Chapter 21 Meeting the Family
Meeting the Family
TERRANCE
Carlos Sorensen didn’t publish the pictures.
Instead, he vanished. I didn’t like that one bit, but there wasn’t much we could do.
Going to the police would mean the pictures would likely leak.
Paris had a few people looking for Carlos, and Devon advised us to let it go. It was Paris’s fight more than ours.
Ever so slowly, I relaxed into my new life.
When Lothair was filming, I accompanied him to the set and worked on my laptop from his trailer.
My new job description was security threat assessment.
It was strategic and complex, and I liked the challenges.
Most of the analytical tasks could be performed through online searches and calls, and I had a couple of junior investigators to help me with the fieldwork.
Some sensitive cases required working from the office, but Lothair’s and my bond was growing stronger, and we handled short-term separations quite well.
Lothair seemed happy. He was enthusiastic and energetic but without the restless searching for the next adrenaline kick. Instead, he doted on me, and I let him. I soaked up his attention like a damned sponge.
But even as I could feel his growing love for me, there was this deep urge in both of us. A yearning for something more.
We were on location in the wilderness east of Ardaine.
I was just wrapping up for the day, typing out a few notes for tomorrow, when the door to the trailer burst open.
Lothair charged inside and locked the door behind him.
His set assistant, who usually trailed after him like a shadow on filming days, must have stayed outside.
“Put that away,” Lothair hissed, his eyes flashing.
“Why?”
Instead of replying, he closed my laptop with a push of his hand and set it aside on a shelf.
“You’re lucky I saved it,” I muttered. “What’s going…”
I never finished my question.
Lothair sank onto his knees in front of me and frantically unzipped my pants.
He pulled out my cock and swooped down the length like he’d been starving for me.
I got hard so fast I could swear I felt the blood leaving my brain and rushing into my dick.
With a moan of relief, Lothair sucked. His head bobbing, he took me into his throat over and over.
Overwhelmed, I grabbed his hair and neck, holding his head to me with both hands.
He gagged but only increased the tempo.
“Baby, I’ll come.”
“Mm-hmm.”
The orgasm slammed into me, and I lost sight of Lothair’s face in my lap. He sucked the cum out of me, squeezing my knot until it almost hurt.
I was still dazed from the pleasure when he stood and freed his hard dick. His eyes seemed to be burning.
He put one foot by my side on the narrow bench, and I opened my mouth. I let him feed me his cock, holding his feral gaze. He was in a mood today. We would spend the rest of the day fucking like rabbits.
He fucked my mouth ruthlessly, hitting the back of my throat until he came with a muted roar.
If someone had walked by the trailer, they must have heard him.
Not that Lothair cared about that sort of thing.
Most people who worked close to him had probably begun putting things together about the two of us, but as long as my face wasn’t splashed across the tabloids, I didn’t mind.
I gobbled up Lothair’s cum and licked his softening dick. He hugged my head to his belly, combing through my hair.
“Sorry.”
“For what?” I mumbled into his T-shirt.
“I was rough.”
“You were. I liked it.”
He snorted out a laugh.
I rested my chin against his chiseled stomach and looked up at him. “Besides, do you think you could force me to do something I didn’t want to do?”
Lothair squinted. “No. But I can entice you.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Touché. You’ve done that a few times.”
Lothair’s signature smug smirk appeared, but this time, it warmed me on the inside.
“Can we go to the club?” he asked as we drove home, Kim trailing us in another vehicle.
I knew which club he meant. We still hadn’t explored the possibilities Conrad Roche had mentioned during our visit. “We can. But not tonight.”
He looked through the passenger window at the passing traffic. We were driving along the outskirts of town, avoiding the late afternoon rush. “It’s not like I’ll be hungover at your family’s lunch.”
“I know. But I think we should talk it through first.”
“We’re mated. We don’t have to talk things through. We’re made for each other.”
I glanced at him with my eyebrows raised. “Really?”
He shrugged. He looked so sullen; it was adorable. Sadly, I had to return my attention to the road.
“It doesn’t work like that, and you know it,” I said. “Let’s go home, talk, and then you can bend me over in the fuck room and pound my hole until I yell louder than Toby the Screamer.”
At that, he perked up. “You’re on.”
Back at the house, Lothair poured us both a glass of whiskey, and we sat on the patio.
