Chapter 24 My Birthday Gift
My Birthday Gift
Pascal
It was Saturday afternoon and my fortieth birthday. I hadn’t told Ansel because it wasn’t important. I didn’t want him to stress over it. But somehow, it felt symbolic.
We’d spent the night and morning intermittently sleeping and making love.
As the day progressed, I could smell his scent changing.
His body had transformed already. When I rimmed him, his pucker was all swollen, his hole soft, and as he came on my tongue, his orgasm lasted longer than ever.
He released all over himself, his torso dotted with pearls of seed.
He panted, staring at the ceiling. “I really need to shower now. I’m all sticky and sweaty.”
“Do you want me to help?” I asked from my spot between his spread legs and nipped at his softening cock.
Glancing down at me, he bit his lip. “Not this time? Need to pee and…stuff.”
I chuckled at his embarrassed expression. “Go.”
Ansel rolled off the bed and hurried to the bathroom.
I downed a glass of water, turned onto my back, and stroked myself lazily. He’d be back soon enough.
Lord, we were such horndogs. How many times had we done it since yesterday? I’d lost count.
I have an insatiable nineteen-year-old mate, and I’ve spent twenty-four hours doing nothing but fucking him.
I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh in an empty room like a crazy person.
Ansel returned from the bathroom naked, eyes big and watery, cheeks pink, his cock pointing right at me. And I knew.
The first heat wave had come.
A little stunned and very needy, Ansel seemed to glow. I could have felt like a pervert, a dirty old man, eating him up with my gaze. But I let all that go. My young mate ambled toward me, aroused and beautiful, eager to breed, only mine.
My birthday present.
I sat up on the bed, tugged him into my lap, and slid him right onto my dick.
Ansel sank down on a muted cry and leaned back, staring at me with his mouth open. His body all but swallowed my cock.
“The wave came on so fast,” he whispered breathlessly.
“Good.” I smiled at him and caught his lips in a kiss.
Massaging his ass cheeks, I rocked him in my lap. His slick bathed my cock, leaking out from our tight joining. I brushed my fingertips along his rim and licked them.
Ansel caught my wrist and darted his tongue out. We kissed around my fingers, tasting his heat slick together.
“Oh God, Pascal, that’s so good.”
“It’s just you. Your heat.”
“I need you so much.”
He began riding me, sinking down with force, his ass cheeks smacking against my thighs.
“Pascal!”
His cries got louder, and I helped him move faster, lifting him by his thighs.
He arched his back, sitting down hard, and his cock sprayed my stomach with heat cum.
It was just a small load, but enough to scoop up a few drops with my fingers.
We tasted it together like we’d done with his slick.
It drove Ansel wild. He licked my fingers and sucked on my tongue, whining and bucking in my lap.
I could have lost control. With his virgin heat cum on my taste buds, I could have half-shifted and reamed him until he fainted, but I was hypnotized by the way he moved.
Ansel chased his own pleasure, taking what he wanted.
I’d never seen anything more beautiful than my mate riding my cock into euphoria.
In barely a minute, he came again, his hole milking my erection. His head thrown back, he wailed, his hips jerking.
“More. I need more.” He looked drugged, and when he tried to thrust, his thighs trembled. My poor darling. He couldn’t fuck himself as hard as he needed.
Luckily, his alpha was a dragon. I could pound his ass for hours and never get tired.
I swung him to the side, laying him on his back, and fucked him. His belly seemed to bulge on each thrust. Milk poured out of his nipples in rivulets, and he rubbed his stomach and palmed his little cock.
His face was scrunched up, tongue darting out, so I fed him some of his milk. He sucked on my fingers gratefully.
My sweetest little mate. Unrestrained, horny as hell, greedy, in heat.
When my knot grew, Ansel dug his fingers into my sides. His eyes flew open.
A flash of fear crossed his face, but then his expression went slack with bliss. His ass clenched and fluttered, squeezing my knot fiercely. Ansel came one last time, shivering.
“Love you. Love you so much… God, I love you…” His murmurs slowly quieted as his body went soft.
I rolled onto my back, taking Ansel with me. He curled up on my chest and wiggled on the knot with a sigh.
“Mhmm. Full.”
“Yes, you are. As full as you’ll ever be.”
“So good.”
“Uh-huh. Feels amazing for me too.”
“Love your cock.”
“I love you, Ansel. You’re my everything.”
He hummed contentedly and fell asleep a second later, even as my knot pulsated inside him. He might have been coming in his sleep because his inner muscles spasmed from time to time, and he moaned.
I lost track of time. I let my mind wander to the happiest places—logic could take a hike.
I savored the wet warmth hugging my knot and the feel of Ansel’s skin under my hands.
I petted his ass and sides and imagined breeding him.
I thought of how he’d look pregnant, all small and cute with a big belly.
I even thought of fucking him while he held his round stomach.
The milk would dribble down his ribs, not clear but pearly white.
The fantasies made my knot throb and more cum bubble up from my cock.
It would drench the mouth to Ansel’s womb and make it soft and malleable.
After one or two more heat waves, I’d breed him for real. I didn’t think about the contraceptive. The dragon wasn’t bothered by such mundane things. We would breed. Period.
