Chapter Twenty-Five (!)

(!) = smut; important to the plot

My smut may be a little rusty because it's been a VERY long time since I've written it in full, hopefully as the story progresses, it'll get better.

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Kian

I love the beach!

Well...maybe not the sand, but everything else is amazing! I love the hot sun warming my skin and the gorgeous waves washing up on the sand. I love how it looks like the sky and the ocean merge together. I love the trees and the faint breeze blowing the smell of salt water all around. It's just so amazing and beautiful.

Bridger and I join Char and Katie who sit on a rock stuck between the sand and the water. We had to carefully walk down the edge of the cliff we were on to get to the beach but I'm sure a path can be cleared to make it easier in the future. The sun is somehow brighter down here and I have to squint to see anything. Sweat beads at my forehead and I have to fight against my shirt, peeling it off of my sweaty skin every second.

Char took her shirt off. When we make it down to them, I see her sitting there in just a bra and shorts. I'm not sure where she got the shorts. She leans against the rock, her tanned skin shining under the sunlight and her blonde curls tied in a bun. I wipe my own hair from my face and neck. I want to tie mine up too.

"Bridger, it's so hot," I don't mean to whine, but the sweat makes me, "do you have a hair tie?"

I don't know why he would have one considering his hair is too short to need one. He looks down at me as I gather all my curls into my hand and hold it in place, scrunching my nose as sweat trickles down my neck.

"You look good like this," Bridger comments instead of helping me. I feel his fingers on my shirt and somehow I get even hotter. I quickly leave him, walking to Char to ask her for a tie, instead. She hands me one and tells me I should take my shirt off since it's too hot to have one on.

I don't because I don't want anyone to see me like that. I don't look as good as her with her tanned skin and perfect abs. I've eaten a lot since living with Bridger...enough to get a little fat around my belly and my skin would likely blind everyone here.

Somehow Katie found the confidence to take her shirt off. She runs around in her bra and yet another pair of shorts I don't know how she got. Her bra is more showy than Char's and I wonder where and how she got it but I also want to scold her for showing so much skin. But she doesn't seem to care and neither does Char so I stop caring too. She looks happy and too amazing with hair long black hair pulled in some kind of bun-pony-tail.

"Kian!" Katie yells from where she stands, knee-deep in the crystal water. "Come get in!"

"I don't have shorts on," I call out only for Bridger to press a pair against my stomach. "Where did you get these?"

"Vic brought some. He figured no one would have any, said something like you guys come to the coast without any swimming trunks? Really. He gave me these skimpy ones and, at first, I thought they were for you, but the waist wouldn't fit you so I guess my cheeks are going to be out when they get wet. That's no matter, right?"

I laugh at how he imitates Vic. I can tell he doesn't really like him but I don't know why. Vic seems nice, he's very talkative and talks with his body a lot but he seems okay.

I look at both pairs and one is considerably shorter than the other with a wider waistband. Both have strings in the front to tighten them, but it seems Bridger has already chosen which pair goes to whom. I don't mind it, his body will likely look amazing in those short shorts. When they get wet, they'll definitely become tight around his legs and let everyone see what he hides behind his loose-fitting pants. A normal werewolf would get angry at the idea of their partner showing off, but I like it. I like seeing him confident.

I take my shorts and look around for a place to change. Bridger points at a boulder that sticks out against the mountainside. The beach continues around it so it provides a sort of wall-like shelter that I can change behind.

"Don't watch me change," I say as I walk behind the boulder. Bridger hums and stays in place, leaning his back against the side of the rock that faces everyone else. He looks like a bodyguard with his big arms crossed against his chest and hard face.

I quickly change into the weird-feeling shorts. They feel like paper, but I guess it's better material to get wet than denim or cotton. I've never gone swimming before so I feel nervous as I look out at the water that seems to go on forever and ever. A memory surfaces of a time when the evils (I'm calling them evils now) used to use water to punish me. As a pup, they'd hold my head down and wouldn't let me come up for air or they'd spray me with such force that the water once broke a rib.

But today is different. I'm doing it because I want to. Nothing bad will happen. The water looks nice and calm and no one is waiting to hold me underneath it.

"You okay?" Bridger asks from the other side of the rock.

"Yep," I say, "I just...I've never been in the ocean before. Will it disrespect the Meri because it's like walking into their home without permission?"

"Not at all, as long as you don't leave any objects in their home. Don't pee either, that's very weird. Come on, I'll go with you."

