Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Voxlur
“ R emind me why we live so far outside of town?” I ask, turning to look at Lythell, who’s currently driving us into said town. “I’m starving.”
Lythell chuckles. “Because we hate the assholes who live here?”
Waving my hand in the air, I nod. “You’re right. I probably should’ve eaten breakfast instead of sleeping in.”
Facing forward once more, I try to ignore the hunger raging in my belly. We’re almost to town, anyway. Just another ten minutes, and I’ll be able to eat all the food I want.
Both Lythell and I were born and raised just outside of town. Our parents, as well as a few others, had started a communal farm years ago. We’re mostly self-sufficient, but sometimes it’s nice to go out to eat. The thirty-minute drive isn’t bad—unless I sleep through breakfast, which happens more than I’d like to admit.
From what my mom says, the farm started with just five families, but has grown in size since then. I think there are about thirty families there now, plus those of us who haven’t found their mate yet. Growing up on a farm is hard work, but there’s something about knowing you’re the one who helped put the food on the table that makes it worth it.
It’s not the usual Mheann way, working together with various other species of monsters, but that’s because most people think that every other monster or human species is beneath them. We’d been taught better than that, which is the reason Lythell and I are best friends even though we’re different species.
Lythell is an Alphest, a serpent monster. As with most of the powerful species, he has two forms—a huge beastly form and a smaller form. He’s currently in his smaller form—not that it’s small exactly. When he’s in his beast form, he’s a fifty foot black serpent with wings and horns who can breathe ice. In this form, he’s still mostly serpent. The last time we measured him from his head to the tip of his tail, he was just over eleven feet long. He still has his horned serpent head in this form as well, but his torso is almost like that of a human—just covered in black scales, as the rest of him is.
I’m an Olnavi, and I have two forms as well. In my beast form, I stand nearly twenty feet tall and basically resemble a fox—if foxes had furry wings, multiple tails, and could breathe fire. In the smaller form that I use daily, I’m still covered from head to toe in the same red-brown fur as my beast—except one part of me that’s completely hairless. My head still resembles that of a fox, my torso much like Lythell’s except with fur, and I retain my eight tails and wings. Oh, and I’m nearly seven feet tall.
Yup. You read that correctly. I have eight tails, which means I’m one of the most powerful Olnavi to live in Mheann. There’s only been two recorded cases of an Olnavi with nine tails and ten cases of eight-tailed Olnavi. It’s probably at least part of the reason no one ever screws with the two of us. They wouldn’t stand a chance against Lythell, let alone against the two of us. It certainly makes trips into town a lot better since everyone is afraid to approach us.
“Finally,” I groan as Lythell pulls up in front of our favorite restaurant, Field to Fork. It’s owned by Tystel, who was raised on the farm with us. He didn’t want to stay on the farm, but he uses as many resources from the farm as he can. Plus, he’s a damn superb chef. “If it had taken much longer, I might have had to make a snack out of you.”
Lythell says nothing, just shooting a droll look at me before swinging his door open. If he’d been the one to make the comment, I would’ve joked about how I’m more of a meal than a snack, but that’s just not my friend. He’s more of the silent, broody type.
I climb out of the truck, sniffing the air, hoping to guess what Tystel’s special might be for the day.
Only, it’s not the scent of food I’m hit with.
Lavender and eucalyptus.
“Mate,” I growl, spinning to meet Lythell’s gaze.
“Mate,” he returns in a hiss, and I smile.
Thank fuck we share a mate.
He’s my best friend, and this is something I want to share with him.
I climb back into the truck, Lythell doing the same thing before turning to look at me. “Use that nose of yours to navigate me, yeah?”
“It’ll be my pleasure.” Rolling my window down, I stick my head out it with a grin.
We’re both pushing thirty and were beginning to think our mate must not live in the area. We thought we were going to have to make the difficult choice of leaving to find our mate or mates. Looks like we’re done looking now.
“Take a right,” I order as we pull up in front of the grocery store. “She was here. Likely getting food for her mates.”
Lythell hums. “Already such a good mate, taking care of us before we even arrive.”
It doesn’t take long for us to pull up in front of a beautiful house that’s practically saturated in her scent.
We can’t tell from scents what monster someone is—except humans, who have softer scents that are harder to pick up on. I wonder what our mate will be.
Species don’t matter to us. How could it when we’ve always hoped for the same mate, and we don’t share a species?
Lythell barely remembers to turn off the truck and pocket the keys before he climbs out. As we near the door, her scent gets stronger, and my beast starts pushing against me.
He wants to meet our mate just as much as I do.
“Vox,” he hisses. “I don’t think I can contain the beast.”
“Neither do I. Let’s hope she’s into that.” I reach up to knock on the door, but when a moan reaches my ear, I know there will be no waiting to be allowed inside.
Lythell grabs the knob, hissing when he finds it unlocked. He throws the door open, and we barge inside.
There’s a short hallway, and we follow the sounds of moans. We come to a stop when we find a human pinned against the wall with his cock in our mate’s mouth. Our mate, who is topless. Her torso is that of a human, but from her hips down is a serpent’s tail. Not that I give a shit about the tail when I can’t tear my eyes away from her perfect boobs. Her long white and silver hair is held back from her face by the human’s hand. And what a face it is.
