“I agree,” Monqilcolnen said. “I want you alone, Wyn.”
I swallowed, unable to speak as my chest heaved.
“Should we discuss more?”
I had to swallow a few times before I found my voice. It didn’t want to come for some reason. I had no idea why. Finally, I forced out, “Yes.”
We had the typical conversation of what was allowed and what wasn’t allowed. Monqilcolnen agreed to sex at least three times a week, as long as I snuggled him afterwards—it was the aftercare he needed. We also agreed to tell people about us courting. I could already imagine the gloating Urgg was going to do. Public affection was allowed on both sides, and I was grateful I could claim him in full view of people.
Monqilcolnen got to his feet and held out a hand, his tail twitching and his eyes not quite meeting mine. “Do you want to join me in my room?”
“Yes.”
I was up in a flash and bolted toward him, my tail taking his. A zing went up my spine and settled in my hard cock. I whined.
He brushed a thumb over my cheek, and I leaned into his touch. Monqilcolnen pulled me closer. “So excited for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I panted.
Monqilcolnen paused. “I do not wish to injure your emotions by saying the wrong thing.”
I fought a smile. He was over ten cycles older than me, but he was so cautious of me. Courting Monqilcolnen would be interesting, to say the least.
“Caleb taught me something,” I said.
He frowned, his chest vibrating.
“Jealous?” I asked.
“I am always jealous of everyone around you.”
“Good to know.” I went on my toes to shorten the distance between our faces. “Caleb taught me a human thing called a safe word.”
“Safe word?”
“It’s a word or group of words that is pre-established by the couple to indicate when to stop instead of ‘no’ or ‘stop.’”
“I like this. What word?”
“It needs to be something I wouldn’t say on a regular basis,” I thought out loud. Monqilcolnen did not reply, allowing me to keep rambling until I finally settled on, “Fusion.”
“If you say fusion, I shall stop immediately.”
“Your safe word?” I demanded, because I fully intended to have the best fuck of my life with this man.
“Pragmatic.”
I chuckled, head ducking.
Monqilcolnen lifted my chin, and my laughter ceased from the heat in his golden eyes. My breath turned rapid, and my tail strangled his.
In a low voice, he asked, “Would you like to return to my room with me?”
“Yes.”
He smirked. “And what do you want me to do to you?”
“Fuck me.”
