Chapter Two
Drew
I had never felt so sorry for myself as I glanced back at the house, groaning. “Dear gods, do they ever stop?” I mumbled to myself, pressing the sound canceling headphones to my ears, hoping to block out the noises.
It was useless, because when I had joined the pride and accepted Maximus as my alpha, we had developed a mind link. At the time, I’d been beside myself at being accepted and connected in this way. In the years that followed, not once had I regretted it. That was until we moved to Valentine Growville, and the universe had decided my pride members should find themselves mated to rhubarb.
Yes, I’d had a ‘what the fuck’ moment when Maximus our alpha had been the first to topple over by a singing stalk called Tim or to the rest of the parcel in town Twirlie. They were bad when they finally got their act together. Tim’s singing, yeah that was bad, but I could tolerate it. The sexy stuff that was bellowed at the whole pride because Tim was now part of the pride, it was hard —quite literally—to hear.
I stared down at my sweats and at the bulge that had no place being there. My achingly hard cock throbbed with each step I took to the far end of the garden. The scent down this part made my hands fist at my sides with the need to get to my cock to give myself some relief. No, you need to wait.
Yeah, like that was always possible!
The first time I’d ventured this far away from the house, it was to escape the sexy antics inside, but now it was for a totally different reason. There was something about the scent in the soil that drove me a little crazy. My cheeks pinked at the very thought of what I had been doing out in the open. I attempted to console myself no one could see me this far away from the house. Problem was when I came here to escape what was happening in the house, what was going on in my sweats got decidedly worse. And then there I was, cock in hand, giving myself a lot of self-love because I couldn’t find a way to stop my behavior.
Had I really tried to stop? I scratched at my head. Maybe? For a minute? A second?
I groaned under my breath, knowing it was the last one. Over the last few days, it had become increasingly more difficult to hide from what was happening to me. Or more what was happening to my cock. The thing had a damn mind of its own because, while my other head felt horrified, the lower one not so much. I only had to think about being in the garden, sniffing at the soil, and I was ready to romp. Jump like a giddy llama and roll around in the soil to cover myself in the scent.
I was losing it, clearly.
My pride just thought it was me being my grumpy self. It wasn’t. I was considering I’d maybe have to leave them, so they didn’t find out I was getting off outside to the symphony of their lovemaking. We all knew that Burke and Gordon had over-exuberant libidos. I’d heard them the same as everyone else. They didn’t seem to have the same issue as me. So here I was feeling like a total pervert because I was getting hard from listening to half my pride going at it like… rhubarb?
My nose twitched madly, telling me exactly where I was in the garden. Heck, I reckon I could find this spot blindfolded. I’d barely dropped to my knees and glanced over my shoulder to check the bush kept me shielded, and I was delving into my sweats. I shoved aside the tight band of my one size too small boxer briefs I used to keep my cock from creating a flagpole, I wriggled them down over my hips. The cool air touching the sticky tip made my balls throb.
A shiver ran down my spine, and a familiar feeling of being watched came. It happened every time. At first I’d considered my senses were off, and I’d somehow missed one of our old pride was there stalking me. But after extensive searching of the area, after everything that had been happening to the rhubarbs, I’d discovered nothing other than the delicious scent.
Each time I found myself here, the feeling returned and, taking a moment to tune into my senses, I felt nothing ominous. The strange feeling just added to the naughtiness of what I was doing. The other stalks in the house never ventured this far down. They all had their own little patch of soil, so I was safe. Or as safe as anyone could be when the pride was under attack by Amell and his asshole pride.
Another shiver came at thoughts of Amell, and I quickly shoved them aside, focusing on the feel of my silky, hard length in my palm. I stroked my shaft, reaching the head, then I gave my wrist a little twist and caused pre-cum to glisten at the tip. My eyelids grew heavy at the flood of pleasure as I used a fingertip to swirl over my slit, using the pre-cum as I imagined the wet feeling was that of a tongue.
I groaned, my eyes closing at how it would feel to have a tongue glide over the head and tickle my slit, seeking my cum. My thighs trembled as I rocked forward into my loose grip, continuing to slide a finger in the cum and smear it over the sensitive flesh. I arched forward to avoid messing up my clothes. I inhaled deeply wanting the delicious smell to fill up my lungs, to touch any part of me it could.
Whimpers and cries left my lips as I rocked faster, imagining the flutter of leaves stroking the head of my cock. I shuddered, my eyelids screwed tight together to keep the image in place as my balls tightened at each flare of desire that settled at the base of my spine. The feelings formed into a ball of need, and my ass felt empty. Using the fingers covered in cum, I wiggled them under my balls and teased my hole. The sound-canceling headphones made all I could hear was my own desperate breathing as I chugged in air and gave in to the sensations.