Bridger takes my hand in his and we walk towards the wet sand where the water pushes up against our ankles. The wet sand feels strange under my toes and the water is a weird temperature – both warm and cold but not uncomfortable. Slowly, we go deeper into the water to join Katie as she splashes water onto herself.

"Don't drink it!" Katie says once she sees us. "It's nasty."

"It'll fuck up your stomach too," Bridger says, "you're basically drinking Meri piss."

Katie's eyes go wide and she stares at him in horror. Her mouth goes wide as she starts spitting whatever remains of the water off of her tongue. I laugh as I let go of Bridger and steady myself against the water that pushes me around. I'm waist-deep and I find it hard to stand straight up.

"I can't swim so we shouldn't go further out," I say. Katie can't swim either so I have no idea how she's so brave to want to keep going further.

"I want to meet a mermaid!" Katie says as she flops over onto her back–

"Katie!" I exclaim, lurching forward to grab her. I almost slip as the water pushes against my face and makes my heart drop. I feel Bridger's arm wrap around my waist to steady me again, but this time I don't let it go. Katie giggles and moves away from me.

Irritated I say, "that's not funny, you can drown."

She doesn't listen so I figure if she wants to drown, she can and Char can save her. Char watches her as she relaxes against the rock, in no hurry to stop her mate from trying to drown herself.

The day continues like this. Bridger eventually goes back to the sand but I don't want to so I stay in with Katie. We fight each other playfully and Mika eventually joins, jumping onto my back and almost pulling me under water. Jenna sits on the sand with her pup until I see Bridger lean over and hold his hand out, offering to take Haily. I see hesitation for a second before she takes her wrap off and hands Hailey over. I smile at that. I want all my friends to trust Bridger, especially Peyton.

"I bet Peyton would love this," Jenna says with her head against my shoulder. We're sitting on the sand now in one big circle. Even Dr. Edkard is here.

"Yeah, he will," I say confidently, "he hates cold weather so when he comes here, he'll love it."

Cold weather isn't enjoyable for any omega. We can't regulate our body temperature like the others and we were never given warm coats or blankets. We won't have to worry about that here, we can sleep outside under the stars in our underwear if we want to.

Jenna hums. She watches Bridger cradle Hailey to his bare chest. She's awake and has her tiny hand against his breast. He holds her confidently as if he's always held babies and it's second nature to him.

Watching him be so gentle with little Hailey does something funny to my stomach. The feeling is different from when we kiss and hold each other. Stupid omega genes, I decide.

"Bridger looks good with Hal," Jenna whispers as she squints her eyes at me. "I bet you were thinking that, though."

She always reads my mind and we don't even have a mind link.

"Shush," I say, shoving her away from me.

He looks really good. Hailey's – I refuse to call her Hal, because that's a terrible nickname – little arm reaches up and Bridger notices, bringing his face down so she can rub her little fingers against his face. Bridger looks down at her as he rocks her slowly. He looks up when he notices both of us looking. His face does something weird and I notice just a small bit of a pink. Did he...did he blush?

Goddess.

"That's something I've never seen before," Jenna whispers.

"Do you want her back?" he asks, "sorry. She's just so cute."

"It's fine," Jenna giggles, leaning onto me, "I've never seen a higher-rank be so cute with a pup before."

Bridger laughs but he seems embarrassed. I hear Corzo snort and I want to glare at him but I don't. All the higher ranks should take note and be just like Bridger; kind, loving, beautiful soul, mind, and body. Bridger is just amazing.

He hands Hailey back to Jenna. She has a head full of hair just like her mother; we'll have to cut it when she's older, I heard the hair grows back much prettier and Jenna has always wanted to keep her pup's hair from the first haircut. She's never gotten to until now and I'm going to make sure she gets to.

It's dark when we all decide to head back. Vic says he'll stay in my packhouse for the first few days to make sure all the technology and everything is working. He asks my permission, though, and I agree. He still needs to put Bridger's hand print thing into the lock thing.

Now, freshly showered and not smelling like the salty water and sand, Bridger and I lie beside each other in my bed. My bed is big and soft, the only bad thing is it doesn't smell like Bridger. I hope when he leaves tomorrow that it will and that his scent will last a while on the sheets before I have to wash them.

The thought of leaving Bridger for so long is terrifying. He's opened doors of wonder for me and I feel like he's closing one of them, that one being us. I know he's not and I know I'm just being dramatic but it's scary thinking of a life without him being physically with me.

