Chapter 22 First Time
First Time
Pascal
My mate slept for hours. The stress of the last few days must have caught up with him. When my phone beeped with a message from Hugo, I left the bedroom noiselessly.
Hugo: How’s the mate situation? Have you told him yet?
Of course, my friend had no idea what had happened.
Me: He’s here. Been with me since Tuesday night. He knows.
Hugo: Congratulations, my friend. See? You didn’t even have to wait a single day.
I was about to type a reply when something occurred to me. I dialed instead.
“Hi, Pascal! Are you going to invite me to the wedding?”
“Not yet. Hugo, theoretically, if someone told the dean I’m in a relationship with a nineteen-year-old student, that could become awkward, right?”
My friend hummed. “Maybe. But he’s at a different college, so formally, it shouldn’t be a problem. Formally. Do you think someone will tell on you?”
“Ansel’s parents are not excited about us being together. There is a possibility his father might try to make life difficult for us.”
“Is he well connected?”
“Ansel’s father is Bernard Perrault.”
“Ouch.”
“Exactly. Ouch.”
“Call the university president.”
“What? You mean I should try an even faster way of getting my ass sacked?”
Hugo chuckled. “Tell him Ansel’s your mate and ask him what to do.”
“But he’s human. I met him.”
“Felix Figueroa is the husband of Governor Figueroa and a dragon mate.”
I was truly and completely uninformed, wasn’t I? “Our governor is a dragon?”
“Dear Pascal, you need to start caring about the community a little more. You’re clueless. Last time, you left Davidson’s party before even saying hi to me and my husband.”
I winced. “I’m sorry.”
“We’ll live. We’ll go on a double date with you and your mate soon. But the Figueroas were both there, you know.”
“I hate mingling and small talk.” Hugo was right, though. Had I paid attention, I could have easily cleaned up this mess myself. “Even so, I can’t just call the university president on fall break with a personal issue.”
“Go via Davidson. He’s your friend, right?
Well, Davidson and Governor Figueroa are good buddies, which you would have known if you had hung around at the garden party.
Leonard Sullivan and Felix Figueroa do yoga together.
Call Sullivan, then Figueroa, and lay the groundwork.
If Perrault contacts the dean or the president himself, at least they’ll be prepared.
You can even phrase it that you’re trying to warn them because Ansel’s father might harass them. ”
“Fucking politics,” I grumbled.
“Stop whining and make the call. I quite like you and would be sad if you got fired for nothing.”
“Thank you, Hugo. Really.”
“Yeah, yeah. Next time, consider trying harder with the mingling and small talk, okay?”
Properly humbled, I thanked my friend again and said my goodbyes.
Davidson didn’t reply at first, but he called me back after ten minutes. He gave me Felix Figueroa’s home number and told me to wait for a message. He would call first and prepare him.
I put my phone on vibrate and tiptoed to the bedroom. Ansel was still asleep. Careful not to disturb him, I slowly sat on the edge of the bed. My mind went back to the nights at the cabin, where I’d watched him sleep just like this, terrified by my own feelings.
My sweetest mate. So young and tiny, yet so fierce.
“I love you,” I whispered and smoothed his hair with a featherlight touch.
I sat staring at my omega until my phone vibrated. Quietly, I left the bedroom. Instead of Davidson’s text, it was a call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Pascal Pembroke? This is Felix Figueroa.”
“Dr. Figueroa, thank you for calling me.”
“First things first. Congratulations on finding your mate,” Figueroa said cheerfully. “I hope you’ll be able to bond in relative peace now.”
“Thank you, sir.” I exhaled. Would it really be so easy?
“I recommend you formally declare the relationship via an email to the dean of the faculty on Monday morning. Be brief and straight to the point. While the relationship is not in direct conflict with the policy since Ansel is not a student at AUC, you deem it best to be transparent in order to avoid confusion and so on and so forth. If the dean’s reaction is unfavorable, contact me directly on this number. ”
“I will, but I hope I won’t have to disturb you again.”
“Wait.” He paused, and I glanced at the bedroom door. Maybe it wouldn’t be so easy. “Your mate is young, right? Before his first heat?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning. “Yes. He’s only nineteen, sir.”
“Then he’ll go into heat soon. Take two weeks leave for a partner’s heat, then declare the relationship.”
Fucking…phew! “Thank you for your understanding, sir. I truly appreciate your help.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to see our community in Ardaine growing. I checked on you, and it seems to be a lucky recruiting for the mathematics department. We’re happy to have you on board. Now enjoy your weekend.”
“Have a lovely weekend, sir.”
