Chapter 41
Would you possibly?
I stepped out of Monqilcolnen’s shower. We hadn’t done anything last night besides stay close.
The intimacy had been so nice, though I wouldn’t say no to fucking now.
It was mine and Monqilcolnen’s free day.
I fully intended to spend the entire day with Monqilcolnen; he had better not have made other plans, especially with Vorjyn.
Even the thought of that man was enough to set my teeth on edge.
However, I did have dinner plans, so I supposed Monqilcolnen could spend time with someone other than Vorjyn then.
I heard Monqilcolnen moving around, and I smiled. Curling up to sleep against Monqilcolnen, especially when no sex was involved, made me feel like we were a mated couple… which should upset me, or at least terrify me, but it didn’t. It comforted me. He was becoming my home.
In such a short amount of time, I’d changed drastically.
Monqilcolnen was certainly responsible, though he was seeming to become more relaxed from my influence.
However, that mask he wore never slipped unless it was just us.
It might when he was with his cousins… but I didn’t know.
I hadn’t spent any time alone with Monqilcolnen and them.
In only a pair of loose white sleep trousers, I stepped into the bedroom. I stretched, eyes closing. “Star, can we do something fun today?”
“He stepped out,” a different voice said.
“Jemtonkilsol,” I said, reaching for a shirt, though I knew my undressed state didn’t bother him.
I was lucky there was a shirt to be had.
Monqilcolnen was rigorously clean, and I tended to just toss my stuff everywhere.
It was finally safe to do so. No one was going to make off with my items, though Monqilcolnen did clean up after me, usually shaking his head.
“Monqilcolnen did accept the session before he left.”
I chuckled. Monqilcolnen used to have his setting set so his parents could ping and appear without permission. That had since changed with me sleeping over here so often. “I figured.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, studying him with a frown. His green scales looked far rougher than when I’d spoken to him only last week. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes. I must say, I’m relieved that you and Monqilcolnen are back together again.”
“Me too,” I replied, ducking my head.
“Dilvonsil will be too.”
Another laugh broke out of me. “They pinged me several times to insist I tell them what had happened.”
Jemtonkilsol chuckled, making me smile. I was so comfortable with both of Monqilcolnen’s parents.
It was unexpected, but oh so nice. Monqilcolnen was exceedingly close with them, and if I didn’t get along with his parents, I imagined it would be yet another hurdle between us.
We hardly needed more. I had to credit the two of them, though.
They both treated me kindly and never questioned why Monqilcolnen and I were together.
I was truly lucky he had such understanding parents.
“Where is Monqilcolnen?” I asked, braiding my hair.
“Monqilcolnen’s house god was screaming fiercely,” Jemtonkilsol replied. “He shall return after he has appeased her.”
“He’s feeding her again,” I muttered, eyes darting to the closed door.
Monqilcolnen never closed the door unless he wanted to not bother me when I was sleeping.
Or when he was feeding Cincin unnecessarily.
He couldn’t resist her sad cries. “I keep telling him not to feed her extra. It’s not good for her. ”
Laughter made me turn toward the screen. “You two are well suited.”
The door slid open, and Monqilcolnen glanced between me and his father. Leisurely, he took a seat behind me and took over braiding my hair.
“Thank you, Star,” I said.
Jemtonkilsol smiled as he ran his purple gaze over us, but he seemed tired. An air of exhaustion hung around him, and I worried mine and Monqilcolnen’s short separation had worried him excessively.
“Father was just checking on us, but he already knew we’d gotten back together,” Monqilcolnen commented.
“That is a very useful inner fire.”
“It can be, at times,” Jemtonkilsol said, “and at others, it is hard to accept the path before me or those I love. Acceptance is all I can do, though.”
“Did something happen, Father?” Monqilcolnen asked, his fingers pausing in the middle of my braid.
“Many things have happened.”
I frowned, and I knew my expression was mirrored by Monqilcolnen behind me because Jemtonkilsol chuckled.
“As I said, well suited. But nothing has happened that you need to be worried about.”
“If you’re sure?” Monqilcolnen asked.
“I am.”
Before either of us could press further, Dilvonsil came onto the screen, and I beamed. “Hello,” I greeted them.
They returned my look. “Wyn! I am quite pleased to see you back where you belong—in my son’s arms.”
My mouth dropped open at their forwardness, but Monqilcolnen hissed, “Xapher!”