And I’d marry Ansel as soon as possible. My omega. Forever.
Eventually, the knot went down. My cock slipped out of Ansel’s body. A gush of liquid doused my thighs, but I didn’t care.
I’d shower and change the covers later. Letting Ansel rest was more important.
The pause between waves gave us time to cook a proper dinner.
Ansel felt uncomfortable wearing clothes tight against his skin.
Dressed only in my old T-shirt, which reached to his knees, he looked good enough to eat.
While the rice cooked and the sauce simmered, I lifted him onto the kitchen table and rucked the T-shirt up just to steal a few drops of his milk.
“This should be weird, but it isn’t.” His breath caressed the hair on top of my head. “It makes me horny.”
I smiled into his skin and sucked harder. The milk flowed easily now. A few pulls were enough to get it going. Ansel hummed.
“Seriously,” he murmured. “So horny.”
I looked up to see him pouting.
With a grin, I toppled him onto his back and lifted his legs over my shoulders. Ansel squealed, grabbing the edge of the table.
When I pushed my tongue into his hole, he groaned happily.
“Yes. Like that.”
Purposefully, I tongue-fucked him until he came, then I licked him clean and sucked his nipples, drinking his milk until the timer went off.
Rosy-cheeked and smiling, Ansel set the table.
We were about to sit down and eat when my phone rang.
Without thinking, I opened the video call only to see my parents’ beaming faces, too close to the camera.
Shit.
“Happy birthday!” they yelled.
I glanced guiltily at Ansel, who was gaping at me.
“Hi Pa, hi Dad.” My voice sounded too enthusiastic. I swallowed. “How are you?”
“Good. We’re good,” my alpha dad said. “Are you celebrating? Where are you?” They always thought one had to be loud when speaking on a video call. I turned the volume down.
“I’m at home. Just about to eat dinner.”
“Alone?” my omega dad cried. “It’s your birthday!”
“No. I’m not alone.”
I sat down and looked at Ansel. He was still shocked, but when I gestured for him to come to me, he walked over, fingering the hem of my T-shirt nervously.
“Come here,” I whispered. “They don’t bite.”
I tugged him into my lap and angled the phone camera so he’d be in the frame with me.
“Dad, Pa, this is Ansel.”
My mate’s formal upbringing kicked in immediately. “Good evening, Mr. Pembroke. And Mr. Pembroke.”
My pa stared with his mouth open and one hand on his chest while my dad leaned closer to the camera, squinting.
“Who’s that young man?”
“Ansel is my mate, Dad. I found him only a week ago.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. Pembroke.” Ansel’s impeccable manners didn’t disappoint, even though his voice wobbled.
“Hello, Ansel,” Dad said, stunned.
Then all hell broke loose.
Pa started sobbing, then he laughed, apologized, and sobbed some more while Dad screamed at my youngest brother, Pete, to come meet my mate.
They began handing the phone around, to Pete, his mate, and then my grandfather, who happened to be visiting.
My poor omega kept telling everyone how nice it was to meet them and how kind they were to be welcoming him into the family.
After receiving three separate invitations to stay over the Holidays and New Year, we finally said goodbye and ended the call.
Ansel slumped in my arms. “Oh Lord.”
“I’m sorry.” I kissed his cheek. “If it helps, you were amazing. They’re going to love you.”
“It was lovely to meet them. Your poor papa. You should have prepared him, but he seemed happy, right? And your alpha dad is so nice.” Compared to his father, just about anyone would seem nice.
“I should have prepared you.”
“That’s okay. But I’m mad at you because of something else.”
I ducked my head. “I know.”
He sat up and glared at me. “It’s your birthday. Your fortieth birthday. And I don’t even have a present for you!”
I had nothing to say in my defense. I nibbled on his neck instead.
“Stop distracting me. The dinner is cold. We’ll have to microwave it. You’re going to have microwaved curry and rice for your fortieth birthday dinner.” From the tone of his voice, it was clear how dismal Ansel thought the situation was.
“Today, when the heat wave started…” I began and nuzzled under his ear.
“Yes?”
“You came to me, smelling of heat, trembling. Your cock was hard, and you were blushing.” I kissed the side of his throat and nipped at the tendons there. “And I thought that you were my birthday present. You, in heat. It made me so happy.”
Ansel made a noise, something between a scoff and a hum.
“I can’t even go out and buy you a cake,” he said, his tone softening.
“We can get a cake delivered. We’ll eat it for breakfast tomorrow. In bed.”
“You should have told me.”
“I’m sorry. It just didn’t seem important.”
He caught my face between his hands. “It is important. You are important.”
I pecked his nose. “I love you, Ansel. This is my happiest birthday ever.”
That made him smile.
He forced me to sit while he heated up our portions. He opened a ginger beer and poured it into a couple of champagne glasses. Then we had ice cream for dessert. Ansel sat in my lap and fed me spoonfuls between kisses while I stroked his naked thighs, feeling like a king.
When his next heat wave came soon after dinner, I threw him over my shoulder. He giggled all the way to the bedroom. His laughter turned into a lustful moan when I pushed my cock into him.
“Pascal, I love you. Aah. Yes. So good. Love you so much.”
I had everything I’d ever wanted.
Like a goddamn king.