42. Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Husbands?
When I returned to me and mine’s quarters, the room was in chaos. Seth was clinging to Kalvoxrencol, laughing incoherently. Caleb was urging him on, all while Zoltilvoxfyn was attempting to stop him. My Bartholomew was smirking at the situation from where he leaned against the wall.
The sight of him was enough to stir my instincts. I rushed to my mate and kissed him. He started, and I pulled back. We hadn’t discussed public affection. When we discussed permissions the first time, we had been alone. No one else to worry about. The second time, I’d forgotten.
Bartholomew pressed his lips against mine and hauled me flush against him. He squeezed my butt, and I groaned, licking his mouth. He opened without hesitation. My cock started to stiffen and pressed against his stomach as his tongue slowly danced with mine.
He chuckled, then nibbled on my bottom lip, teeth catching on my ring. “Kick everyone out so we can fuck.”
I was tempted to use my feet to physically force everyone out of our quarters, even though I knew that wasn’t what he meant. He slipped out of my arms and went to the bedroom.
“Out,” I ordered everyone.
Caleb burst into laughter and slung his arms around Zoltilvoxfyn’s waist. “They want alone time. What, oh, what will they be doing?”
Zoltilvoxfyn smiled at his mate, tail curling around his leg. His eyes dipped. “He seems quite excited. I could take a guess if you’d like, Little Soul.”
Caleb laughed, clinging to my brother. “I like this game. We should play it more often.”
I growled. Normally, I was entertained by their antics and joined in, but now, every moment away from Bartholomew felt like an eternity.
Kalvoxrencol was far too busy with a drunk Seth to add his own teasing remarks. Seth swayed and sputtered something about not being tired while my brother argued that he was indeed exhausted.
Zoltilvoxfyn raised his eyebrows, and I growled again, motioning to the door. Why weren’t they leaving? Caleb gave an exaggerated yawn, and Zoltilvoxfyn smirked. They took their time to leave, dragging the moment out to irritate me. When they finally stepped into the doorway, Caleb grabbed Zoltilvoxfyn’s butt, which made me huff. Caleb had a desire to publicly claim Zoltilvoxfyn, and he certainly did it frequently.
Kalvoxrencol stepped in front of me, blocking the sight; Seth was cradled in his arms, sleeping. “I left some things for you over there.”
“What?”
“Protection for Bartholomew so you can prepare him, and the lubrication that I’ve found works the best.”
My soul pounded at the thought of being intimate with my mate, but at the same time, I felt a tinge of embarrassment that my little brother had to help me with my sex life. While drakcol had no shame in regard to sex and my brothers and I were very open about our activities, I didn’t enjoy Kalvoxrencol having to assist me. Yet I appreciated it.
“Thank you.”
He nudged me with his tail. “Happy to help. Now, I need to get my husband to our quarters.”
My gaze flicked to the gold band he wore. It was something humans did. Caleb didn’t care for the tradition, so he had Zoltilvoxfyn hadn’t exchanged rings, nor did they call each other husband. But perhaps Bartholomew wanted to. We could be husbands.
I grinned. I liked the thought of that. We would be mates and husbands—bound together even tighter.
Kalvoxrencol departed with his mate, and I collected the items he left behind before limping into my bedroom.
We hadn’t fucked yet, and I yearned to be inside of Teddy so bad. Since my injury, we hadn’t done more than sucking or frotting, because I was in too much pain. But in the last few days, I’d recovered enough that I was ready for more.
I froze in the doorway, soul leaping. Bartholomew was stretched out on the bed, naked. My cock swelled in a hurry, making me dizzy. I’d seen him without clothes many times, but each time burned me like it was the first.
He lifted his arms above his head and arched with a low groan. I chewed on my lip, my teeth catching on my piercing. He was so lovely. I had never seen anything more attractive than my naked mate, on my bed, waiting for me.
Bartholomew frowned. “I don’t have my glasses on, so either you are stunned speechless or this is doing nothing for you and I’m making a fool of myself.”
