James' POV

We sit on the floor of the hallway, the only room in this damned house that doesn't have a clock. We turned our phones off as soon as we arrived, agreeing that this weekend was about Cody, and the two of us, no work allowed, and friends understood.

Jessie and eventually Sloan spent a few hours down at the beach before Cody went crazy in the water, but that only distracted us for a few hours. We ate some food and suffered through a movie before finally giving up on trying to ignore it. At that point we were watching the clocks like its own movie until an impossibly slow minutes drove us to retreat into the hallway.

I had ventured out for some snacks a little while ago and the clock had finally ready ten forty six. Our conversation about how different this beach is from the two in Vollmond lulls, and after reaching for Cody's hand, I stand up. Once's he's standing too, I lead Cody and I into the bedroom, leaving the lights off, though the moon and mana street lamps cast enough light to see the unshed tears in Cody's eyes when he sees the time on the clock.

Eleven fifty three.

My breath catches in my throat, my heart skipping a beat before falling into a sprint, anxiety crawling up my throat. But I try to stay strong, pulling in a deep breath as I sit on the bed, Cody coming sit beside me, shoulder to shoulder.

"Are you scared?" I ask him, ask into the darkness, halfway wishing I could reach into the belly of time and freeze it, preserving this moment. This thin slice of time where we may be or may not, but as long as we never look, we'll never know for sure. But I can't freeze time, and it ticks away, the knowledge inevitably coming to force me to face reality. Whether I want to or not.

Eleven fifty-four.

"Terrified. You?" He asks, his hand dropping between us, reaching for my own hand, which I give him, holding his tightly. I'm unable to turn towards him, unable to face him, fear consuming me, comforting me, challenging me.

"Terrorized." I admit which earns a chuckle but left with silence.

It seems to weigh heavy. All that's been said, and all that's been left to be hangs in the air suspended. Waiting. My breathing stalls, and I realize I don't hear Cody's either, our hands holding on to each other for dear life, neither of us moving an inch.

Eleven fifty-five.

'James? What if-?' Sloan starts, tears clear in his voice, our panic and fear shared.

'I know. I don't know.' I admit, wishing I felt as confident as I did the day I told Cody I was his Mate and that I would make him fall in love with me. I did it.

But now faced with the seconds ticking away, I'm forced to admit that I selfishly dragged Cody into a reality he didn't ask for. Something that could ruin everything depending on how things go.

Eleven fifty six.

I hear Cody sniffing, turning away to hide the faint glistening of his tears in the moonlight, but I don't let him. I use my hand to turn his head, his eyes raising to find matching tears streaming my own cheeks as I squeeze his hand in comfort.

You're not alone.

Eleven fifty-seven.

"James, I love you. Thank you for talking to me. Thank you for bringing me back to life. Thank you for showing me I still have things to live for." He tells me, voice shaking and it breaks me, it fills me, it redeems me.

Eleven fifty-eight

"I love you, too, Cody. I'm sorry if I got your hopes up. Whether sanctioned by Celeste or not, to me, you will always be the one I belong with. Thank you for being there for me even when it was me that was supposed to be strong. I'm here. Always." I promise him, hating the time for slipping away, hating not knowing, hating that something so huge and monumental to us is left up to something as whimsical and crude as fate.

Eleven fifty-nine.

But there's a small part of me that clings into hope. I don't know what it makes of me that I can't let go of it. And honestly I'm not sure I know anything at the moment. All I know for sure is that Cody and Jessie are the loves of my life and all I want to do is spend the rest of my life showing them I'm worthy of the love they so readily give.

Tweleve.

One moment I'm breathing in the salty ocean air and Cody's faint scent, and the next, my nose and senses are flooded with a potent intoxicating scent, one that I recognize as Cody's, though it's never smelled so addictive and amazing as it does now.

I hear Cody gasp and I turn my head to see what he's looking at, only to see him staring at me. And it's as if a veil that was on my eyes has finally been lifted, gone are the mundane distractions that used to take away from the beautiful wolf before me. He hasn't needed his glasses since his visit with Makayla, so his hazel eyes are clear as day, as I take him in. All of him. It's like every single curl on his head is clear to me, every fleck of gold and green among the brown it's own little island of wonder and beauty.

Before, Cody was one being, a solid vessel for the two souls it houses. But now, my eyes are open, and I realize that Cody is a universe full of memories, feelings, experiences, and every single piece of him a new world with a new story to behold and explore.

And I suddenly feel like I'm severely unlearned in all that is him.

Where our hands are intertwined, there's a consuming passionate burn of lightning that flickers through me, stoking a sleeping fire into consciousness. I'm able to turn towards Cody, and watch with goddess eyes as he gets into his knees, throwing his arms around my neck as he cries and laughs at once, the feeling of him in my arms ethereal. Honey and Daisies is all I can smell, the warm lighting awakening my body perfection in every way.

And I realize.

I realize what it means and why Cody's crying, and suddenly my own tears won't stop, relief and humility washing over me, thanking Celeste over and over again as I hold Cody in my arms and just relish what it feels like to hold him here and to know.

Maybe knowing isn't so overrated after all.

I laugh at myself and at how scared shitless I was just moments before, feeling blessed, so blessed for being granted this one wish. Cody pulls away, face wet with tears, wiping his nose on his sleeve as I just stare at him.

I've never seen anyone as beautiful as him.

