“I never had dinner outside before,” Fionn murmured.
Hunter looked down at his mate. “If you don’t want to, we can ask Quin to move it inside.”
“Oh, no, don’t do that,” Fionn said. “I wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings,”
“Pet, I can guarantee the last thing Quin would want for you to be is uncomfortable,” Hunter replied, lifting his mate’s hand to his mouth and kissing it.
“No, really, it’s okay. I was just noticing how dark it’s getting.”
Stopping abruptly, Sawyer stepped aside. Pointing ahead, he said, “Just follow the path. It ends in a clearing where Quin is waiting for you.”
Peering into the darkness, Fionn saw the path but nothing else since night now blanketed the forest. “Mate?”
Hunter stepped in front of Fionn. “C’mon pet, I’m eager to see what Quin has done for us.”
Following his mate, Fionn wondered if he should light the way with his dragon’s fire, but remembering what nearly happened to Kieran in Scotland when he’d done that, decided not to, instead, sticking close to his mate he kept his eyes on the path.
Five minutes later, Hunter rounded a bend, stopping short when he came to a clearing, bathed in the glow of lighted candle jars hanging from the branches of an ancient oak tree. Stepping aside, Hunter murmured, “Look, pet.”
Fionn’s eyes widened, trying to take in everything. Underneath the tree sat a round table, covered with a beautiful damask table cloth on which rested a cluster of elegant candles and a large vase filled with wildflowers. A couple of wicker chairs with white throw pillows completed the picture. Glancing up, he marveled at the candle jars swaying in the gentle, night breeze, their flickering lights casting dancing shadows on the table, “Oh my gods!” Fionn whispered, fearful of speaking out loud lest everything disappear.
Stepping out of a shadow, Norm appeared, wearing black slacks and a white t-shirt. “Welcome to your Mating Dinner. I’ll be your waiter tonight and, if you would, please follow me.”
Smiling, Fionn walked into the clearing with Hunter. No one had ever done anything like this for him before; his eyes began to tear up. Quickly dashing any telltale signs of wetness away, he sat down in the chair his mate held for him, grinning as Hunter sat next to him. Surveying the rest of the clearing, he saw a chair on a small platform in the shadows at the edge of the clearing on which someone was sitting. Curious as to who it was, he glanced up at Norm but before he could ask, Theo appeared, wearing his chef’s jacket and hat.
“Good evening, Fi and Hunter. I have prepared a special dinner for you tonight, beginning with an appetizer of hors d’oeuvres and white wine. Please enjoy your meal.” Snapping his fingers, Theo motioned for Norm to begin serving as the first notes of music began to float through the air.
Fionn’s eyes focused on the platform and at the musician seated there, playing a guitar. There was something familiar about him but he couldn’t figure out what it was. Then, realizing Norm was speaking, he turned his attention to him, just in time to see his friend pouring some wine after setting down a tray filled with scrumptious looking tidbits.
Chapter 28
“Wow,” Hunter remarked after eating his third hors d’oeuvre. “Your friend is a great chef.”
Fionn smiled, too busy enjoying his wine to say anything. After a few sips of a fine California Pinot Grigio, a flush of pleasure coursed through him, removing the stress he’d felt about the dinner. Picking up a spinach puff, he popped it into his mouth, savoring the taste and texture of it. “Theo loves cooking,” he said, licking his fingers one by one.
Hunter was mesmerized by the sexuality emanating from Fionn’s chewing and licking; it went straight to his cock causing it to harden. Groaning softly in frustration, he reached down, trying to relieve the pressure on his bulge, knowing any fucking would have to be delayed till later tonight or he’d face the wrath of Quin for wrecking Fionn’s surprise.
As the night wore on, dinner became an exercise in frustration for him as he watched his mate eat. Glistening full lips, wet from Fionn’s tongue, beckoned to him and teased Hunter about what awaited him later. His mate’s exuberance for each course, the gusto with which he attacked his food, the profuse thanks he gave Norm each time a new dish was served—all gave Hunter a new appreciation for the simple act of dining.
It was an evening Fionn would never forget. Everything was amazing from the flickering candles, to the guitar music, to the sumptuous meal, to his mate who was the perfect dining companion with his quick quips woven into their conversation that kept Fionn smiling throughout. His nervousness long gone by the time he and Hunter finished their main course, Fionn leaned back in his chair while Norm cleared the table. Then a hushfell on the clearing as the guitarist stopped playing, causing Fionn to look questioningly at his mate.
Slightly shaking his head in response, Hunter replied, “I have no idea what Quin is going to do, pet.”
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Quin waited impatiently for Kieran and Theo to join him on the path. It was time to serve the special dessert and give Fionn and Hunter their special surprise. Watching the bobbing flashlight beam come closer as his friends headed towards him, he felt Norm come up behind him.
“The table is set for dessert,” Norm whispered.
“Great. Theo and Ki are almost here,” Quin murmured, shifting from one foot to the other. He’d ditched his high heels tonight since he knew he’d be running back and forth on the dark path, delivering different courses along with an ample supply of wines for Norm to serve.
“Hi, pooh bear,” Theo whispered, as he and Kieran arrived. “Wait until you see what I made for dessert. Kota helped me but it was my idea to flambé it.”
“What’s flambé?” asked Norm, softly.
“It’s on fire…I thought it was perfect since Fionn’s a dragon,” replied Theo, quietly.
“No way! That’s freaking awesome, honeybunch,” whispered Norm.
