“Can I come in? Talking to you through the glass is hard. I can barely smell you and I want to see your face. I feel like I’m missing part of this conversation.”
“Come in fast. Don’t let the steam out.”
“Are you secretly a stalk of broccoli trying to steam yourself?” he chuckled.
A soft thud of his clothes hitting the floor and then he slipped into the shower with me and closed the door behind him.
“You really are steaming yourself, mate,” he smiled as I waved the steam out from in front of his face so that I could see him.
“It’s not too hot for you, is it? You made it a lot cooler the other day.”
“The steam is fine. I’m sure my fur will be wrinkle free later. I’m not stepping into the water, but the steam is fine,” he said.
Furry shifters were always weenies about hot water.
“But he’s our barbed weenie!”my dragon shot off into my thoughts.
“Okay, it’s off topic but I have to ask,” I said.
“Okay. That’s why I came into your sauna,” Beal nodded.
“How do you have money if you don’t work?”
“We have resources, and you can trade them for Earthside money,” he shrugged. “We don’t use money where I come from. Not in the way you do anyway. So, we just keep stacks on hand for when someone needs to come over here. We have it for other worlds too.”
“That’s fair,” I nodded.
“I’ve heard that alphas aren’t always as involved with child rearing as they should be over here. Sure, making a baby is fun, but why am I going through all the trouble of making a baby and making you uncomfortable for months, if not to raise the kid too? You don’t get to have all the fun.”
“I know this is why you give courting gifts. I just—”
“Suddenly realized we barely know each other in this lifetime and you’re not sure if I saved you from Jon just to lock you in the house and make you raise an army of children?”
“Kind of that,” I chuckled.
“No, you don’t get to keep our children all to yourself. I’ll probably even insist on giving you belly and foot rubs while you’re pregnant. I mean, you might try to take off my hand if you’re in a bad mood but I’m fast and not risk adverse.”
“I didn’t even think to ask if you wanted kids before…”
“You knew I did. Why else would I prove that I can provide for them? Invisible children eat invisible food.”
“Our children will not eat cheetah paws or beaver tails!” I said, stomping my foot playfully and nearly slipping.
Beal caught me right before I landed on my ass and pulled me against his damp, naked body. My dick instantly came to attention, and I realized how slick I already was. I had climbed into the shower to clean up for a romp after all.
“What about hyena hearts?” he whispered in my ear.
“No!” I said, leaning forward and using my weight to walk him back a few steps until his back found the shower wall. Then I sank onto my knees and took his already hard dick in my hand. His barbs were soft and my hand slid easily over them. A growl-moan escaped from deep within his belly, but this time Beal didn’t push me away. I rested one hand on the wall next to his hip so that my arm blocked his path to slide open the shower door. This time he wouldn’t run away or give me excuses why I couldn’t taste him. It’d been a long few days and I was finishedwith all the waiting. In all my days, I never had a man say no to head until I met Beal. Only now he wasn’t saying no. He wasn’t saying anything aloud as I stroked him there in the steamy shower. His hips rocked in time with my fist, and I licked the water droplets off his lower abs. He was fucking breathtaking.
He ran one hand over my wet hair, gathering it up as he went to keep it out of my face. I licked his skin again, reveling in its salty taste.
“Does it feel good when the barbs are touched?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’s all the same thing,” he nodded. “One part of us that doesn’t shift all the way to human automatically. They also almost always ensure conception too. It’s like they push stuff in further or something. We’re not one hundred percent sure why it happens that—”
“Way,” I finished the sentence for him as I squeezed his dick tight before sliding my hand down over his tip already dribbling precum.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
