Chapter 16 Conrad Roche #2
“Oh, we’ve always been very open. We did have sex with omegas, together and apart.
We’ve never been jealous of that. A need is a need.
And let’s just say that there are some things about an omega’s body that are simply irresistible.
When we met Tristan fifteen years later, he bonded with Eugene first. He was terrified, poor sweetheart, falling for a taken man.
But then Eugene brought him to meet me, and we had a wonderful bonding together.
” Conrad licked his lips in a way that bordered on lewd. I drank more whiskey.
Just then, an elderly man in a white shirt and a pair of black slacks brought our coffee on a tray.
“Thank you, Stuart.”
The butler bowed in an old-fashioned way and walked away noiselessly.
“It was a lovely time,” Conrad continued. “Magical. Of course, Tristan went into heat almost immediately and gave us our eldest sons. One of the twins was mine, and one was Eugene’s. Apparently, that happens quite often with two alphas mated to one omega.”
“Pardon me, but how did you know… I mean, appearances can be deceiving, especially in small children.”
“My Eugene is a Black man, my dear,” Conrad said, looking smug.
Terry blinked. “Oh. Of course. Sorry.” He was adorable when he blushed.
“That means Tristan is mated to both of you?” I asked.
“Yes. And now we have Quinton too. He’s mine, but both Eugene and Tristan adore him. I fear we’re spoiling the boy.”
Terry and I looked at each other. I was losing track of the mess of bonds.
“You look confused,” Conrad said, grinning at me.
“Um. A little.”
“Tristan is a dragon mate who bonded with Eugene and, directly after, with me. He has lived with us for three decades and gave us six sons, but they have already moved out. Ben, our youngest, left for college two years ago. We became such cliché empty nesters, not knowing what to do with ourselves. We traveled, partied, and tried to have fun…” Conrad laughed and winked. “You know how it goes.”
I had no idea. Was he suggesting they fucked around? It seemed so.
“It was supposed to be a gift for Tristan, you see. I hit on Quinton at a club and invited him for a weekend of fun because Tristan has a thing for younger omegas, and I wanted to surprise him…but then one thing led to another.” He smiled dreamily and sighed.
“We barely left the bedroom that weekend. We were insatiable, all four of us. It was as if Quinton had brought back the wild passion from our first weeks together. By Sunday, Quinton was dripping with lover’s milk. ”
“Um. You said he’s bonded to you?”
“Yes. He loves my mates equally, but the physical bond is with me. He clung to me from the start in the sweetest way. He’s such a darling.”
“Doesn’t that complicate things?” Terry asked.
Conrad lifted the whiskey and tilted the tumbler from side to side, intently observing the golden liquid. “If you want to complicate things, you can always find reasons.”
I glanced at Terry only to see his lips twitch. That tiny smile made something in me loosen, and I let out a deep breath.
Our host took a gulp of his whiskey and hummed. “We have a beautiful young mate, only twenty-one years old, and a baby on the way. It’s a fresh start for our family. I can live for fifty more years, and Quinton can give us ten babies if he wants. It’s a blessing.”
Was it hypocritical of me to feel slightly iffy about the fifty-year age gap between Conrad and his youngest mate? But then, if I looked this good in my seventies, I might be banging twenty-year-olds too.
“I’m rambling about my family, and you’re not getting any answers to your questions, are you?”
I shrugged. “I’m not even sure what to ask, to be honest.”
“You’ve experienced bonding with both an alpha and a human omega,” Terry said. “Is there a difference?”
“Hm. With Eugene, I wasn’t nearly as protective and possessive.
I think the dragon knows that my alpha can take care of himself.
But with Quinton, I could barely let him out of my sight for weeks.
A human omega, so young and frail… My dragon got borderline obsessive about him.
He became my little treasure. When he got pregnant, the separation anxiety started all over again.
Luckily, my sweetheart is patient with me. ”
“And…um…the physical symptoms?”
“Ah. That. When Eugene and I got intimate, my body changed.” He gestured to his groin in an obvious way.
“First, the ridges, then the knot grew. But we’ve never fully knotted with each other.
One thing that was remarkable was our appetite for certain bodily fluids.
” He winked. “Never underestimate the power of pheromones.”
I shifted in my chair and hid my smirk in my coffee cup. I could eat Terry’s cum ten times a day and never get enough.
