Chapter 30
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“ Y ou’re a menace,” Wesley huffs, attempting to catch his breath after his latest round of rutting into me, as I tease his semi-hard cock with a playful stroke.
I laugh and move my hand away. “Are you tired already, daddy?”
“How are you not tired?” he asks with a raspy laugh, bringing his hand down to grab my ass and tug me against his chest. I wince as my sticky skin presses against his short fur, hoping we won’t get glued together like this, but as I’ve learned, Wes doesn’t give a shit about bodily fluids or mess. In fact, he probably loves the feel of my sweat and cum soaked skin.
You’d think he’d be equally gross, with how he exerted himself fucking me, but pressed up against him and my face dangerously close to his armpits, he smells good. A little more musk in the spice of his normal scent, but it screams sex in the best way to my lizard brain.
No wonder I used to get turned on when I saw Wesley after he’d been working out with Doug. It’s some kind of damn minotaur pheromones. “You smell too good. It keeps making me horny,” I mumble into his chest.
He laughs even harder, his chest reverberating against my cheek. “Then I guess it’s time to take a shower. Actually, I’ll take a shower and you take a bath. Don’t want you to tempt me again.”He groans dramatically. “I thought it would be impossible, but I think you drained me dry.”
I did go pretty hard on earning my role as his cumslut, going down on him after he called me that, then begging for him to fill me up twice more. Now that we’re coming down from the rush of sex, I feel like I should be embarrassed, but instead I’m oddly proud of myself. Who knew kinky roleplay could help me appreciate myself more?
“Fine, but only because I think I might pass out if I come again,” I say, realizing how drained and sore I am now that the high of multiple orgasms is fading.
Wesley gives me a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t the best daddy tonight, but I couldn’t help it. You’re too damn sexy.”
“Dude, we’re making up for a year of suppressing our attraction to each other. It’s okay that you wanted to fuck me instead of being ‘responsible’. We’ll figure out the balance.”
He cocks a brow at me. “Dude?”
“Yeah. Anything else I call you right now will sound too hot.” I giggle when he gives me an even more incredulous look.
“Alright, dude , get your ass in the tub,” Wesley says, rolling his eyes at me.
“Eww, it sounds weird when you sa y it to me!” I scrunch my nose in exaggerated displeasure.
Wesley huffs and pinches my ass, causing me to squeal and pull away from him. His eyes fill with heat as I stand and move out of reach, and I watch as his cock begins to swell. “On second thought, maybe I’m not completely drained.”
“Now who’s the menace?” I ask, eyebrows raising in surprise.
He reaches out to grab my hip, but I dart away toward the bathroom. I laugh in delight as he lets out a low growl and stands to give chase. I run into the shower, but before I can close the glass door behind me, he’s there, pressing me inside and against the cool tile.
“Wes,” I gasp as he turns on the water and drops his mouth to my breast as his other hand palms the other.
He pulls off my nipple and sinks to his knees in front of me, water cascading over his shoulders. “You’re right. We’re making up for lost time. There’ll be time for temperance and self-discipline later. Right now, I need you again.”
I grab onto his horns to steady myself and sigh as his wide tongue swipes against my clit. I’m not sure we’ll ever stop needing each other, but I couldn’t care less right now.
Over the next few months, we learn through trial and error how to strike a balance between desire and responsibility. It’s tempting to allow myself to sink into the bliss of being with Wesley and ignore everything else. I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who’d throw away her goals because of some good dick and the general excitement of a new relationship. But the joy of spending time with him is a stark enough contrast to the stress of my daily life that part of me wants to say fuck it, close my shop, and be his baby girl around the clock.
I don’t do that, of course. I’ve worked too hard to give up on what I’ve built, and it means too much to me. No, I don’t quit. Instead, I adjust.
It’s hard and exhausting, but slowly I start to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Partially because of my own work, partially because of Wesley’s help with planning and setting boundaries, but mostly because of Caleb.