I sprang forward. “You are gorgeous.” I crawled on top of him and captured his mouth. He grabbed my butt as he played with my lip ring, making me growl. My tail whipped and my wings sprawled. One of his hands moved tentatively over one cheek to the base of my spine where my tail began.
He grabbed it, and I moaned into his mouth. He caressed the delicate scales at the base, and I hissed, shards of pleasure racing up my spine. Bartholomew grinned and caught my lips again as he continued to play with my tail.
“I need you, Mate.” My cock was hard and dripping pre-seed in my undershorts.
“Sounds good,” he said against my lips, shoving my trousers down a tinge to caress the bare scales on my butt.
“I want to enter you.”
“I figured that’s what you meant.” He whispered in my ear, his breath hot and tainted with alcohol, “I got ready for you while you kicked everyone out.”
A moan ripped out of me, and I kissed his cheek before stripping off my trousers and undershorts. I straddled him and ripped my shirt off. His hands immediately roamed my chest, tracing my healing injuries, which made me whimper. My skin was so sensitive. He traced and explored my chest before reaching one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers. I bit my lips, rocking against him to seek friction for my needy cock. In no time at all, something started to harden beneath me. I smirked. As much as I craved my mate, he desired me just as much, and there was something so attractive about that.
Bartholomew moaned, gripping my hips and dragging me harder onto him, so his cock slid against my perineum and balls. “Now,” he ordered. “Now, Honey. I want you inside of me.”
“Not yet. I must get you primed.”
When he frowned, I kissed the cute divot between his eyebrows. Bartholomew protested as I shifted off him, but I didn’t let it deter me. I had to take care of him to ensure I didn’t injure him. I put everything I needed within reach. Staring at the neat line, I swallowed as nerves skittered down my spine.
What if I hurt him?
This was Bartholomew’s first time, and my first time with a human. Humans were so fragile, and he was more so than normal. He was still underweight and slight, frail from his lack of nutrition. I didn’t want to damage him.
Bartholomew reached for me, and I couldn’t resist. He kissed me. His lips were soft on mine. Undemanding. Unhurried. He cupped my cheeks, thumbs sliding over me. “Stop worrying and fuck me.”
I nuzzled his palm. “I’m scared of hurting you.”
“You won’t. I’ll tell you if you do. I promise.” When I didn’t respond, Bartholomew arched and kissed my lips. “We don’t have to, Honey. If you need more time, we can wait. Remember, it’s only good if we both enjoy it.”
I lay on top of him, and he held me tight. Bartholomew pressed gentle kisses to my ear, his tongue flicking out to play with my earrings. “I’m here,” he whispered. “Sex or not. I’m here.”
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but I was terrified of doing something wrong. I’d had a small taste of what life would be like without him, and I never wanted to go back. Also, my very cells revolted at the idea of causing my mate pain. I couldn’t do that.
He rocked beneath me, and our cocks brushed, sending sensations through my limbs. I gasped, hips canting toward him instinctually. He ground against me, rubbing, chasing the perfect friction.
Bartholomew moaned. “Honey. Oh, fuck, that’s nice. So nice. Don’t stop.”
I met him thrust for thrust, dragging our cocks against each other. I bit my lip, chest rumbling. Bartholomew trailed his fingers over my back and sides. When he hit my scent glands, I lurched, moaning. He smiled against my cheek.
“Right there, huh?”
“Yes, Flower. More. Please.”
His fingers massaged the spots as we gently rutted against each other. Bartholomew planted kisses over my cheeks, eyes, and the tip of my nose. “You won’t hurt me, Mindy. I need this and you. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel that connection with you. And I’m pretty sure you do as well.”
“I love you so much.”
“I know,” Bartholomew said, catching my chin and forcing me to look at him. “I know, Honey.”
He was so calm—he was always so calm, my Bartholomew, even now. I was terrified of injuring him, and he just wanted me.
I sealed a kiss to his lips, tracing them with my tongue. He arched beneath me and clutched my back, fingers raking over me. I groaned when his mouth opened and his tongue twisted around mine.
