“It’s not supper time.” I point out.
“No, but there’s something called snacks. And Beatrice said she would make me my favorite dessert that my mother used to make me.” He turns to Beatrice. “I’m gonna head into town nowto grab those ingredients. Thank you so much for this again. I’m excited.” he laughs.
“Of course, sweet boy.” she pats his cheek lovingly. “And thank you for going to grab them for me.”
“No trouble at all.” Onyx turns to me. “Ready?”
“For what?” I narrow my eyes.
“To go into town. Were you not listening to what I just said?”
Huffing, I shoot a glare towards Beatrice. The old lady shoots me one right back, giving me the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.
“I’m not above killing women.” I mutter under my breath after Onyx heads out before me.
“And I’m not above telling the king you’re threatening his best cook.” she huffs.
Who does she think she is? Onyx is my mate. Mine!
“Sorry to make you have to come searching for me.” Onyx says as we head out of the castle. “I had a busy day.” he laughs.
“So have I.” I grunt. “And I was expecting you to be home in bed.”
He glares at me over his shoulder. “We can have sex later. We don’t need to be going at it every waking hour of the day.”
“Why not?” I grunt. “If I’m not working, I’d rather have your tight slutty ass swallowing my cock whole as I make you cum over and over again.”
A hint of his arousal permeates the air, making my cock twitch. He clearly wants me, I don’t understand why he won’t let me fuck him.
“Do you not want me anymore?” I ask. “Is that it? Is that why you’re not waiting for me in bed?”
“What?” he looks at me like I’m crazy. “No. That's not it. It’s really not a big deal, Bane. You know I don’t sit around waiting for you all day. I just normally happen to be back when you’re off work. Today I wasn’t. That’s it.”
That's not it. He’s out making friends with everyone while I’m gone. Spending his time with people who are not me. He’s mine. Mine mine fucking mine.
“You know, you’re starting to act like a jealous boyfriend.”
“I’m not your boyfriend.” I growl. “I’m your mate.”
“Is that not the same thing?”
“Boyfriends come and go. Mates are forever.”
He sighs heavily. “Can we not argue? Let’s just enjoy the nice day and go for a walk.”
Nice day?
I look up at the orange, red and yellow clouds above us. Distant sounds of thunder boom as lightning strikes in the horizon. What about today is nice? It’s Hell. It’s never a nice day.
“Have you been smoking crack?” I ask seriously.
He snorts. “What, no. Why are you asking me that? Have you?”
“No.” my brow furrows. “Drugs don’t work on me.”
“You’re acting really weird today. Odder than normal. What's wrong?”
“I don’t want to go for a walk. I want to be in our room, inside you.” I grumble, walking alongside him as we head towards town. “Can’t I just snap my fingers and get the ingredients?”