I stare at him while he stares at the ceiling. Tomorrow we will officially say goodbye – see you later, as Bridger put it – and then I'll have to rely solely on my phone to talk to him. It makes me upset knowing that I won't be able to cuddle up to his big, warm frame. That my bed here in this new place will only have me in it. That I won't be in his cozy cabin, waking up early to make breakfast, or watch the nymphs busy themselves with nature outside his home.

He's made me...happy to be who I am. Happy to serve him because he also serves me, happy to care for him because he also cares for me. I feel better about doing what I'm wired to do because he doesn't make me feel like I have no choice.

Parting feels uncomfortable, but it has to be done, I know that. I just...I want this night to be a little longer than all the other nights. I want to lay with him a few hours longer.

"I'll miss you," I whisper. I don't want my loud voice to break the peaceful air that's settled between us.

"I think I'll miss you more," Bridger says, turning his head to face me. "So much more."

I smile and shake my head but I don't try to argue with him. I want our "see you later" night to be special but I don't know how to make it special. I don't know what I want. I just want us to hold each other and but not fall asleep or kiss each other until our lips fall off. I just want it to be special because my heart already misses him so much despite him being right next to me.

"Bridger," I whisper as I run my finger up his arm, "what do you want to do? I-I don't want to fall asleep, I don't want this to be over so fast."

He stares at me for a while and I try to hold his gaze. After a while, I can't so I stare at my finger going up and down his arm. My nose twitches when the scent in the room gets a bit heavier. My body responds to it faster than I can think. My stomach flips and something strange washes over me as I slowly press myself closer to him.

Bridger moves. He slides closer to me before burrying his face into my neck. My skin heats and I feel my face flush as a chill climbs up my spine. It's not unpleasant and I'm shocked at the feeling of his skin against mine.

"Bridger..." I whisper as soon as my mind catches up.

I realize what's happening and my heart speeds up a bit. Bridger and I have done stuff in the past, but something tells me that we're going to go a little further tonight; that we're going to claim each other. What surprises me is that I'm not scared. I...I feel something different. I don't know if I want this happen now but I know that I don't want to stop either.

"Only if you want to," Bridger says. His body is over mine now. I naturally start to shake and he tries to move off of me, but I stop him. I don't know what I want, I just want him. I bring his head down to kiss me and I barely notice how he settles his body onto mine, between my trembling legs.

"You can say no," Bridger whispers. "What's the rule?"

I take a deep breath and whisper, "I-I can stop you...if it gets t-too far."

He nods. He'll stop. He won't hurt me. He's Bridger and I can trust Bridger. Just like all the other times.

My breathing picks up when he presses his lips against my neck. Sparks travel up my spine and I try to press my body against Bridger's more than it already is. I hold onto his shoulders as he rubs his nose further down, his hot breath slowly settling my nerves. He's slow with his movements so I can enjoy them all the more and guess where he'll touch next. I think he does this on purpose.

"Can I take your shirt off?" Bridger asks as he rises and takes his own off. I feel my skin burn with heat as I watch his body stretch to take his shirt off. His muscles flex and he looks so strong as he stretches above me. He tosses it on the floor next to my bed and looks down at me.

I knew that he was built well underneath his clothes. Every time I hugged him or held him close when we laid together, I could feel his muscles under his shirt. His body is packed with muscle but underneath skin that tells me he eats well (I would know since I know exactly what he eats). I'm sure if he held himself in different positions and strained, the muscles would stand out more than they do now. He looks amazing and I have to swallow down the drool that threatens to spill out of my mouth.

Slowly, I sit up. I flinch when his hands travel underneath my shirt. He slides his hands up my body, making me release a shuddering breath when his thumbs pass by my nipples. Something I can't describe floods my body when his hands barely touch them. I want him to do it again, but I'm too embarrassed to ask. I'm too self-conscious when he finally takes my shirt off and drops it to the floor next to his.

When I lie back down, he doesn't immediately follow. He stays on his knees above me. The way he looks down at me makes me squirm. I try to cover myself but he moves my arms to either side of my body.

"Don't hide from me," he says as he slowly runs his hands down my chest and to my stomach. "You're gorgeous, I want to see all of you, okay?"

His words make me want to hide even more.

Finally, he comes back down, hovering over my body and kissing me on the lips. I gasp when he moves down to my collarbone, placing his lips against my skin. Heat travels downwards and I feel myself getting hard. He sucks hard and I close my eyes, feeling myself slowly unravel against his touches.