Before I can even form the thoughts to ask, Cody's eyes look at me, hooded and curious, passionate and immediately calling for my attention. "I've been patient. But I want you to show me what it's like to cum. And I want you to Mark me. I want to be yours, now and forever. I want to be Luna. I want this life so much especially knowing it's really mine." He admits to me, placing his heart in my hands and giving me the chance to learn this new universe that's been revealed to me, Cody's scent and sultry curves calling my name.

"You don't have to convince me. I'm yours. Your mine. And after tonight, no one will question that again." I promise him, wrapping an arm around him as I go to move laying Cody down on the bed, head against the pillows legs open to accommodate me kneeling between them.

His eyes are drinking in every inch of my skin as I go to take off my shirt, sparks shouting through my body as my cock continued to fill, the anticipation in the air thick enough to cut. I pull the fabric over my head and throw it towards the side before standing up on the bed and slowly discarding my shorts and boxers. I watch Cody as he watches me, his tongue slipping out to taste his lips as his eyes travel my chest before hesitantly looking between my legs, my cock pointed almost straight forward, fully hard after being on display for Cody. I lower back to my knees before starting on Codys clothes, reaching forward to remove his tank top before reaching for my lover's shorts. He raises his hips to help, and I'm met with a leaking cock that pulses under my gaze.

I'm quick to get rid of his clothes, tossing them behind me. I admire Cody's smooth caramel skin, a few freckles scattered around his body, my favorite along his inner left thigh.

I travel up his body, keeping some of my weight off of him as I lower my lips to his, brushing them against his soft lips before I deepen it, growling softly when he nibbles at my bottom lip. Our cocks rub against one another and Cody moans, his hips shifting to find that friction again and he finds it, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. I stop him with one of my hands, wanting to take things slow, our first time something I want to look back on fondly when we think of all it all started. Cody whimpers in protest, but listens, stilling his hips though it does nothing to stop his cock from twitches, responding to lightning that passes back and forth between the two of us, our spark live and igniting the passion that burns brightly between us.

I stop our kiss, leaving Cody breathless, gasping as I begin my exploration, kissing his faintly freckled face, every inch, before moving on to the rest of him. I mix the kisses in with a bite. A lick. Sometimes a mix, paying extra attention to his light brown nipples that peak under my touch.

He squirms beneath me, but I ignore him, knowing what he wants, but needing to introduce myself to his body, learn all its dips and curves. The places where he likes me to blow. The spots he likes a tender kiss. Where he wants me to bite him hard enough to make his moan turn to a hiss of pain. His body talks to me and I listen, my face between his thighs now as I ignore his leaking cock, precum dripping onto his quivering stomach. I blow against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, delighting in the new sounds I'm learning he can make. I continue down both legs, getting off of the bed to bend down and place a kiss to each of his ten toes before standing again.

I walk around the side of the bed, my own cock leaking, a string of precum hanging from my cock permanently with the spell Cody has over my body.

He's staring at my cock instead of me, but he hears me all the same when I tell him to, "Turn over."

"Huh? Why?" He whines, his hand going to touch his surely aching cock, but I stop him, instead allowing him to grab my own, growing at the contact. I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to fuck his head until I cum all over his face, my cum and my scent claiming the Omega as mine before I bury my teeth in his neck. He deserves better than that, so I keep my primal urges in check.

"I've only gotten to know half of you, Cody. I'm not done. Don't make me ask again, bean." I warn him and he grumbles something about smacking me with his dick, which I ignore with a roll of my eyes as he settles into his stomach.

I get on the bed, straddling the back of his legs before I start all over again, kissing, sucking and licking my way down his body.

I leave his back dimples behind after a final blow against the now wet skin, earning a shiver and a moan from Cody. I finally reach his ass, giving each cheek a firm bite before soothing the pain with a kiss. I don't move on, instead spreading his ass, granting his puckered hole a lick around it, flicking my tongue against the ring of nerves as Cody moans and tries to run away. I don't let him of course, my free hand coming to keep him still.

"Oh! Oh, fuck, James! I- I think I'm going to cum soon!" Cody suddenly yells when I don't move, moving my hand separating his cheeks to stroke his cock stuck between his legs. "Oh, Celeste!" He cries, shuddering from the force of pleasure rocking through him.

He starts to whimper along with his moans, whatever he's saying lost in passion. He cries my name and his hands fist in my hair, though he's unsure whether to pull me closer or push me away.

"Ahhhhh! Yes! I'm cumming!" He nearly yells and I feel his cum shoot me in the chest as his cock twitches in my hand. He rides his orgasm out by pumping into my hand until he's laying there breathless. I chuckle, trying my best to act aloof though internally I'm beaming with pride with making Cody cum. I honestly just wanted time to focus on his body, though I guess I riled his body up more than I thought.

I kiss each cheek once more before continuing my descent down his legs until I get to his heels which I gift a kiss to.

Once done, I wipe my chest with a shirt from the floor before I climb onto the bed and flip Cody over, his cock halfway deflated although with the unsatisfied hunger in his eyes, I can tell that won't be a problem for long.

"How about I finally claim you as mine?" I ask him quietly, our foreheads touching as I settle my hips on top of his, his legs instinctively coming around my waist.

"I would love nothing more." He admits.

And I go to do just that.

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AHHHHHH it's Cody's birthday you guys! Time for some good old smut. Idk if it'll be here at the White Cabin but YES Jessie and James will fuck in this book as well as Sloan and Cody. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

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