Chapter 15 Best Friends
Best Friends
TERRANCE
On Monday afternoon, while Lothair was on the phone with his manager, I called my pops.
His greeting was, “You missed family lunch again.”
“I’m sorry, Pops. I had an emergency at work. My client was attacked.”
My great-grandfather whistled under his breath. “I saw that on the news! It’s nasty how the paparazzi follow that young man. I bet it was one of them.”
“Could be. We don’t know yet.”
“And how are you?”
“I’m fine. Good. Listen, Pops, I have some news. I haven’t told anybody yet. I was hoping you might have some advice for me. Are you alone? Can you talk?”
“I’m out with the dog and listening.” I could hear distant birdsong on the phone.
My pops lived in our residence outside Ardaine together with my grandparents and my uncle’s ample family.
It was a huge house, more like a mansion, but with twelve of them in it, it got busy.
Pops got his much-needed solitude during treks around the neighboring forests, using his aging border collie as an excuse to be gone for hours every day.
“Just let me talk, okay? No interruptions.”
“I said I was listening.” The sound of his footsteps on gravel died out. He must have paused.
I took a deep breath and laid it all out.
“I have a mate. We only just found out. He’s a dragon too, an alpha, and…
I’m mated to Lothair. I don’t want to tell Dad and Papa yet, not when Lothair and I are still figuring things out.
But before you ask, yes, I’m sure, yes, it’s final, and no, I won’t do anything to change it.
I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be possible if I tried, but most importantly, I don’t want to. He’s my mate, and I’m falling for him.”
I could hear Pops breathing in the phone and nothing else.
“That’s it?” he asked after a while.
“Yes.”
“You said no interruptions, so I wasn’t sure.”
“No. Um. That’s it.”
“Congratulations, boy,” he said brightly. “You must be happy.”
Relieved, I stopped pacing around the room and sat on the sofa. One down, plenty more to go. “You’re not surprised?”
“Sure I am. It’s not every day your great-grandson tells you he’s mated to an A-list celebrity.”
I snorted. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“Why? Should it?”
“He’s an alpha, Pops.”
“Badger!” Pops called his dog, and a rustling sound followed. He must have resumed walking. Then he said casually, “Dragons haven’t cared about that nonsense for ages.”
“Some do.”
“Then they’re fools.”
“We can’t have children together. Papa will care about that.”
“Like he doesn’t have ten grandkids already. By the way, Conrad Roche is mated to an alpha, and they have an entire entourage of kids with their omegas.”
I blinked. “I didn’t know that.”
“You’re a good boy. Such a good boy. There, have a treat.” I chuckled when I realized Pops was talking to the dog and not me.
“Are there more mated alpha couples you know in Ardaine?”
“Two or three that I only know fleetingly. If you made the time to join us for the gatherings, you’d know Conrad’s story. You might even have been better prepared for this situation.”
“I work six days a week, Pops.”
“For your mate?”
“Well, no. I got a leave for the bonding, and then…my boss assigned me some paperwork.”
“Don’t you hate that?”
I might one day, but my priorities were different now. “Lothair is in danger, and I need to stay with him. When the threat against him is eliminated, we’ll figure it out. Listen, the thing you said about Conrad… Are they married to omegas? Plural?”
“Eh, I don’t think they’re married. But I believe they all live together, the four of them.
Must be fun. At the last party at the Sullivans’, they had a young man with them, not even twenty-five and pregnant.
I believe he was their youngest mate. A gorgeous omega.
I didn’t want to ogle, but with the way he was dressed… ” Pops trailed off, humming.
I chuckled. “You’re one hundred and eleven years old, Pops. Aren’t you done with that kind of thing?”
“I’m old. Not dead.”
Laughing, I shook my head. I hoped I’d have half his energy once I reached his age.
“Do you want to meet Conrad?” he asked. “He’s been together with his partner for decades. He’ll know more about this than I can tell you. I can call him for you.”
“I might take you up on that. I’ll talk to Lothair about it first.”
“You do that.”
“And please, don’t say anything to anyone yet.”
“Do you think I want to listen to all that blabbering once they find out? Just warn me when you’re about to tell them, and I’ll make myself scarce.”
“You know what, I’ve changed my mind. How about you explain it to the lot of them, and I make myself scarce?” I joked.
Pops gifted me with his best belly laugh, but then his tone turned serious. “It’s a good thing, Terrance. Finding your mate is always, invariably, a beautiful thing.”
“Thank you. I’m starting to get that.”
“Good. Where is he now?”