“Do we need rules or something?” he asked, twirling his drink.
I took a gulp, savoring the burn. “I don’t know. Is there anything you would never want me to do?”
He hesitated, then pinned his violet eyes on my face, frowning. “Don’t fuck another alpha without me.”
That was easy. I’d never been interested in anyone but him. “What if I fuck another omega without you?”
Lothair made a face. “Yeah, no.”
“I don’t want to.”
His eyes brightened. “Me neither.”
“But we’re both…” I searched for the best word then settled on, “Unsatisfied.”
“Sex with you is the most satisfying I’ve ever had in my life. But when we fucked Zach together or when I saw you lusting after that curvy waiter, what was his name…?”
“William.”
“William with his suckable tits. Do you think he’d still be up for a threesome?”
“The same thing is happening to both of us.”
“You think?”
“Yes.” I placed my hand on his neck, massaging. “I really want to see you fuck an omega again. I want to watch your dick sink into a breedable hole and feel the pleasure you feel. Smell it. I want to be there when you come.”
“So we only do it together?” He bit his lip. His pupils looked bigger.
“Yes. And when something doesn’t feel right, you tell me, and I stop whatever I’m doing. Do you hear me?”
“Sure.”
“I don’t care if one or both of us are balls deep in a slick ass. It feels off, we stop.”
“Why do I want this so much, Terry? I love you. I don’t want anybody else. But the urge…it’s here.” He put his hand on his underbelly.
I took his glass away and straddled his hips. His hands moved immediately to my ass. I kissed him, letting our tongues tangle, until I felt him moan into the kiss.
“It’s instinct,” I whispered. “We’re mated, so the dragons want to breed. If we deny ourselves, it could get messy.”
He nodded, nuzzling my face. “God, Terry, just the thought of breeding an omega together…”
“One day.”
“I didn’t think I’d ever want kids. But getting someone pregnant… Fuck.”
I chuckled even as I ground our dicks together. “You horndog. Of course, you get off on the idea of busting into someone’s womb. But that would have consequences in nine months, you know. Messy, screaming consequences.”
Lothair winced. “You’re right. One day. In the future.”
We kissed some more, and I could feel him getting frustrated under me.
“How about I go prep now, and you can breed my hole?”
He dug his fingers into my ass.
“Fuck, yeah.”
He waited for me in the fuck room, naked and ready. I played it up for him, getting into the omega mating pose and letting all kinds of noises pour out of my throat while his dick plunged deep into my guts.
I’d never thought it possible, but here I was, on my knees, moaning and whimpering while the city’s most notorious scoundrel fucked my ass.
He was my scoundrel now, and I loved him.
Lothair half shifted while inside me, and I could feel his dick grow deeper into me. I didn’t think. I just craved him. All of him. Everything he could give me. I yelled, “Breed me!” as if I were an omega in heat.
Then we lay there, tangled, his softening dick halfway out of my sloppy, sore hole, cum leaking between us.
“Terry, I love you so much.” He kissed my nape and hugged me tight.
It was clear in his voice and from the tension in his muscles—he was all mine. Devoted.
Lothair looked pale as we drove up to my parents’ house on Sunday.
“Terry, if you ever doubt how much I love you, remember this moment.”
“They’re going to adore you.”
“No. They will accept me because we’re mates. But I’m not the kind of guy parents like to see their kids marry.”
“As far as I know, we’re not getting married.”
He flashed me an annoyed look. Since he’d first mentioned it, I’d been ribbing him about it here and there. “You know what I mean,” he grumbled.
I swung into a parking place next to my older brother’s SUV and turned off the engine. “They’re going to see how much we love each other, and they’re going to be happy for me.”
“Not like they have any choice since we’re mated.”
“See? That means you’re safe.”
He rolled his eyes. “Ugh. Let’s go.”
“Remember the emergency signal?” I checked.
“If I ask for a glass of sparkling water, you’ll get me out of there within ten minutes.”
I grabbed his hand before he could exit the car. “Hey, Lothair, it’s okay. I got you.”
Taking a deep breath, he nodded.
Growing up without a shifter family, Lothair was understandably torn meeting mine.
I figured it might remind him of the things he’d been denied, of the death of his omega dad, and the resentment he’d felt growing up.
I didn’t put any demands or expectations on him.
If he had enough, we would simply excuse ourselves and leave early.