Hot damn.
“Maska,” I growl.
She turns her eyes to the two of us but doesn’t stop what she’s doing. No, she just watches the two of us as she blows the human.
Why is that so hot?
“Not just any Maska,” Lythell hums. “Based on that tail, she’s half-Alphest. Which means if she swallows your cum, human, she can still get pregnant.”
The human’s eyes glance at us for a moment before he turns his attention back to our mate. Both of his hands are wrapped in her hair as he fucks her mouth.
My cock has been hard since I smelled her. Now it throbs beneath my shorts.
I always knew I’d share my mate, but I didn’t realize just how much watching her with another man would turn me on.
“Fuck, Sulessta. Your mouth is heaven. I’m going to come.” The human doesn’t try pulling away from her. In fact, it looks like he’s trying to keep his cock buried in her throat.
And she’s not gagging. Well, that’ll be fun.
His body goes rigid as he comes, groaning loudly as he spills into her mouth.
She swallows around him, drinking down his cum until she pops off his cock with an audible sound.
“You taste so good, mate,” she practically purrs.
“I hope you’re already pregnant,” the human announces, stroking his hand down her face. “I want to fuck you and fill you with cum until you’re filled with my baby instead.”
Someone has a breeding kink, and it’s not just me. Though I do have a breeding kink, and I look forward to doing the same.
She hums as she rises on her tail until she can kiss the human. When she pulls away, she finally turns her attention to us. “You answered my mating call.”
“We did,” I confirm. “We are yours, and you are ours.”
“And mine,” the human growls, startling me as his eyes flash. That’s not usually something that happens with humans. I wonder how far back in his family there is a monster. I don’t think it’s that far back.
“And yours,” she reassures him as she takes his hand and leads him over to us, either forgetting she’s topless or not caring. “I am Sulessta, and this is Aryx. He’s my mate, too.”
“Voxlur. You can call me Vox. It’s what this one calls me.” I point to Lythell, introducing him too, when he remains silent. “He doesn’t talk much.”
Sulessta chuckles. “That’s okay. I don’t plan on talking much for the next three days, do you?”
I shake my head. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, mate.”
She shivers at my words, bringing a smile to my face.
“Oh, what sharp teeth you have,” she says with a wicked grin. “I do hope you like to bite.”
Holy shit.
She’s fucking perfect.
“And you,” she starts, turning to Lythell. “My mother is an Alphest, so I know all about your teeth and fangs. I’m looking forward to those as well.”
Lythell looks like he wants to devour her where we stand.
“Since you’re Maska, are there any differences from the Alphest we should be aware of?” I ask, even though all I want to do is fuck her. The only thing is I have no idea how we do that. It’s not like Lythell has told me what it’s like to be with an Alphest.
“I cannot have sex in this form.” She seems to shed her tail before stepping over it, looking human. And naked.
Very, very naked.
It’s hard to keep my eyes from dropping to her pretty pink pussy. “But from what the doctor said, I can likely impregnate myself from cum in any of my holes. We can’t be sure until after my heat, and since this is my first one, I guess we’ll know soon, won’t we?”
Lythell hums. “Sulessta. Mate. Your heat is rising. If there is anything we must know, now is the time to tell us.”
My stomach chooses that moment to growl, and I make a face. “Please tell me there’s food. I missed breakfast, and we were just about to get lunch at Field to Fork when we scented you and your impending heat.”
“I just returned from the grocery store. Let’s just hope you can find something you want from what I have.” She laughs, leading the way to the kitchen. “We will talk while we eat. Lythell is correct. It won’t be long until my heat hits.”
This wasn’t how I imagined my day going, but I’m damn glad it did.
“Shit, we need to text someone at the farm.” I turn to Lythell. “We need to let them know we won’t be back for a few days. I didn’t even bring my phone.”
Lythell rolls his eyes—which, by the way, is really weird to see in a serpent’s head—and pulls his phone out. “I will message my father. He will let the others know.”
“Farm?” Sulessta asks over her shoulder, having already made it to the fridge.
I hum. “We live about thirty minutes outside of town on a communal farm.”
“Really? My parents always said the farm had to be a cult,” Aryx says with a smirk. He’s buttoned his pants back up, but he’s still shirtless. It makes him fit in with me and Lythell, though, as we never wear shirts—I hate the way they feel around my wings.
Lythell, though? He never wears clothes. The only reason I do is because otherwise, my dick would be hanging out all the time. I don’t get to tuck mine away inside my tail like he does.
Lucky bastard.
“We’re not a cult.” Lythell doesn’t say anything else, and I laugh.
“That’s what someone in a cult would say.” I snort at the dirty look Lythell shoots my way. “Like I said, he’s not much of a talker. After we discuss the heat, I’ll tell you all about it.”
I look up in surprise when a plate of sandwiches is set before me. “Thank you, Sulessta.”
“It is my job to take care of my mates so you can take care of me.” Her smile is soft as she passes plates to Lythell and Aryx before biting into her own sandwich.
Fucking perfect.