Chapter 15 Seduction
Seduction
Pascal
I found Ansel in the kitchen, immersed in his phone.
“Everything okay?”
“Oh, hi. Yes. I talked to my father. He seems to have calmed down somewhat. Ha! There it is.” He tapped on his screen. “And done.”
“Huh?”
“My parents had a tracking app on my phone. It took a while to find it, but I’ve just deleted it.”
“A tracking app? Seriously?”
“I know! It’s illegal.”
“Damn right it is.”
“They know about you.”
I balked. Did Ansel’s entire family somehow know about shifters? But Ansel laughed. “Not about you being a dragon. Just that I’m with you. My father doesn’t like it, but he also knows that there’s nothing he can do about it.”
“That’s good, I guess?”
Ansel nodded, grinning. “He has to accept that I’ll be making decisions for myself from now on. It’ll take him a while, but he’ll get used to it.”
“You’re amazing, love.”
Aside from a slight blush, Ansel ignored the praise. He wasn’t used to compliments, was he? With his looks and intelligence, how was it even possible nobody was praising him all day every day?
“Can we go out for lunch?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“Don’t you have to work more?”
“I’ll sort it out in the afternoon.”
“Okay.”
I took him to my favorite Italian place, and we shared a pizza with buffalo mozzarella and cherry tomatoes. Ansel all but inhaled the food.
“I didn’t realize I was so hungry. I don’t normally eat this much.” He looked sheepish as he dabbed his lips with a napkin, wiping away a speck of tomato sauce.
It might be the bonding. And we should check when his heat would arrive because he’d need a contraceptive. I was just about to open that conversation when Ansel’s phone chimed. He grinned at it excitedly.
“That’s Howard, our driver. He texted he’s on his way with my things. I wasn’t sure he’d bring them. Can we go back?”
“Sure.”
I paid the bill while Ansel nipped into the toilet. Then we walked hand in hand back to my place. Ansel squeezed my palm and grinned up at me.
“This is nice.”
I lifted his hand and kissed the back of it, and he blushed.
“I agree.”
I noticed a few people staring at us. It made me wonder if it was because of our visible age difference or because they recognized Ansel.
Or maybe they stared because they were wondering what such a beautiful young omega was doing with the likes of me.
Ansel smiled, carefree, rubbing my fingers with his and leaning against me as we made our way through the lunch-break crowd.
Then the elevator door closed behind us, shielding us from curious strangers. Ansel stretched on his tiptoes to kiss me.
Ever so slowly, it began sinking in—how immensely lucky I was.
I had to take it slow with him so he wouldn’t feel trapped, but that was all just temporary. We would have a lifetime together.
After we’d come back from lunch and Ansel’s things got delivered, we sat in companionable silence at the kitchen table and worked for a few hours.
During fall break, while I didn’t have any lectures, I had a pile of assignments to go through and endless emails to answer.
Always those emails. Most of the time, I could just refer the students to the syllabus or the online course system.
Why didn’t people try to look things up themselves before emailing their professor?
Ansel had his own coursework. Except he kept glancing at me, nibbling on the highlighter he was using to mark stuff in his advanced French grammar book, and I couldn’t focus for shit.
What he’d said about his innocence, all coy and curious… Ansel was seducing me. My virgin omega, my sweet young mate, was intentionally seducing me.
He looked so cute yet so sexy; it was doing my head in. My brain was still scrambling to accept that I was acutely, painfully attracted to a nineteen-year-old omega, and my body was on fire. The niggle of shame, instead of turning me off, only made it worse.
Ansel peered at me from the corner of his eye and tapped the highlighter on his plush lips.
I exhaled harshly through my nostrils. “Stop that.”
He squared his shoulders and twirled the highlighter between his fingers. “What?” The embodiment of innocence, all of him. The little minx.
“I know what you’re trying to do, but it won’t work.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I pushed the laptop away and put my elbows on the table. “You are playing with fire, young man.” I used my sternest teacher tone, glaring at him.
“What are you going to do, Professor Pembroke? Bend me over your knee?”
I groaned. “Don’t you ever call me that again. Ever.”
“I’m sorry,” he piped up.
“I’m having enough trouble accepting that my mate is two decades my junior. If you studied where I teach, I wouldn’t be allowed to look at you.”
“I know. Luckily, I’m at Wintringham. You can do much more than look at me.”
Then he stood and smoothly straddled me in my chair. His ass pressed on my groin, and I got hard in a nanosecond.
Ansel leaned in and kissed me.
“I think it’s hot.”
“What’s hot?” I asked, resigned. I grabbed his ass and massaged the firm cheeks. He was irresistible. Lithe but round in the right places.
“That you’re older and so much bigger than me.”
I buried my nose at the base of his throat. “Fuck, sweetheart…”
“That you’re experienced, but I’m not.”
“Ansel, you’re torturing me.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Yes, you are. Nibbling on that damn highlighter and peering at me from underneath your eyelashes. Saying stuff.”
“I’m not doing it on purpose.”
I leaned back and squinted at him. “No? And what have you been thinking, huh?”
“Um.” A lovely dark flush spread on his cheeks. “I…was thinking about sucking you. About how much I liked doing it.”