Dilvonsil shook their head, grinning. “You’re far too easy to tease, but you look much happier than you were only days ago. It’s easy to see why.”
Monqilcolnen just put his face against my shoulder to hide, my braid forgotten. I patted his head, but I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I adored when his parents teased him. It let me see how his family worked and gave me hints of his childhood.
The rest of the conversation continued as such.
Both of them teasing Monqilcolnen, me comforting him with my tail running over his.
They were curious about my accessibility work with Caleb and the meeting that was going to take place in front of the Cohort, and my AI kill code and how the project was going.
All followed by more teasing of their kit.
When the session ended, Monqilcolnen pulled me backward, and we fell back onto the bed, me landing half on top of him.
He pushed my pink hair to the side, kissing my neck. “My parents love you.”
I rolled over so I could see him. “I really like them.”
His eyes closed as he smiled. I kissed his lips, and he groaned. I threw my leg over him, so I was straddling his hips. His hands cupped my butt as he deepened the kiss, his tongue attacking mine.
“Wyn,” he moaned.
“Fucking first, food after, then something fun.”
“Yes,” he whispered before taking control, and I let him. This time.
Wyn was snuggled against my side as we ate, his naked thigh pressing into mine.
It had been a quick, rough fuck, but not one without emotion or cuddling.
Wyn had kissed me, called my name, and held onto me tightly once we were done.
I cupped the back of his head as Wyn shoved a berry into my mouth.
I crunched on the crisp, tart fruit. I pressed my forehead against him, and Wyn smacked my butt with his tail.
“Eat,” he commanded.
I loved when he took care of me. Wyn was treasuring me in his own way, and I loved it. I bit his earlobe, making him shiver.
“I would rather eat you,” I murmured.
“You already did. Seed is not enough food.”
I laughed, straightening. Wyn shoved meat wrapped in flat bread into my mouth, and I licked his fingers. “Thank you, Peace.”
He kissed my shoulder but otherwise didn’t comment.
I loved when we were together, but it wasn’t enough.
Not by half. I wanted to make routines and find our normal together.
Simply spending time and existing together was paramount.
To do that, I needed him here more than one night a week.
I needed more than only a few nights a week. I needed him here always.
However, I wasn’t ready to admit the depth of my attachment.
“Wyn,” I started.
“Yes?”
I cleared my throat, and he looked at me. Whatever he saw in my expression had him leaning closer and abandoning the shared plate of food in front of us.
He touched my cheek. “What’s wrong, Star?”
I closed my eyes at the endearment. “Wyn.” His name was a moan on my lips, the breath in my lungs, and the utter beat of my soul.
“Talk to me.” He held my face between his palms.
I gathered my courage. “Would you maybe consider, just consider, perhaps moving in with me?”
He stared at me for several long moments.
“You do not have to decide now,” I said, my soul cracking and fracturing into a thousand pieces at his utter silence. “I might be moving too fast for you. Perhaps in the future, if you’re amiable. It does not—”
His lips were on mine, silencing me. I groaned, my fingers finding his waist and pulling him on top of me. Neither of us had put on clothes after fucking, so his bare scales pressed against mine and his warmth seeped into me.
I yanked him as close as possible, one hand behind his neck to keep him against me, the other splayed on his lower back. Wyn fisted my hair and grabbed my tail with his. His wings sprawled, and I groaned. I felt so safe when he did that. He was my Wyn, my perfect Peace.
Wyn pulled back. I chased him, but he stayed out of reach. Panting, I met his clear blue eyes.
“I will consider it, Star. Give me time. This is new, but I want you. Badly. And I like being here with you.” He held my cheeks again and bonked his forehead to mine. “You don’t have to be so nervous. Did you think I would say no?”
I released a breathy chuckle. “I’m terrified you will leave.” Wyn shook his head, dragging his scent gland over mine. I moaned as our scents mingled. I whispered, “Peace.”
“I won’t leave,” he muttered. “I don’t want to go anywhere that you’re not.”
“So stay then.”
He chuckled. “I do plan on sleeping here tonight, after we have fun.”
“That’s rather nice.”
Wyn laughed again, his arms slotting over my shoulders. “You make me happy.”
“As do you.” I pressed a light kiss to his lips. “I am so happy.”
We stayed like that, and I couldn’t want anything more.