#jamal-parata

[bodhipatel]

"Fuck, wait, that must have come out wrong. That's not what I mean. It's not a competition, that's what I'm saying. I'm just saying that you don't have to worry about hurting my feelings if you spend time with him." || @jamal-parata

[makanixparata-blog]

@jamal-parata

Slowly Makani could feel himself waking up, the dream - whatever it had been - beginning to lift and all he was staring at was the darkness of the back of his eyelids. In the distance, he could hear the nightingale still singing its song, telling him that it was still dark out. But the bed was warm, warmer than it had been when he fell asleep, and he knew precisely what that meant. With a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, but his eyes still closed, Makani rolled over and placed an arm around his mate, tugging him in close as he moved to kiss the spot on his neck where he had bit him all those years ago. “Mm, good morning,” Makani spoke, snuggling closer to Jamal - his massive frame nearly swallowing the younger wolf’s - as he felt his rigid cock press against his ass. “You must’ve slipped in while I was sleeping... missed out on making love to you before bed... gonna have to fix that.”

[bodhipatel]

𝕡𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 | jamal & bodhi

If there was one thing that Bodhi needed more than anything, it was attention. It wasn’t as though it was necessarily in short supply here, but the wolf was aching for it nonetheless. It had been too long since he’d been touched, too long since he’d fallen asleep on someone’s chest, and too long since he’d asked for what he needed. So then... there was Jamal.

It wasn’t night, so the chance that Jamal could give him what he needed was much higher; no intrusions on Jamal’s marriage bed, no intrusions on his heart. Bodhi sought out Jamal at his post, slightly lifting a hand, almost in greeting. Yes, he was needy. And yes, he knew it. “I was wondering,” Bodhi started, intentions utterly transparent, “if you had some time to spare soon. The pup is off... with the caretakers, and... I don’t leave the village for another day or so, so...” So... pay attention to me? || @jamal-parata

[bodhipatel]

may 4

When Bodhi woke up... he knew. There was no doubt in his mind. He felt it, deep, churning and clear and so fucking obvious. It was like an extension of his heat, which had waned in lieu of this other thing... and Bodhi cried. And yet, this time... he didn’t try to bear the tears alone. He hurried to the cabin he shared with Jamal, pounding on the door, a whimpering and whining mess. “Jamal! Alpha! Please... are you here?”  || @jamal-parata

[bodhipatel]

Pre-heat had begun. Bodhi knew it the second he woke up. And everything... everything was amplified. His thoughts first went to Flynn, to the pup who’d bitten another pup in the nursery. To Maddox’s words of encouragement. He thought about Makani, the strange moment when Bodhi had realized that maybe their union would be the thing to complete their veritably holy triad. And he thought about Jamal. About the pup they would conceive in a matter of days. How Jamal had moments where he thought so little of himself, and nothing Bodhi could do would convince him otherwise.

The ugliest voice in the back of Bodhi’s head screamed, It’s because of you. You aren’t good enough, and that’s why.

Bodhi knew it wasn’t true. It didn’t make any kind of logical sense. And even if Bodhi threw logic out of the window, he knew in his heart that a connection like the one he had with Jamal didn’t happen when two people weren’t good enough. Still. Bodhi wasn’t thinking clearly. His nerves were frayed and sensitive. Turning his face into the goosedown pillow, so the others in the family cabin wouldn’t hear, Bodhi wept.

It happened every pre-heat. Something caused some ache in him, self-doubts rising, and he woke up in tears. It was normally then that he would piece himself together and seek out some Alpha who would fuck the insecurities out of him. Within a day, it wouldn’t be quite so ugly, but for now, everything hurt. Bodhi cried until he had no tears left, an overwhelming impulse to see Jamal taking over in its place. Oh. So that was what being mated felt like...

Without bothering to pull himself together, Bodhi pressed tears from his cheeks, loosely tied his trousers in place, shrugged on a loose linen shirt, and sought out his mate. It was early. Not likely to be time for Jamal’s work shift, and Makani was likely gone on his duties as packmaster, so he would have his mate -- the future father to his pups -- by himself. Bodhi knew he didn’t need to knock, but he did anyway, out of respect. And when the door opened, the tears welled up again, eyes puffy and red, a sudden and inexplicable ball of need. “I, uh... I started my... my pre-heat, and I...” He sniffled. Lifted the back of his hand to wipe his nose. “I needed to see you.” || @jamal-parata

[makanixparata-blog]

@jamal-parata

Almost as soon as he walked into the home he shared with his mate, he could tell from the strong musk in the air that his lover was in rut. It was strong, heady, and it practically had his own cock stiffening up at just the smell alone. “Jay?” Makani called out, quickly following the scent to find his lover on the bed, the sight causing his eyes to darken with lust and a tongue to snake out and wet his lips. “God, Jay... you look fucking incredible.”

[bodhipatel]

"Would it help or not to know I've knotted my fist thinking about what I'm going to do next time I have you beneath me?"

“That’s it. I need you. Now.”

[bodhipatel]

"I'd apologize, but you know I wouldn't mean it. I like that I did that. That I have that power over you. A beast, though, huh? Might have to show you what a real beast fucks like next time..."

“Gods damn it, Jamal, you’re going to make it happen twice.”