Every cry, moan, and whimper I uttered was swallowed by him while his hands dragged over me. My lips broke from his and moved to the column of his neck. I licked the tight tendons, nibbling. I loved leaving little marks all over him—subtle claims that he belonged to someone, to me. I sucked and bit as Bartholomew stroked my back and brushed his fingers through my long hair. Soft whispers of encouragement came from his lips and made me writhe with happiness.
My mate was taking care of me.
I nuzzled the hair on his chest. I loved it. We didn’t have body hair, and I was fascinated with his. I dragged my nose through the strands. “You are so perfect.”
Bartholomew chuckled. “I’m glad you think so.”
I kissed the sparse hair, dragging my tongue over it, and savored the taste of him. My mate. Taking one of his nipples into my mouth, I sucked.
“Mindy,” he called, breathless.
My tongue laved over the nub, and he grunted, hips arching. His cock wanted attention. I smiled, sucking on him softly. I made sure to take it slow. My mate had never been with someone else, and this was all new. This needed to be good for him. The best.
I brushed my fingers through the wetness gathering on his cock, spreading it before I pumped his shaft from base to tip. He whimpered. I shifted to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first as I stroked him. My own cock was rock hard. My breath was rough and needy, but I was going to make this amazing. Bartholomew deserved the best, and I planned to give it to him.
I licked down his chest and stomach. My tongue circled his navel, and he gave a breathless moan. A line of hair went from right below his navel to the patch of hair above his cock and I dragged my tongue over it, but he didn’t cry out. Curious. I went back up, kissing. Latching onto his navel, I licked and bit the skin.
His breath turned rougher the more I attacked it. Bartholomew fisted my hair, panting, and his hips canted, cock searching for friction. I grinned as I licked his navel. My mate cried out. I’d found something he liked—clearly a lot. I tucked that knowledge away for future use and continued to pay particular attention to it, licking, sucking, nuzzling, until he writhed.
“Honey,” he said, not quite begging but close. His hips were bucking beneath me.
Dragging my tongue over the line of hair to his navel, I asked, “What?”
“Mindy. I need more.”
And I was happy to provide him with that. I pressed gentle kisses to the sharp bones of his hips. “I will make you feel amazing.”
Bartholomew panted and shakily brushed my hair behind my ear. “You always do.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he covered my lips. “I mean it, Serlotminden. I have never been this happy in my life. Ever. I want to stay with you for the rest of my life. I want to have kids with you one day. I want to grow old looking into your eyes. I love you, Serlotminden.”
Tears gathered. “Do you mean it?”
“I do.”
I buried my face against his stomach. “I love you, Mate. I love you so much.”
“I know. Now, make me feel good.”
I laughed, kissing his navel, which elicited a shudder from my mate. “I will.”
I lifted his legs, and Bartholomew flushed a dark red. It was adorable. I wanted to press kisses to the color, but my cock leaked steadily between my legs, needing to be buried deep inside of him. I forced his legs up higher and out, exposing the tight pucker of his hole. I swallowed as my cock twitched. The urge to plunge inside of him was so strong, but not yet. I refused to hurt him.
“Hold yourself open for me, Mate.”
His hands gripped the backs of his thighs and his chest heaved. I could roll him over, but I wanted to see his face in case I hurt him or did something he didn’t like. Also, I didn’t enjoy fucking from behind as much. It was like my partner could forget about me, and I hated that thought. Bartholomew wiggled his butt, clearly trying to entice me.
I settled in between his legs and rubbed his ball sack with my nose, inhaling. I loved the wiry hair and the musky scent coming off him. I nuzzled him some more, making Bartholomew groan.
“Stop teasing me,” he demanded.
I laughed. He often made me beg. I was fairly certain he liked it. Once he was comfortable, I could easily imagine him riding my cock and making me beg for release. Bartholomew might want to be fucked, but he definitely liked being in control.
I nuzzled him again, then nipped his inner thigh. “Be patient.”
Bartholomew opened his mouth to protest, but I licked his hole, and his words turned to a strangled moan. I smirked. I swiped my tongue over and over his hole, relaxing it. He wiggled and moved as quiet noises escaped his lips. He wasn’t loud like I was, but I didn’t care. Every noise was like music to my ears.