Wesley jokes that I love Caleb more than him, and I don’t argue. Sure, I love my minotaur more than I can even express, but Caleb? He’s a miracle in a steadfast, hilarious package. I think we might be friend soul mates, if such a thing exists. That first day he showed up at my place with a box of donuts and a nervous smile on his face, acting like I was doing him a favor by having him help me with my shop, I knew he was perfect. And for some weird reason, he likes me just as much. Yes, he works for me, and does a damn good job, but he’s also quickly become one of my best friends.
It doesn’t hurt that we can swap stories about how weird our monster mates are. We’re chatting on a rainy afternoon after we’ve finished our work for the day, when we finally address one of the few topics we haven’t broached.
“So…we’re friends, right?” Caleb asks, then takes a sip of his coffee. He sounds casual, but there’s tension in his posture.
My stomach clenches with sudden nerves. “Yeah. I mean, I think so. Unless you secretly hate me and pretend to enjoy talking to me so you can get mediocre pay as my shop assistant and accountant.”
He laughs, some of his messy brown hair falling into his eyes as he shakes his head. “Yes. We’re friends. Unless you secretly hate me and are only putting up with me because I’m good at doing your accounting. ”
My eyes widen and I grab his hand. “No! You’re the best! I would die without you.” I’m not sure if we’re at the point in our friendship where I can break his personal bubble, so quickly pull my hand back with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, not to be dramatic. But yeah, friends.”
Caleb pretends to wipe sweat from his brow, but there’s some genuine relief in his eyes. “Whew, okay.”
A few awkward moments pass as we quietly sip our coffee. Usually silence between us is comfortable, but I get the sense he was going somewhere with his question other than confirming our friendship.
“Is that all you were going to ask?” I prompt.
“Oh! Yeah. Does…” A flush peeks out from beneath Caleb’s cropped beard, and he takes a long time before he continues, like he’s debating whether he should say something or not. “Does Wesley have a thing for, uh, coming on you?”
That’s not at all what I was expecting. My eyebrows shoot up. “Uh, what?”
“I’m not asking to be a perv!” Caleb’s flush spreads down his neck as he tries to explain the strange question. “It’s just… I don’t know anyone else with a monster partner, and I was curious if it was just a mothman thing or…”
Now that the initial shock has worn off, I laugh. We’ve never talked about sex, and I never brought it up because I’m his employer, but I’ve been very curious. “No, uh, it’s not.” I decide to venture a bit more information because I’m dying to know more. “I swear Wes would make me walk around covered in his jizz if he could.”
Caleb lets out a choked laugh. “Oh my god, why is that? Not that I mind when Tomas… but like… I can’t go around like that! ”
“I tried to get Wes to explain, but all he could say is he ‘needs’ to do it.” I roll my eyes, and Caleb laughs harder.
“There seem to be a lot of things monsters ‘need’ to do. Sometimes I wonder if they don’t play it up, so us gullible humans go along with it. Not that I’m complaining about my sex life. Uh, that’s…” Caleb rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, is this weird to talk about? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“Dude, I didn’t ever bring up monster sex because I thought it’d be weird for me to ask! Please talk to me about this. My friend Kelly is a witch, so she knows about monsters, but she’s a lesbian with a strong aversion to any conversations that involve dicks.”
“Oh damn, yeah, that’d be a problem, given how, uh, prominent our monsters’ dicks are.” Caleb makes a circle with his hands and then snorts.
“Wait, really ?” My eyes threaten to pop out of my head as I look at the circumference he’s demonstrating. Caleb nods. “Holy shit. I mean, I knew Wes got the magic lube from you but, Tomas is that big?”
“Yeah, apparently one of the things mothmen share with actual moths is that their dicks are enormous proportional to the rest of their body.” He clears his throat. “Thankfully, they don’t, uh, deposit eggs like moths do.”
“Oh god, I’d never even thought about that. I wonder if any monsters do have eggs…” I can’t decide if the idea grosses me out or turns me on. “I wish I knew some other humans dating monsters so I could ask, but we seem to be rare, what with the whole ‘monsters hiding in the shadows’ thing.”