I can't help the sound that escapes when he finally places his lips over my nipple. My back arches and I try to close my legs that he's settled himself between. They don't close and he continues to suck while using his hand to rub and twist the other one.

"B-Bridger," I don't even know if I say his name aloud. I guess I did because he hums as he moves his head to do the same thing to my other nipple.

I can't speak, I don't know why I said his name in the first place. I just toss my head back as another sound escapes my throat. Without thinking, I raise my hips. I need something to rub against me down there and Bridger obliges, bringing his hips down onto mine. This time, I'm loud. Embarrassingly so.

I take my hand away from Bridger's body and cover my mouth with it. He looks up at me and takes my hand away from my mouth.

"I want to hear you," he says. His green eyes pin me in place. I can't form a reply. I just nod and he goes back to kissing my chest. He sucks my skin between his teeth, likely leaving marks as he travels further and further down.

Instinctively, I grab his hand when I feel his fingers dip underneath the waistband of my pants. He looks at me, probably wondering if I'm going to stop him. I don't want to stop him.

"It's okay if you're not ready," he says.

I swallow and take a deep breath.

"I want to," I say, "I just..."

I trail off because I don't even know what I want. I know that I don't want him to stop and I know that I want him, but I'm also scared.

"You take control then," Bridger says.

He moves from hovering over me and relaxes back against the headboard. The absence of his heat makes me shudder as the cold air in the room hits me. I sit up and he gestures for me to come near him. I do, slowly pulling one of my legs over his so that I'm straddling him.

I press my lips against his. He takes me greedily, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I rock my hips against his, the friction making my legs shake.

But I want Bridger to touch me. Still kissing him, I grab his hand and place it flat against my back. He lightly runs his fingers up and down my spine before dropping his hand lower. I hum into his mouth when his hand cups my butt through the fabric of my pants. I don't want to ruin my pants and I can feel the wetness down there soaking through my underwear. So I break our kiss and move off of Bridger to take my pants off. I try not to think about my body and complete nudity as I do so, not wanting to lose the little bit of confidence I've mustered up. Bridger follows me, taking his own pants off.

"You look perfect," Bridger says, pulling me back to him. He brings my head down so that his lips are against my ear. "Absolutely perfect," he whispers.

His tongue on my ear makes me close my eyes as my body tenses. I hide my face into his neck, my mind too messy to form any response. My eyes widen when I feel his hand knead my naked bottom, his fingers going between my cheeks. I can feel myself dripping and it would be embarrassing if Bridger didn't start rubbing his thumb against me, right where the wetness was coming from.

Suddenly, any coherent thought I had is wiped from my mind and the only thing I can think of is being full. I want him in me. I need him.

"Fuck," he whispers against my neck, "so perfect..."

"B-Bridger," I manage, my hips trying to go lower against his hand. "Pl-Please...can you..."

"Can I what?"

I don't want to say it. I don't want to sound so needy. It brings back too many memories. So instead, I reach behind me and push Bridger's finger into me. I gasp, bringing my hand back around and ignoring the creamy slick on my hand. I press my hands against his shoulders as he starts to push and pull his finger in and out of me.

"Feel good?" Bridger asks, kissing my neck down to my shoulder. I nod, pressing my forehead against his neck and my hand against my padded headboard. I gasp and rock my hips, our members rubbing against each other. He's huge, I can feel his length against my stomach. I'm almost scared of the possible pain that'll come from it. But he won't be rough, I know he won't. All I can think about is him inside of me and how good it will feel as he claims me.

He adds two more fingers. I feel my slick dripping onto his body and some of it slides down my thighs. H fingers make squelching sounds as he pushes them deep inside of me and then out and back in. I close my eyes, my back arching as I lose control of my own body. I drive my hips down, trying to get his fingers deeper.

"Fuck, Kian," Bridger moans, making me tighten my thighs. He sounds so nice. I've never heard a man like him moan before.

He rubs my entrance with his full hand before moving his slick-covered hand between us and stroking himself. I peer down at the clearish-white substance. It makes his member glisten and I can see more oozing onto his stomach from where I hover above him. It...it does something to my stomach. I can already feel myself getting close.

Bridger guides my head up with his dry hand. He kisses deeply as he strokes himself, purposefully bumping his fist against my length.

"Can I go inside?" he asks, "are you ready?"

I nod and I lift my hips, my heart pounding against my chest.

"I don't have condoms," he says, "is that okay?"

