Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
LAITHOG
After I finish embracing my mate out of sheer delight, she set about checking whatever it was she needed to on her computer. It must be said that there are many things in this new world that I do not understand, but must learn so I don’t become a hinderance to my mate. Our bond should be one of equal status, not one where she has to coddle me every step of each day.
It is good that I am not a stupid male. I’ve picked up on several things after listening to Paisley for the last six months, as well as observing her for the last day.
While Paisley is on her computer, I set about adding wards to her place of trade, or shop as she calls it. After drinking from her so deeply earlier this rising, my magick is almost overflowing from my body. A Garagyre mating, would mean that we sustain each other after mating, unable to drink from another living source other than one another. The magick inherent to the bond would replenish our bodies blood supply in a never-ending process.
Paisley , however, is human. I am unsure how her end of the bond will work since she is not a natural blood drinker. I know that my magick replenished her body via the mate bond, which is why she’s not weak from blood loss. Whilst my ingestion of her blood has energized my magick in a way I haven’t felt since the last time I drank from Ilayahan .
It’s a blessing to be at full power again.
Refocusing on the task at hand, I finish warding the front entrance, enhancing the natural protection offered by the jewelry located there. Once that’s completed, I prowl through the shop, observing her set up as I do. There are glass top cases along each exterior wall, and one large one that runs the length of the shop so patrons may circle around it. Similar to a racing track. She’s set the space up to be artful, yet open so beings don’t feel trapped or overwhelmed.
It is very clever.
Moving around the counter and through the open doorway into the room Paisley has her personal items in, I peer over my shoulder to ensure no one is looking through the front windows and drop my glamour, shooting her a toothy grin filled with puckish humor as I do so. Paisley rolls her eyes at me while looking at my natural form, appreciation in her gaze as she continues her conversation on what she calls a phone.
Continuing through her office, I curl a lip at the two voyeuristic little abominations curled up on the couch across the room from my mates’ desk as I make my way to the back of the structure. I easily locate the second entrance, and begin warding it, keeping one ear focused on her conversation.
“ Yeah , I’m in town right now.”
Pause .
“ I was just about to suggest that.”
Pause .
“ That sounds great, Mom . We’ll meet you there.”
Pause .
“ Yes , I said ‘we.’ You’ll just have to wait until we get there, and I’ll explain.”
Pause .
“ Because , I’m not going to repeat myself twice, that’s why. I’ll tell you and Dad at lunch, at the same time. Okay . I love you too, Bye !”
The click clack of her fingers on the peculiar looking black rectangle tells me she’s back on her computer after wrapping up the conversation with her mother. A few moments later, the sound of her standing from her desk is the precursor to her calling for me. “ Laithog , are you about done?”
My hands finish etching the last sigil into the air as I reply. “ Yes , little flame. Your shop is fully warded now. I am ready to depart if you are. I take it your parents are to meet us for a midday meal?” I ask as I prowl back towards her office.
“ As if you don’t already know the answer to that. I’ve no doubt your hearing is extremely sensitive,” she sassily retorts, her words a bit muffled.
The sight of her, as I stride back into her office causes desire to curl through me. My mate is bent over at the waist, rifling through some sort of metal box that appears to have drawers that extend out, that is full of parchment documents. Paisley must feel my desire because without looking back she says,
“ You best cut that out, we don’t have time for that before we have to leave to meet my parents,” she admonishes. Never one to shy from a challenge, I prowl towards her snatching her up into my arms so abruptly she lets out a short screech.
“ Laithog !”
Ignoring the dogs , I carry my mate to one of the other two rooms past her office. One of my hands begins plucking at her mate marked nipples, while the other massages her pussy over the pretty purple skirt she donned prior to our departure. It’s a little thing, but the fact that she dresses in my color…it pleases me deeply.
Her moan tells me that she’s not as adverse to my attentions as she wants to be. I can feel and smell her desire building.
“ Laithog , we really shouldn’t. My parents don’t like tardiness.” She tries once more.
Never one to fight fair, I allow my mating purr to begin emanating from my chest, never missing a step as I carry her to a more private location. Paisley moans again as my mating purr slides over her, causing her cunt to begin dripping with slick.
She smells delicious.
Looking between the two doors in front of me, I see that the one with the open door looks similar to her kitchen in her home, so the other must lead to what she calls a bathroom.
It has a door that shuts.
Using my tail, since both hands are preoccupied with teasing lust out of my mate, I turn the knob, pulling it open as I drop my wings low as I can, using them to block both of the irritating wee beast from following us. I refuse to be observed while I rut my mate.
Well …
Observed again .
Bleh .