Caleb thinks for a moment. “There’s Mona, Max’s partner. I’ve talked to her a few times, but she seemed way too cool and hot for me to attempt being her friend.”
“Uh, are you saying I’m not cool and hot? Rude. ”
His eyes go wide. “No!! You are! But I had an excuse to worm my way into your life.”
I giggle. “I’m kidding. I know I put off more feral raccoon energy than hot bitch energy.”
“I love raccoons!” Caleb exclaims earnestly, and I laugh even harder. “Wait, do you think raccoon shifters exist?”
I shrug. “Maybe? Don’t raccoons have bones in their dicks?”
“I’m not sure if that would be a good or a bad thing,” Caleb says, his face scrunching.
“Guess we might not have it too bad as far as monster weirdness goes. Maybe together we can befriend Mona and ask her what weird shit she deals with.”
“Yeah,” Caleb says with a chuckle. “Though I don’t mind Tomas’ weirdness…it’s actually pretty great. I know Tomas and I are fated mates and we’ll never break up, but he’s ruined me for all other men.”
My chest squeezes at the lovestruck look in Caleb’s eyes as he talks about his mothman mate, knowing I look the same way whenever I think about Wes. “Same. Wesley is amazing. Better than anything I could’ve ever dreamed of for a partner.”
“We’re really lucky, aren’t we?” Caleb asks, his voice growing soft.
My own is hoarse from emotion when I answer. “Yeah.”
As if summoned by my swooning, I hear the front door opening.
“Hey baby girl!” Wesley calls out from the entryway. I turn to see him in his human glamor, laden with an absurd amount of groceries. He makes a beeline toward where I’m sitting in his living room—no, our living room. I keep forgetting that this is my home, because it still feels surreal. I unofficially moved in two weeks after we started dating, and a month later, Wesley hired movers to bring all my shit over from my house and helped me set up t he basement as my official office and design studio.
Wesley bends down to kiss my cheek, then exchanges pleasantries with Caleb before heading over to the kitchen to set the bags down. “Got some stuff to make that stir fry you like. Also, they had a deal in the bakery, so I picked up a pie. Well, two pies, but we can freeze one of them if that’s too much.”
Caleb suppresses a laugh as I roll my eyes behind Wesley’s back. I’ve given up on arguing with Wesley about him overestimating how much food we need. Mostly because he claims that it’s an instinctual thing for him as a monster to provide an abundance of options to his partner.
“Do you want to stay for dinner, Caleb? We’ve got more than enough food!” Wes has a twinkle in his eyes, like he’s goading me into complaining about the ridiculous amount of food, but I don’t take the bait. My ass is still a little sore from last night’s discipline.
“I shouldn’t. Thank you though! I, uh, I have some stuff to do for the party on Saturday. Speaking of which, I’m going to head out.” Caleb stands and I walk with him to the door.
We talk for a minute about the party before I bid Caleb good night, and he heads home. When I return to the kitchen, Wesley’s removed his glamor and is putting the groceries away, but he pauses when I join him. His tail wraps around my waist as soon as I’m within reach, and he pulls me in against his chest, nuzzling his snout against my hair.
“You done with work for the day?” he asks, hands roving down my back.
“Yep, finished a bit ago.”
“Mmm, good,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl. I think you deserve a reward after dinner.”
I frown up at him. “After d inner? Why not now?”
His hands drop further to squeeze my ass, and I gasp as he sinks his fingers into the sensitive marks he left there in a delicious reminder of what happens when I decide to be a brat. I press closer to him to try to escape his wicked fingers and feel his cock already thickening against my belly.
“Okay, okay, after dinner,” I say, though I’m unable to stop myself from grinding my hips against his leg to see if he’ll cave and take me now over the kitchen island.
Wesley laughs, far too aware of my game. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth the wait.” He bends down to press his lips to mine, and I sink into the bubbly bliss of kissing him.
I know he will. Not just tonight. Wesley has, and always will be, worth the wait.