I shifted back, and he protested, “No. Come back.”
I kissed his leg. “Hold on, Mate.” I grabbed the thin glove made of a strong polymer. Nerves gathered in my gut again. Kalvoxrencol would never hurt Seth or allow me to do something dangerous to Bartholomew. I put some lubrication on one of my fingers and circled it around his hole, making him whimper. I increased my pressure slowly, not wanting to injure him, but he was so tight.
“Exhale and push, Mate,” I said. As he bore down, I pushed my finger inside of him. Bartholomew took a sharp inhale. I froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine, Honey. It’s just a different feeling.”
I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and laved my tongue over it, prodding the slit for the bitter liquid of his pre-seed. Bartholomew moaned, canting toward my mouth. I sucked him, bobbing on his cock to distract from any possible discomfort. When he relaxed completely around me, I thrust my finger in and out of him, loosening the tight ring of muscle. I pressed another finger in, stretching him, and he jerked.
“Mate?”
“Give me a second.”
“We can stop,” I said, starting to pull out.
“No, I want this. Calm the fuck down. I’m not made of glass.”
I blinked, pain prodding my soul from the sharp rebuke—something he almost never did.
“Shit. No, Mindy.” He stroked my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bite. I love you. I want this. I will tell you if it’s too much. I promise.”
I kissed his thumb. “My apologies. I’m scared of hurting you. I can’t lose you again. You are the most important thing to me. I cannot live without you.”
“You won’t lose me,” he said, rubbing my chin. “Stop worrying. Stop panicking. Just love me. Love me, Serlotminden. You are the only person I have ever desired. I only want you.”
I kissed his inner thigh, then dragged my forehead over the skin to mark my mate with my scent.
I thrust my fingers in deeper, and he moaned. “God, right there.”
“Here?” I asked, touching the same spot again.
“There.”
I watched him in fascination as his eyes scrunched closed and his mouth hung open. I rubbed that spot, and he moaned. “ Ungh , Mindy. Fuck, Mindy. That’s so good.”
I fucked him with my fingers nice and slow. Bartholomew kept calling my name, and I moved closer, unable to resist kissing him. His lips were harsh against mine. I swallowed his moans, tasting him. I pressed a third finger into him, and he winced. He took a single deep breath before he captured my mouth again.
The kiss grew wetter and hotter as I fucked him with my fingers, our tongues tangled, tasting, exploring. Finally, I slipped out of him, and Bartholomew protested, “No.”
I chuckled. “Patience.”
His response was a needy whine I quite enjoyed. I put a generous amount of lubricant on my cock. I guided his legs around my hips and hovered over him, rubbing my cock on his hole. His hips moved to chase me as I teased him.
I notched the crown of my cock to his hole. “Breathe, Mate.”
I pushed. The muscles resisted my entry as Bartholomew winced. He was tight, even after everything. It took a couple breaths before the ring of muscles gave way and the tip slipped in. I groaned at the hot, tight sensation of his channel enveloping the crown of my cock. “Bartholomew, you’re so tight.”
He clutched my shoulders, panting.
“Are you alright?”
“Give me a second.”
I kept my hips perfectly stationary and kissed his mouth open. I wanted to thrust into him, filling him, but I waited, loving on him. As he relaxed, I pushed in. I went slow, working my cock in and out of his hole until my hips were flush against him. I kissed his neck. “I’m inside you.”
Bartholomew didn’t answer. He groaned. It was a needy noise full of pleasure and demand for more, which I was more than happy to give him.
I pumped his cock until the tip glistened with pre-seed. Gently, I thrust in and out of him in long smooth strokes. Bartholomew had his arms wrapped around my neck and his legs held me close. My tail curled around his ankle, and my wings spread out wide, covering him, protecting him.
His harsh breath rushed over my lips, and his eyes stayed locked on mine. “Honey, it’s so good.”
I gave him a gentle kiss, panting. Every movement stoked my pleasure, building my orgasm. He was so tight and perfect. I’d never felt anything like it. Bartholomew rocked in time with me, making me plunge deeper inside of him.