I ended the call somewhat stunned. I had grossly underestimated how tightly knit the Ardaine dragon community seemed to be. I quickly typed a message to Davidson, thanking him for saving my clueless butt.
The door to the bedroom opened, and Ansel padded out on bare feet. He looked adorable in my oversized T-shirt. When I opened my arms, he leaned into my embrace with a sigh.
“Sorry I slept so long. I didn’t mean to.”
“You were exhausted, love. You needed a good nap.”
“How come you don’t need to sleep?”
“Five hours is usually enough for me. It’s a dragon thing.”
“Huh. And I’m hungry again. Is that normal?”
“Sure.” I tried to visualize the contents of my fridge, then gave up. “Let’s order something.”
“Great idea. What would you like?”
“I’m not picky.”
Ansel glanced up at me sheepishly. “Can I have a burger?”
I grinned. “You can have whatever you want.”
Ansel nuzzled my pecs, his voice muffled. “’m starving.”
Smiling, I thumbed the app open and quickly searched for a highly rated restaurant nearby that would deliver Ansel his burger.
“Fries?” I asked.
“Yes please. And coleslaw if they have it.”
I added a cheeseburger for me with sweet potato fries and thumbed the app close. “Done. It’ll take twenty minutes. The doorman will let us know when it’s here.”
“Awesome.”
At that, Ansel slid down my body, taking my sweats with him. Before I could say anything, his warm mouth enveloped my cockhead.
I gripped the sofa’s backrest for support.
I’d always be one step behind him, but I didn’t mind in the least.
Ansel sucked me hungrily, making yummy noises. He put my free hand to his hair and looked up, encouraging me to thrust.
When I carefully sank into his throat, his eyes rolled back with pleasure. With one hand, he held the base of my cock, and the other worked between his ass cheeks.
He was fingering himself, the little incubus.
When he came, groaning as he sucked hard, I lost it.
I released into his eager mouth as he gulped everything down. Kneeling at my feet, he rested his head on my thigh.
“That’s better,” he said.
I snorted out a helpless laugh.
When the food came, he demolished the burger with the same appetite he’d sucked my cock.
After dinner, we cuddled on the sofa. Ansel straddled me, and we kissed. Nothing urgent, just gentle nips and caresses of tongues, but I felt the tension gather in him.
“How are you feeling?” I murmured against his lips.
“Fantastic.” He licked my jaw, his soft tongue scraping over my stubble.
“You know what I mean. The past few days have been a roller coaster.”
Ansel leaned back and sighed, his expression getting serious.
“And yet, the only thing I keep obsessing about is making love to you.”
I looked down at our intertwined hands. “Do you understand why I wanted to wait?”
“I do. After reading parts of the book Leonard gave me, I understand it even more than before. But I think we’ve waited long enough.
I know it’ll make me go into heat, but that’ll happen anyway sooner or later.
You don’t have to protect me from yourself, Pascal.
In fact, I don’t want you to. I trust you. Now you have to learn to trust me.”
It made sense. You’re only agreeing with him because you want to finally fuck him, an evil voice in my head whispered.
Ansel caught my chin and lifted my face so our gazes locked. My beautiful mate was looking at me with desire.
“I need you, Pascal. I need you to make love to me.” His tone didn’t allow any argument.
I didn’t want to resist him anymore. Even if I’d thought I should, I wouldn’t be able to fight it.
He placed a tender kiss on my parted lips. “I want you so much it hurts.”
I hugged him to me and stood, cushions tumbling to the floor behind us. I kissed Ansel as I carried him. In the bedroom, I laid him on the sheets. He gazed at me, hopeful and earnest, and I let the yearning flow through me freely.
We both needed it.
My raw hunger stared back at me from his eyes, just as strong.
“Right now?” I asked, breathless.
Ansel nodded and struggled out of his T-shirt.
His pecs were round, his belly swollen. It didn’t matter that we hadn’t fucked yet.
We were saturated with each other’s essence, so the pheromones must have been affecting us since day one.
We couldn’t prolong it anymore without causing each other pain.
Naked, Ansel waited, his cock curving up between his parted thighs. His nipples were tight peaks, sticking out, vying for attention.
I stripped in front of the bed while his expression grew hungrier.
The dragon purred as I crawled onto the bed, caging my mate with my arms and legs.
Ansel’s eyebrows drew together, the tiny crease between them deepening. With his lips parted, he looked a little afraid, but then he wrapped his nimble hand around my dick and stroked.
I hissed at the touch, and Ansel’s expression brightened.
“You’re mine, Ansel. There’s no turning back.”