"I-It's okay," I just want him in me. He pulls me towards him so that my stomach is pressed against his chest and my butt is pushed outward. My eyes widen when I feel the tip of his manhood against my oozing entrance. I imagine my slick gushing out against his tip and I bury my face in his neck, heat hugging my entire body.

He lifts his hips and pushes himself inside. I choke out something that sounds like a moan, digging my nails into his chest. He moans in my ear and my eyes roll to the back of my head at the noise. His moaning and the wet squelch of him entering me sends me flying.

He takes both my hands into his. I pin his hands against my headboard, driving my palms into his as I roll my hips slowly, trying to get used to the feeling. His length makes me feel so full, I can feel him in my belly, everywhere. I breathe out slowly, the pain quickly subsiding.

"How does it feel?" Bridger asks.

"Ngh– I–" words get all jumbled in my brain. I feel like my brain is liquid and I can't make sense of anything. "Good," I somehow manage to say.

"You feel amazing," he whispers, his tongue licking the outside my ear. He knows that I like that now, it's my spot and it makes my member leak.

"I-I," I shake my head, "I-I've never done this before..."

"Just do what feels good."

I nod and I press my palms deeper into his hands and use that to steady myself as I give into my wants and raise my hips. I raise up and go down. I can feel the veins on his member as I suck him in and it's the weirdest yet best feeling I've ever felt.

I pant above him as I continue to move my hips up and down. He moans beneath me, throwing his head back against the headboard. I let go of his hands and he quickly grabs ahold of my hips. I let him guide me, sinking all the way down and rising back up. He makes me rise until only his head is in me before making me sink back down into him. I cry out as it hits something deep in me, tingles of pleasure flying through every part of my body.

I keep doing that until he grabs my hips to keep me from moving. He spreads his legs a little wider before bucking his hips. I can't even moan as he starts driving his member inside of me.

"B-Bridger!" I exclaim. Our skin slaps against each other and I can't ignore the slick coating mine and his thighs. He moans into my neck, one hand pressing deep into my back while the other holds the back of my thigh, right beneath my butt.

I stiffen above him, my stomach knotting as heat pools inside my member. When he stops, I take over rocking back and forth with him deep inside of me. Tears brim my eyes and I choke out another loud moan before I completely lose myself. I release onto his chest and stomach. He quickly starts stroking me, making me cry out again as I buck my hips, his own member still deep inside.

When I completely empty myself, Bridger rises, pushing my back onto the bed. My legs are spread wide with him between them as he grabs my hips and starts thrusting.

I gasp and hold onto the sheets as I feel myself going completely hard again. He hits parts deep inside that I couldn't when on top of him. It's a completely different feeling and I squeeze my eyes shut, relishing it. He leans over me, his sweat dripping onto my sweaty forehead. I open my eyes and look up at him before looking down. From this angle, I can see him going in and out of me. It feels almost dirty to watch, but I can't look away.

Bridger gently pulls my head back to look up at him. I grab his neck and pull him down to kiss him. I will never be able to get enough of his lips. I wrap my legs around his back and my thighs tighten around him when I feel myself getting close again. I will myself to cum while he's kissing me, moaning loudly into his mouth. He bites my earlobe while I come undone, nipping at my neck and the place where a mark should be. I don't know if it's possible but, somehow, I cum again when he sucks on the skin. My legs shake around him and he picks up pace.

He pants, his moans forming into fast grunts. I throw my head back when I feel him twitch inside of me followed by a burst of warmth. He moans lowly in my ear, pushing himself slowly in and out as he cums inside of me. He lasts longer than me and when he's done, my head is fuzzy that I can barely open my eyes.

Bridger lies himself flat against me, his member still inside. He kisses me gently and I wrap my arms around him, hugging him against me. He pulls my body close to his, wrapping one arm underneath me while sliding his other underneath my shoulder. I shake in his arms and he holds me even tighter.

"That was amazing," he whispers, breathlessly, "you are amazing."

I want to say something but I don't know what. I want to thank him for showing me this new part of me, for showing me that sex isn't scary or should be painful. But I think he knows so I just hold him tight against me, burying my face in his neck. His scent all over me, his breath in my body, and his member still inside of me keep me in this strange, fuzzy feeling that makes me weak all over. We lie like this for a while. And then...

Something dawns on me. It turns me sober from the high he put me in.

"Bridger..." I whisper and he hums, "what...what about your future mate?"

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Way to ruin the mood Kian 🧍🏾‍♀️