“Yes,” he called. “Right there, Honey. Right fucking there.”
Gripping his butt, I angled to hit the spot that made him moan with every thrust. Bartholomew released a strangled cry; his eyes closed and his hands fisted in my hair. My moans twined his, mixing with the slick sound of my pounding into his hole and the slap of my scales onto his skin. His hole was clamping onto my cock, and he was holding me tight, screaming my name. I’d never felt so close to someone, and Bartholomew was not anyone—he was my mate.
I jerked his cock in time with my thrusts to increase his pleasure, and his grip tightened. His breath turned rough, making his chest heave. I licked a drop of sweat that slipped down his face, and a moan ripped out of me at the salty taste. I kissed his lips, panting.
“Flower,” I breathed, and he grunted, eyes closed as he chased his pleasure. “Look at me, please,” I begged.
His brown eyes popped open. “I’m right here, Mindy. Nowhere else. I’m with you. Just us.” I thrust into him, and his legs squeezed me. “Oh, god,” he cried. “Honey, I’m close.”
Kissing his neck, I said, “Come with me.”
He bit his lip, sweat dripping down his chest, as I continued to fuck him with powerful thrusts. I licked the beads, pumping his cock and pounding his hole, and all of sudden, his head arched back into the pillow, tendons of his neck tight, and a strangled cry ripped out his throat. Seed erupted from his cock, painting our stomachs while his hole clenched around me, and I fought my own release as I rocked into him, extending his pleasure, until I could hold back no longer. I slammed into his tight hole and my orgasm exploded. I bit his neck, hard, releasing a muffled shout.
My hips rocked in slow aftershocks as I panted against my mate. I licked the dark red mark on his neck. I hadn’t broken the skin, but it had to have hurt. “Sorry, Mate. I bit you harder than I meant to.”
He moaned, shaking.
I laughed, nuzzling his neck. When I began to soften inside of him, I snuggled as close as possible. I wanted to stay here, connected, but I knew I couldn’t. Drakcol usually remained connected for quite some time before separating, but humans didn’t, according to Kalvoxrencol—his Seth didn’t enjoy it. I breathed in Bartholomew’s scent, enjoying the closeness while I had it. He stroked my back, then traced my wings, pressing kisses to every part of me he could reach.
“That was amazing.”
Happiness burned me. I nuzzled him one last time before withdrawing. Bartholomew winced when I started to pull out. “What?”
“Don’t leave.”
“I thought humans didn’t do that.”
“Stay for now. I like the feel,” he whispered, a deep red.
I kissed the blush. He was so damn cute. Bartholomew. My perfect Bartholomew. I remained on top of him, sharing his air, until he kept wiggling. I had no idea if it was my cock buried in his hole or my weight. Either way, I couldn’t remain. I slipped out, and my seed spilled out of him in an erotic display that I had to watch for a moment before laying beside him and draping an arm over his side as well as covering him with one of my wings.
Staring at him, I said, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I shifted until my forehead hit his. “Do you want to be husbands?”
“What?”
“Husbands. Kalvoxrencol and Seth are husbands. It’s a human thing. Drakcol have mates, but humans have husbands, right?”
“You want to get married?”
The word translated odd. Mates. Bond. Unity. Property. But I was fairly positive it was the same thing as mates or similar enough, though humans did not mate for life as we did.
“I do.”
“Well, I don’t think there is an officiant in space.”
Another word I didn’t know, but NAID supplied the words priest and judge. While having NAID translate Bartholomew’s words was lovely, it didn’t fix everything. “Is that a no?” I asked, unable to keep the sadness from my voice. Being husbands did not matter in the end. We were mates. It shouldn’t bother me, yet it did. I had to tie myself to Bartholomew, so everyone knew we belonged to each other.
He kissed me. “I want to be your husband.”
I beamed. “I will buy you whatever ring you desire.”
Bartholomew grunted and rolled on top of me. “Good.” He kissed my neck as he rocked against me. His cock was hard again. “First, I want you to fuck me again.”
If my smile grew any larger, my scales would shatter. “Happily.”