“And you’re mine. All of you.” He squeezed my cock as he said that. “Now fuck me.”
Mischief flashed across his features, and he dragged his teeth over his lower lip.
I dove for his mouth as I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the mattress. He kissed me back. Spreading his legs, he lifted his hips, rubbing himself on me.
“Damn, you’re horny,” I muttered against his lips and thrust, pressing our cocks together. “Horny. Little. Virgin.”
Ansel whined and sucked on my tongue. Our chests brushed when he bucked under me. I knew what he needed. I just had to let go of all the preconceived, romanticized ideas about what a first time should look like. I had to trust my instincts and read Ansel’s body language.
I held him down as I sucked his nipples, alternating sides. Tomorrow, he’d have lover’s milk. When I sucked hard, pulling on them, he groaned from deep within. “I love it when you do that.”
Traveling down his body, I let go off his wrists. Ansel fisted my hair with both hands, pulling almost painfully. As soon as I caught his cockhead between my lips, he shoved his cock into my mouth to the hilt.
My poor, needy omega.
He’d lost control. Moaning wildly, he pushed off the bed.
“Please, Pascal. Please…”
Holding his hip to still him, I found his rim with my fingertips. It was open, covered with oily slick. The little ring clenched and loosened when I rubbed around it.
I sucked and slowly pushed two fingers inside him.
On a guttural groan, Ansel went limp, his entire body going soft with relief.
He must have felt so empty. I gave him measured, deep strokes, massaging his inner walls while I swallowed around his cock. He took me beautifully, not even a sliver of resistance, just soft, warm flesh, oily slick, and happy sighs.
A few more thrusts and he sounded ecstatic. His cum poured down my throat as he doused my hand with juices. His ass pulsated, inner muscles throbbing.
I’d soon feel that around my dick.
“Want to be on my knees,” he slurred. “You behind me.”
His wish was my command.
He was shivering when I rolled him onto his stomach and tugged his hips up. On his knees, his chest on the bed, he waited. He trusted me with everything.
“If it gets too much, you move away.”
He nodded, his face rubbing against the pillow. I could see his profile; his eyes were closed, and he panted through parted lips.
I was tempted to check again how stretched he was, but then I reminded myself that he was my mate. A dragon mate. He wasn’t as fragile as he looked.
Even so, when I lined up with his opening, I paused.
He was so small. So slim. His ass cheeks barely filled my palms. My thick cock looked like a weapon, the ridges getting more pronounced by the hour.
Pointing at the center of his delicate body, it looked unnatural.
But Ansel rocked back until his slick opening brushed my cockhead.
Like a kiss.
His hole clenched and widened again in response to the first touch. He mumbled my name.
Holding him by his hips gently enough to feel it if he tried to move away, I pushed.
He was mine after all. I owned his body, head to toe.
One day, I’d breed him. I’d fill him up, make his belly grow round and his chest swell with milk and love.
With that thought, I pressed my cockhead inside him. The slick rim stretched like rubber, tight but yielding, and clamped around the ridges.
We groaned in unison.
I stilled, poised above him, with just my cockhead in the heaven that was his flesh. Ansel whimpered needily.
“Love, tell me. Tell me…”
“Pascal, please. Fuck me already!”
Well then…
I inched forward, amazed that it was even possible while knowing deep in my soul that this was right.
Ansel moaned, sighed, and moaned louder when I pulled out an inch and thrust back in.
Ever so slowly, we began moving. I couldn’t fit more than half of my cock inside him, but it was enough.
He made these deep guttural noises on every thrust.
My beautiful little virgin. So fucking horny.
My cock glistened with his slick.
His ass was open, stretched into a wide circle around me. His body welcomed me in, soft and willing. With every other slide in, his rim clenched on my length, and he cried out.
“Ansel, love.” What did I want to say?
“Take me. Deep.” A guttural groan. “My first. Take my…nghh.”
Did my innocent omega enjoy dirty talk?
“That’s right. Your first cock.”
“Uh-huh. Pascal…oh!”
He did indeed.
“I’ll come inside your tight, virginal hole, my little mate.”
A deep flush covered his shoulders as he fisted the bedding. He began meeting my thrusts, pushing back, and his sounds got louder and louder.
“I’m your first.” I thrust just a little harder. Ansel yelled, euphoric. “And your last.” I barely recognized my own voice. “You’re mine alone. Nobody else will ever touch you.”
He fumbled to reach between his legs. The next second, he was orgasming. He came in a series of spasms, loud and glorious, screaming his ecstasy for the entire city to hear.