“Argh!”
He kissed the hollow in front of my ear and rocked his hips.
“You came on my face.” His voice wavered, and he shivered, but that didn’t deter him.
“And I ate it all. I liked it.” The dichotomy of him being a little ashamed and nervous but saying those things anyway made it all even hotter.
His tongue touched my cheek. “I like your taste. Your cum.”
“Please.”
He suckled on my earlobe. “What do you want me to do?” His throaty voice in my ear, his ass grinding on my erection, I couldn’t form words. “You gave me unlimited access, remember?”
How he tried to sound confident, but he couldn’t quite hide his nervous excitement… I broke.
“Suck me, Ansel. I’m begging you.”
He grinned victoriously and slid onto the floor right there, under the kitchen table. He opened my jeans and pulled my cock out, then licked the head. I slumped in the chair.
Ansel licked along my length and sucked me into his mouth.
Like before, he tested how deep he could take me and choked from time to time, moaning afterward.
His little mouth worked up and down my length, his lips stretched, his tongue dancing along the underside.
It was all amazing, but the best thing was his hunger.
He was eager and impatient, slurping up my precum and gagging with my cockhead lodged in his throat as if sucking my dick was his life’s most important mission.
I was close to exploding, shaking on the precipice, when he pulled off.
He crawled from underneath the table to straddle me again. I’d been so lost I hadn’t even noticed he’d taken off his pants and underwear.
Before I could react, he held my shaft in his fist and rubbed his opening with my cockhead, smearing his slick all over.
My heart smashing against my ribs, I grabbed his hips to stop him.
“Ansel, wait.”
He tensed and bit his lip. His eyebrows drew together.
“I want it. I’m ready.”
“No, love. Not like this.”
I did have some willpower left after all. Small mercies.
Ansel’s expression crumbled, and he looked down, his cheeks heating up in shame. He braced one hand on the table and was about to climb off me. I couldn’t let him. The disappointment and hurt in his face were unbearable. Oh Lord, he was on the verge of tears.
“Ansel, I want you. I do.”
“Then why…?”
I put two fingers on his lips.
“If you mention my age again,” Ansel mumbled against my fingers, “I’m going to get so mad.”
“It’s not just that, even though it’s a part of it. You’ve only just left your old life behind. Don’t you need some time to process it?”
He squinted at me, annoyed, but didn’t say anything.
“I want you, Ansel. My balls are on fire, okay? And I hate myself for saying no to you because it’s fucking torture.”
His lips twitched, his expression undeniably smug.
“But we should wait. Take it slow.” I caressed his lips and cupped his cheek.
When I gazed at his youthful, innocent face, my chest hurt like a fist was squeezing my heart.
“You’re so young, sweetheart.” My voice faltered and broke into a whisper.
“I’m terrified of doing something wrong, of hurting you in my haste to claim you.
I need you to be happy and safe. Please, let’s just wait.
A few more days, a week. Let’s see how you feel then. ”
“I want you too. I can’t imagine being away from you, not even for a minute. My nipples are oversensitive, and I’m slick all the time. That’s the bonding, isn’t it? You said the bonding was already happening. Why do we need to wait?”
“Because when we have sex, it’ll get a hundred times stronger. The bond will get so intense we’ll forget about everything but each other. I’ve seen it happen to others. We’ll lose ourselves for weeks.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“It’s only been a few days.”
He frowned. “What day is it anyway?”
“Wednesday. Sweetheart, we met on Sunday morning. Last night, we kissed for the first time.”
Ansel sighed and leaned his forehead against mine. “It feels like it’s been longer.”
I ran my hands up his back. “You need time,” I said pleadingly, willing him to understand. “And I must give you what you need.”
He nodded slowly, rubbing his forehead against mine. “But it aches, Pascal,” he murmured.
I must give him what he needs.
Even though the conversation had dampened my arousal, Ansel’s pleading tone made me hard again. I held him under his ass and around his back and stood from the chair. He clung to me when I carried him to the bedroom.
I laid him on the sheets, and Ansel gazed at me with heavy-lidded eyes as I undressed us both.
“We’re not going to fuck,” I said.
Ansel pouted but remained quiet.
I kissed a path from his ear to his nipples and suckled on them until he was writhing. Then I finger-fucked and rimmed him, making him come three times in a row. He pulled on my hair, wailing and whimpering, joyous and full of life. I gorged myself on his cum and slick.
“Will you come into my mouth?” he asked, looking drugged.
My gorgeous virginal mate asks me that and whines needily, and I’m going to deny him?
I knee-walked up the bed, and Ansel gripped my thighs, straining to get my cockhead into his mouth. When I came, he gulped down everything and lapped up the little that escaped down my shaft.
Then he sank into the pillows, licking his lips. “I love how it tastes.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I gathered him into my arms, tucking his head under my chin.
Bodily fluids. Pheromones. Bonding. It all worked against me. I shouldn’t have let him eat my cum if I wanted us to slow down, dammit. But he didn’t have lover’s milk yet, so that was something.
“Love how you smell,” Ansel whispered, nuzzling the base of my throat. He kissed the spot, then licked it.
I held him tighter.