When he walked back into the bedroom, Rowan was sitting up in bed, so he took that as a good sign. The food smell must have wafted in, but he hadn’t seemed to have legged it to the bathroom yet.
“How are you feeling?” Mik asked, checking to see if he needed to exit with his offerings.
“So far, so good,” Rowan replied, taking a deep breath. “Smells good.”
Mik placed the tray on his side in case Rowan needed to make a quick getaway. “Looks like we are still a go,” Mikhail noted.
“Hopefully it stays that way.” Ro’s voice was tired.
Mik nodded and watched as his mate went straight for the bread. He ravenously polished off a slice before lifting another and going in for the butter, which he piled on. When Rowan took a bite, he moaned, and it went straight to Mik’s cock.
“Delicious,” Ro sighed, looking up at him.
Mik smiled and nodded again. He left Rowan for a second and went over to the small fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and two little packs of apple juice—the ones that came with straws. He also cut a couple more slices of bread since his mate seemed to be doing well with that.
When he returned, Ro had lifted the tray to his lap and was dipping his bread into the soup before taking a bite. He made that moaning sound again.
“Should I be jealous of the bread?” Mikhail asked as he got in bed too.
“Right now, definitely.” Rowan spoke with his mouth full.
“I’m just happy to see you eating. So the vegetarian meal is a winner huh?”
Rowan nodded but swallowed before he spoke. “Definitely. Although maybe ask me again in a couple of hours.”
That was the truth as they’d learned over the past week.
“Anything new happening with you?” Rowan asked between bites.
“Not really. Spoke to Marcellus today. He’s up in Scotland at the moment, and he’s being cagey about why.”
“I thought he was going to some island or something.”
“Island?” Mikhail shook his head, “Marcel was in Dubai for a little while, then he went to Gambia. We just bought a little resort there. Not sure what’s he’s doing in Scotland”—Mikhail thought about it for a moment—“although we do have family there.”
“Oh?” Rowan asked.
“Mmm,” Mik hummed affirmatively. “Although they are more of the feline persuasion.”
His mate’s eyes widened. “Your cousins are cats? Oh, I bet they’re so cute! I love a chubby cat.”
Mikhail snorted, “Please, I beg you, when you meet them, say that.” He chuckled imagining his Siberian Tiger cousins being called ‘chubby cats.’
“From the look of glee on your face, I have a feeling they won’t love that, so I assume they’re not exactly house cats.”
“Not exactly, think more tigers and the like, although they do have a wolf or two in the mix.”
Rowan’s eyes widened. “I don’t know why it never occurred to me that if there were wolves and foxes, then there would be other…” His mate’s brow furrowed. “Species? Is that what you’re called?”
Mik shrugged, “It’s as good a word as any. And yeah there are definitely more —I’ll use your word—species than just us.”
“That’s pretty cool,” Rowan said. “I would love to see a tiger up close. I bet they’re amazing.”
“And what am I, chopped liver?” Mikhail stuck his lips out. “Wolves are awesome too.”
Rowan snorted, “Yeah, babe, you’re awesome too.”
His heart still jumped when Rowan called him babe or anything like that. If that made him double whipped, then serve him on some waffles.
