He choked and dropped me onto his bed. “Excuse me.” Disappearing into the bathroom, he came back sipping a glass of water.
“Did I say something upsetting?” I feared that I must have. “I’m sorry if you don’t like capes.”
“Capes are fine. Did you want some water? I can get you a glass.”
“No, I’m fine.” Although, still trying to figure out what I’d done that made him choke. Or maybe it was just a bit of dry throat. I’d had that happen.
And when he sat down on the edge of the mattress and reached for me, I saw no sign of any anger or other negative emotion. Rather, his eyes warmed, his hands busy undoing my clothing while pausing for kisses.
I lay back with a sigh, enjoying his touch and already in the knowledge of how this alpha could make me feel. We’d spent more time together now, and I felt more comfortable with him. Free to allow him to bring me pleasure and know that he would take his own in time. When I lay completely unclothed, he stood and stripped off his own quickly and efficiently with none of the sensuality he’d used undressing me.
Maybe next time—if there was a next time—I’d treat him to a similar experience, reveal his skin a little at a time and show him with my hands and mouth just how fun an omega could make things.
But for now, we were both so excited, I reached out and pulled him on top of me, cupping the back of his head for more of the kisses I’d already learned to crave. He stroked my cheek with one hand, reaching between us with the other. I knew what he’d find between my ass cheeks, and his growl of approval confirmed that. “Omega.”
“Mmm, what are you waiting for?” I wanted his cock in me already. Every time we were together, I was hard, but now? “Alpha, please.”
No more words were required, but he still managed to tell me things that had me writhing under him, whimpering with need.
A need that only intensified when he did what I’d begged and sank balls deep into my aching hole. Stretching me, but in a good way. I gripped his shoulders, wanting him as close to me as he could be, but when he mumbled something about not being able to move, I eased up and shifted my hold to the bedding on either side.
I threw my head back, reamed, filled, need stripped bare, and then one of his hands closed around my cock and I screamed. He squeezed and stroked, somehow managing to do that while at the same time driving into me over and over. This man had so much coordination! I’d have to congratulate him when I had the ability to speak again.
That ability might return sometime after I came, which was now, my balls tightening then emptying over his pumping fist. The second I finished, he released me and planted his palms on either side of my body, bracing himself as hot cum filled me, hisswelling knot holding it there, binding us to one another for long sweet minutes.
Chapter Eleven
Theo
After our second night together, and his jokes about capes and wings, I could no longer put off telling my mate about being a dragon shifter. It was not something that could be hidden forever, and if we were to move forward—something I prayed would happen—there could be no big secrets between us. But I just couldn’t imagine how I would explain it.
“By the way, I turn into a dragon from time to time? Is that what I say?” I blurted out to Sothea when I stopped by the tattoo shop on my next day off. “I can’t even explain what it means to be a mate.”
He was working on a long-time customer who didn’t seem to mind that we were having a conversation over him. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying my distress or at least the drama.
“No, you probably can’t. Humans think of relationships differently and from what I can tell, divorce more often than they marry.”
“That’s not even possible,” I chuckled, grateful for the joke. “But yes, divorce seems to be common, and if Brent is going to accept me as mate, he’ll need to know all that means. He isn’t really even interested in a relationship, although it seems to me that we are in one. I’m just…in a quandary.”
“You’re overthinking,” the customer said, sitting up. “My mate is human, and after he first saw my bear, he asked if it was going to eat him up. I told him, ‘not unless you ask nicely.’”
“He was okay with you and your bear then?” I asked, glad to find someone who might know the spot I was in. “You just moved forward like a pair of shifters.”
“If only.” He shook his head sadly. “It took a while. We had to find a path that worked for both of us. In our case, that meansa more extensive courting/dating period before we had a dual mating/wedding ceremony. It was a little nerve-racking at first, but we’ve grown to know one another and of course we have the cubs.”
“Which is why I put up with his grumbly self.” Another man had come in while we were talking. He was pushing a double stroller with two little girls sacked out in their seats. “And all his nonsense about wanting honey on everything.”
Sothea lifted his needle from the bear shifter’s skin, laughter making his hands shake. “And I thought that was just urban myth…or a stereotype.”
“It is,” growled the bear. “But I like honey. It’s just personal taste.”
I chatted with my foster brother and the others for a few more minutes before saying my goodbyes and heading for home. The bickering bear couple were cute but making it hard for me to discuss my concerns with Sothea, and I was going to have to figure it out on my own.
He had pointed out that I couldn’t wait forever, and while he hadn’t flat out said it, we both knew the longer I put it off, the harder it was going to be. Maybe that silly bear and his mate were a good sign. If they could make it, we should be able to.
I sent a text to Brent, inviting him to my home for dinner that night. We could have a frank conversation where I told him what I was about, so he knew, if he was ready for a relationship, what that might mean.
Really, I would explain it meant a mate who was less susceptible to disease, who had a lot of friends who became other animals—mostly bears—was extra strong, and who could fly. They would be unendingly loyal and faithful.