“He was on a call with his manager. But he might be done now.”
“Go to him. Tell him your old pops is looking forward to meeting him.”
“I will.”
“Enjoy, boy. It’s a special time.”
I found Lothair naked in the pool. For a minute, I only watched. Then I dropped my clothes and joined him.
LOTHAIR
We spent the following days in and out of bed. Carlos had reshuffled my schedule, so I wasn’t needed on set until Friday, thank fuck. The police and Terry’s boss were chasing down the perp, and we could just lock out the outside world for a while.
We’d moved into the fuck room because the bed was bigger than the one in my bedroom, and when I half shifted—which happened often when Terry fucked me—we didn’t run the risk of tearing down the curtains and smashing the lightbulbs in the ceiling.
I lay face down on the mattress, and Terry pulled on my tail, his dick in my ass to the hilt. His partially swollen knot pressed on my gland. I grunted, digging my claws into the pillow. I wanted to hump the bed, but Terry held me tight. He bit into my tail.
“Ass up, boy. C’mon.”
I scrambled to my knees, leaving my upper chest on the bed. He plunged into me again, my rim stretching around the girth of his knot. The ridges under his cockhead rubbed my insides somewhere deep. He could gut me with that cock.
Then he grew even bigger, pushing my organs aside, and the air around us moved as his wings must have spread above us.
Oh, yeah.
We fucked like monsters, claws tearing at fabric, wings flapping.
My ass squelched with an abundance of lube and his precum.
He roared when he came inside me. He flipped me around and sucked me into his throat.
Holding him by his horns, I fucked his mouth, and he gulped my cum down, his tail swishing and spiraling in the air like a cat’s.
I looked up into the mirror above the bed, at the image of us together, with our horns, claws, wings, and tails, doing unspeakable things to each other like two demons from hell. We looked beautiful… Immortal.
I loved half-shifted sex. I was so much more sensitive in this form. And Terry’s dick got longer and harder too, pushing me to the limit of what I could take. But my body was changing for him, and even half shifted, he could impale me to the root.
I hadn’t fucked him yet. I hadn’t asked.
Maybe it wasn’t his thing, which was fine.
My earlier desire to make him take it one day had been fueled by frustration and wanting to own him.
But now my dragon sensed that, however unlikely it was, this man did belong to me.
Unless I fucked up horrendously—which could happen—he was mine.
Terry kissed up my cock and licked the ridges before crawling up my body and sharing the taste of my cum with me. We shifted back while kissing. His skin softened, and his muscles went pliant under my hands.
“You’re a great fuck,” he said. He bit my lip teasingly.
I snickered. “You too.”
“Let’s go for a swim. Then you need to start getting ready for your big date tonight.” He said it lightly, but it made me uncomfortable anyway. Was it only in my head, or did my fake date with Olivier bother him?
“I don’t want to go anywhere.”
Terry ignored my whine. He slapped my ass lightly and rolled off the bed. “C’mon.”
We swam in the pool, then I showered and shaved. I chose a dark-blue designer suit I’d only worn once before. It had peacock feathers embroidered on the lapels. With a black shirt underneath, I hoped I looked sufficiently glamorous.
“The car is waiting outside,” Terry said, eyeing me up and down.
“How do I look?”
“Great, as always.” But he had those tense brackets by the corners of his mouth, and the crease between his eyebrows deepened.
I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and breathed him in, closing my eyes. He always smelled so good. “You say one word, and I’ll cancel.”
“No,” Terry said sharply.
I looked at his face and balked. He seemed angry. “Terry?”
“Get on your knees.”
Holding his gaze, I sank to my knees. Whatever he wanted.
He cupped my jaw and rubbed his thumb over my lips.
“I don’t like it.”
“I’ll cancel.”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “No. You’ll go and be on your best behavior. You’ll be attentive and polite, and you will not flirt with him.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
He pushed a thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.
“You look so nice in your suit. You’re ruining your pants kneeling for me like this.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t with his thumb stroking my tongue. But he’d told me to kneel, and I would, for however long he wanted me to. Screw the pants.
“If I forbade you to go, you wouldn’t.”
I shook my head just a little.
“The Lothair Courtemanche,” he muttered. “What happened to turn you into my obedient fucktoy?”
He didn’t want a reply. He had three fingers in my mouth, reaching deep. My eyes watered, but I didn’t look away from his face.
Then he deftly unzipped his pants and took his dick out. It grew hard in his hand in a second. He tugged my mouth open wide and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
He thrust into my throat, deep and rough, and I gagged.