was in the tub, my father would bring us in and show us how to wash her hair. His father taught him the same way.” I thought about it as I continued my work down his legs.
“That’s actually kinda beautiful,” I replied, shocking him with my opinion. “I wonder if that’s why domestic abuse and rape is so much more common in the human world?” I pondered out loud. “If boys were taught to treasure their partners and nudity wasn’t portrayed as dirty or sexual, maybe there would be fewer sexual assaults,” I commented as I stood up after I finished soaping up all of his body. I noticed he was smiling at me strangely. “What?” I asked, nervous I had said something silly.
“I’ve been dreading talking to you about this, I was worried you would think it was perverted or wrong, for a boy to see his mother in the tub.” He replied, still smiling.
“I mean, it’s not like your dad was doing anything sexual, he was just washing her hair, so I guess I don’t see the big deal.” I shrugged unsure of how to respond. He pulled me towards him and kissed me passionately.
“I love how accepting you’ve been to all this, our traditions, and rituals.” He said as he leaned over to get a new loofah and shower gel for me. I smiled at his excited attitude; he began washing me in return.
“Why don’t you tell me more, like, if the council doesn’t banish me, what would tradition say happens after that?” I asked, feeling more like myself, the many questions my brain had stored away for later came floating to the surface of my consciousness.
“Well, first we would mark each other, if we hadn’t already, then we would plan the Luna ceremony. But the past twenty or so years some Alphas have postponed the Luna ceremony until after the wedding.” He shrugged.
“But me accepting them accepting me isn’t me like formally promising the pack I’ll be Luna, right?” I asked, a humourless laugh escaping my lips, I was suddenly paralysed with fear.
“Not formally, no.” He replied with a grin.
“So.. informally?” I asked as I suppressed an anxiety attack.
“Informally, yes, you are announcing your intention to be their Luna.” He said with a smirk as his hand slipped between my thighs. I moaned quietly as he stroked my clit, his mouth kissed and bit my thigh.
“What h-happens in a Lu...na ceremony?” I moaned as his strokes increased their pace.
“You would wear a white or silver dress in honour of the moon, which the Luna is named after, you walk through the pack, which will gather to welcome you. We make an oath to each other and the pack, and that’s pretty much it.” He mumbled against my stomach as my body jerked, my fingers entwined in his hair.
“Except the part you’re leaving out?” I whimpered as my orgasm built.
“Shh, let me take care of you, we can talk about this later.” He said as his fingers slid inside me, his strokes to my clit replaced with the soft circles of his thumb. I gripped his shoulders as I fell into him, my body trembled as my orgasm built. I began chanting his name as I approached the peak, I screamed it as I climaxed. I hummed in relaxation and satisfaction; he finished washing me quickly and led me out of the shower. We wrapped ourselves in towels and I followed him into the bedroom, I watched him dig through some draws for his sweats. I waited until he turned to me, with an ‘I’m not dropping this' look on my face. “What?” he asked me perplexed. I rolled my eyes at him.
“What happens at the Luna ceremony Daniel?” I asked sternly.
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