With the light coming through the window, Taggart’s brain woke up fast with tumbling thoughts and questions about how things would be after the epic day before. Reality would intrude, but how fast made Taggart anxious. The information he needed to go through would take a lot of time and energy, which meant that Taggart would have less time for Arlo. Would he be upset about that? The couple of Daddies he had more than a play date or two with, had gotten pissed easily when Taggart got lost in the code and forgot the real world existed.
“It’s gonna be alright,” Arlo rumbled, a large hand running up his naked back like Arlo was stroking a cat.
Taggart almost purred as he arched into the touch. “Did you hear all my thoughts, Daddy?” he mumbled, slitting his eyes open, a little scared to look properly at Arlo.
“Em hum.” Arlo kissed his prickly cheek, his hand sliding under his neck, rubbing at the mating mark that made his chubby take notice. “I’m not going to be upset that you have important work to do, darlin’. My only concern will be ‘bout taking care of you.” He rubbed his nose down Taggart’s throat to the mark, he nibbled on the raised skin and Taggart groaned and shivered at the sparks of desire flowing directly to his cock.
He was panting as teeth grazed the mark while the hold Arlo had on his throat was possessive and hot as fuck. He sucked on the skin, and Taggart moved to grind his cock on the thigh between his legs.
“Can I c-come D-Daddy?” he panted and struggled with how good it felt to slide his sticky cock against the firm thigh.
“Yes, darlin’, just let go, Daddy’s got you.”
It took seconds with Arlo’s mouth on his throat, and he shivered and shuddered through his climax, painting Arlo’s thigh.
“Clean up your mess like a good boy.”
Panting and eager, he wriggled down under the covers and lapped up all the cum off Arlo’s thigh, then felt the nudge to his cheek. He twisted his head and sucked the head of the meaty cock into his mouth and groaned at the combined taste of his and Arlo’s cum on his tongue.
“That’s it, use it for your sucky.”
He mouthed at the flesh while fingers ran gently through his hair in a soothing manner. There was no sense of urgency as he settled in, sucking slowly, his eyelids closing at the contented feeling coming from Arlo.
“Daddy needs to talk about something important, darlin’, and I need you to listen carefully.”
“Ok-ay,” he mumbled around the cock, dribbling but not letting go of his prize.
He felt a sense of determination mixed with a little anxiety, which made Taggart suck a little harder.
“I have a feeling that we have a third mate and he’s staying in town at the motel.”
Taggart gagged and pulled off, eyes wide, his heart thudding painfully. “Another mate, you have another mate!” he gasped, too busy freaking out to bother wiping the dribbles off his chin.
Dragged up on top of Arlo, he held Taggart close, meeting his gaze. “No darlin’, we have a third, or I believe we might. I know this, you are more precious to me than anything in this world. Nothing will change that.” He kissed him, and Taggart felt the belief come through their connection. “If he is our third, then what we have will be like what Cosmo has with his mates.”
“What if he’s not for me?” Taggart asked bravely because, having just found his mate, he didn’t want to lose him, so honesty was his only choice.
Arlo gave him a gentle smile. “Fate doesn’t work like that. If he’s our third, then he will fit both of us. Just think of the choice of suckys you’ll have.”
Taggart let that sink in and, despite the feeling of excitement in the pit of his stomach, he was still apprehensive; he wasn’t going to lie. “I’m nervous. But can we go find him now?”
Chapter Four
Soren
Flying was the best feeling in the world. Circling, Soren flapped past the huge movie screen Romy had told him about, twittering happily. It was the biggest screen he’d ever seen—almost scary big. He imagined it would be amazing to see a movie on it. There were plenty of tall trees to shelter him and provide the perfect perch to watch one from. It might be the only thing he got to do before being forced to start planning a different future from the one he’d envisioned here.
The two calls he’d received in response to his messages about the apartments he’d seen for rent online hadn’t panned out in the slightest. One was rented already, and the other was hesitant to rent to someone who was new in town. The woman hadn’t even wanted to show it to him. Her voice had held a note of wariness that Soren could fully understand and appreciate, so he’d thanked her for her time and continued unloading his meager collection of belongings so he could return the car.
At least he’d found a thrift shop on his flight. Knowing that there was a place where he could donate his things if forced to leave town without them was a minor comfort. People could use them, and that was a good feeling, because he was beginning to think it would be safer not to have things he’d needed to carry with him. The car rental had taken a chunk of his savings, and if he had to do it again, he doubted he’d have enough left for an apartment if he found one someone was willing to rent to him.
The feeling was soul crushing, but his wings carried him into a cool stream of wind, and he turned his attention away from all the things he didn’t have and all the things he’d lost, so he could appreciate the freedom of his wings catching the thermals.
Dipping low, Soren flew past a building that housed a coffee shop and another with the sweetest smells wafting out when someone opened the door. The coffee shop had a help wanted sign in the window, the bakery did not, what a shame, but he’d still try the coffee shop just as soon as he was human again and dressed. Ohh, there was another help-wanted sign too, this one in the window of a little boutique. Soren knew little about clothes, but he’d apply there too, he just hoped the motel address would be good enough for them.
Mind made up and with a sliver of a plan formulated, he circled the motel until no one was around, then landed outside his door and shifted. Naked, he fished the keycard from the potted plant where he’d stashed it, swiped the card and dashedinside, only to giggle at the thought that he might have given the security cameras an amusing view. He hadn’t spotted any though, so maybe he was okay. He hoped he was anyway.
Inside, he grabbed a quick shower and dressed in the nicest things he owned. A soft flannel shirt and worn jeans that fit like a glove and felt like butter against his skin. His boots were old, but he took good care of them and paused to wipe away the watermarks and a scuff from the night before. He could do this.