“Since we were already mated when we met our omegas, we didn’t have any physical symptoms. We realized the new bonds on a more emotional level, you could say. When our omegas had lover’s milk and went into heat for us, there was no doubt.”
“You said you were open. Sexually, I mean.”
Conrad raised his eyebrows at me, grinning. “You’re not the judgy type, are you, Lothair?”
“Uh. No. Not at all. Good for you. But…how? When you looked different, um, down there, you couldn’t just date random human omegas.”
“Why not?”
“Because your lovers would notice?”
Conrad rolled his eyes. “Pardon me, gentlemen, but dragons make such a fuss about their dicks.”
Terry let out a surprised snicker while I gaped at the old man.
“Can you elaborate on what you mean?”
“Let’s say you have a sizable, mated alpha’s penis with ridges and a half-enlarged knot.
And you hook up with a boy. Do you think it will immediately occur to said boy that you are a different species and have the capacity to change into a bus-sized monster, or will he simply think you have a weird dick? ”
Huh. I’d never thought about it that way. “Won’t he run for cover?”
“Lord, no! Some omegas go wild for a special dick. There are clubs for that sort of thing.”
I blinked. Clubs? For human omegas to meet alphas with…special dicks?
Conrad continued, chuckling to himself. “I once had a boy ask me where I got mine done. I didn’t understand what he meant at first. Apparently, another lover of his told him that he had his dick enhanced surgically in Turkey, and so the boy asked me if I’d gone to the same clinic.
I told him no, that there’s a place in Italy with a better reputation. ”
Terry looked at me, eyebrows high.
“Human alphas have plastic surgery to enhance their dicks?” I asked, fascinated by the story.
Conrad gave me a long, patient look. “No, dear Lothair. Shifters invent stories about theirs so they can get laid.”
Then he winked.
I had nothing to say to that. It sounded so mundane. So simple.
“Alphas who are monogamous with dragon mates never have to consider the issue,” Conrad mused. “I guess maybe that’s why they believe it’s such a huge secret. And I suspect a lot of it is just ego. But really, we’re not that special.”
He gazed at the lake, smiling and drinking whiskey. What he was saying sounded so easy, yet his situation must have been much more difficult than ours today.
“We haven’t felt the need to invite others into our bed since we found Quinton,” he said. “Maybe in the future? Right now, we’re all sufficiently occupied with each other.”
“Thank you, Conrad,” Terry said. “We’re most grateful for your honesty.”
Conrad abruptly sat up. “I have something for you, wait a minute.”
He stood and briskly strode into the house. Terry and I looked at each other and shrugged at the same time, which made us laugh. I had one hundred things I wanted to tell him, but with Conrad somewhere in the house, we had better wait until we were out of earshot.
Our host returned only seconds later with, “I knew I had one of these lying around.”
He gave me a small card with small black text that said Priapus. On the other side was an address and a phone number.
“Priapus? What’s that?” I asked.
Terry coughed.
“A club. They cater to people with specific tastes,” Conrad replied. “Nobody you meet in there will blink an eye at your anatomy.”
“Uh. Thanks. I don’t think we’re ready yet.” I offered him the card back, but Conrad shook his head. “Besides, I could be recognized.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “Wear a mask. Many do. More whiskey?”
A little stunned, I could only nod.
“Keep the card. You never know when the need strikes.”
We stayed for another hour, during which Conrad made us drink the entire bottle of whiskey and invited us to three different parties.
On our way out, we passed the sprawling oak.
The picnic blanket was still there, together with some clothing strewn around.
The omegas were nowhere to be seen. I stopped myself from imagining what they could be up to and where.
Terry drove in silence, his expression serious.
“So, that was fun,” I began, eyeing him carefully.
His lips twitched. “That’s one way to describe it.” He shook his head and gave out a small scoff. “The way he talked about his twenty-one-year-old mate…”
“I know, right? I mean, good for them. But he’s seventy!”
“He doesn’t look it, that’s for sure,” Terry said. “And he’s a dragon, so if he’s lucky, he’ll live until he’s one hundred and twenty.”
“True.”
“By the way, about the name of the club that Conrad mentioned. Do you know who Priapus was?”
“Enlighten me.”
“He was the god of livestock and fertility, famous for his huge, permanently erect penis.”
“Oh.” I had to laugh as the events of the afternoon slowly settled in my head. “So your great-grandfather’s friend sent us to a sex club for people with extreme junk.”
“Yep.”
“You know what, Terry? You were right. I should hang out with shifters more.”