“Beal,” I whispered his name again and again as his thrusting drew out my orgasm. “Cum inside me. I want to feel it all pouring into me.”
My words brought him over the edge, and he growled as his warm, sticky semen exploded inside me. I caught his mouth in a hungry kiss just to taste the pleasure on his tongue. He was so fucking tasty. We didn’t bother to make our way back to the shower to clean up. We fell asleep messy and still entwined with each other. Cleaning up would just have to be an afternoon problem.
Chapter Sixteen
Beal
Moonscale London
I woke up to the smell of meat on the grill. Raiel must’ve found the big backyard grill and set to cooking. I hadn’t seen the grill with my own eyes, but I knew it was there because Nic knew it was there.
“He better be watching the kitten too,”my cat rambled off into my thoughts as I snuggled into Nic’s back.
He was warm and cozy and smelled so fucking content that I hated to budge up for a shower but eventually I convinced myself to get out of bed. He’d wake up hungry soon and I wanted to be ready as quickly as possible to go downstairs with him.
“He needs cleaned up too,”my cat pointed out.
He did but one thing at a time was all anyone could do. Besides, he was the one sent to the hospital, not me. I took a quick shower and dried up the bathroom from all the water we got all over the place earlier in the day. By the time I made it back to the bedroom Nic was up and scrolling on his phone.
“News?” I asked, unsure of what he was looking for. I didn’t bother with the mobile phones that Earthsiders loved but knew a lot of them claimed they were reading the news.
“A lot of coverage,” he nodded. “Shiny Butt isn’t being dragged, surprisingly. A lot of people are commenting about Jon and them, though. Apparently, they were just slimy.”
“I’m sorry he was a slimeball who had to die,” I said. “Do you want to shower and I change the bedding?”
Nic glanced down at his stomach and back up at me.
“I don’t know if you’re pregnant or not. I helped make the mess. So, it’s only natural that I help clean it up,” I shrugged.
“I’m going to take you up on that offer just in case offers like that don’t keep coming,” he grinned.
“Do you know how long I lived alone? No one changes the sheets for me. I do it. Cleaning is a survival skill not an Alpha/Omega gene thing.”
Nic stole a quick kiss and disappeared into the bathroom. I almost followed him, but we might’ve gotten caught in a loop of showering and romping. Which would be fine later, but it was well past lunchtime and Nic needed to eat.
“Just in case he’s pregnant,”my cat said.
“Because he’s hungry,” I chuckled.
I made my way downstairs to the laundry room with the sheets and started the machine before heading to the backyard to find Raiel at the grill. He was turning over hotdogs while the little orange kitten stared up at him like he was the one who stole all the milk. He mewed when he saw me and went straight into telling me all about how Raiel wasn’t sharing all the meat he hunted from the box and that he was a big fat thumb-weilding bully.
“Oh really?” I laughed and held out my hand for the little guy. He ambled over for me to pick him up.
“If he thinks I’m a bully wait until he meets the vet,” Raiel grinned.
“Has it been quiet today?” I asked, looking up at the early evening sky.
“Yeah. No one’s made a peep since you two passed out except for him. He’s been grumbling since I took the stuff out of the fridge. Some of these hotdogs are bigger than he is!” Raiel laughed.
“Ah, be nice! He’ll grow big and strong, won’t you, buddy?”
The consensus was that he would NOT grow big and strong, and it would be all Raiel’s fault. Which he made sure to attempt to tell Nic as soon as he walked barefoot into the back yard only wearing a pair of light blue pants that looked both really sexy and really comfy.
“I think I got most of that,” Nic laughed. “Who knew the best way to learn a new language is to get bit by a native speaker?”
After we ate, Nic went to peek in on his mother and Raiel went off to relocate the rest of the cats. Alone with the kitten, I wondered what my mate would call him. With the others gone, I fed him tiny pieces of cold hotdog that he growled at while he ate. He wasn’t so different from the kids back home except that he’d never shift into a person.
A short-ish dragon walked by the back fence in a guard uniform and I rolled my eyes. I didn’t need to ask to know where he was headed.
