Killing Time
Talon
“Talon, we’re going to be late,” Lucas called out, his voice tinged with nervousness. It was the second reminder in the last twenty minutes, even though we still had an hour before we needed to be at my parent’s house, and it was only a thirty-minute drive. My bunny shifter mate was definitely on edge, pacing enough to wear a path in the carpet.
Dominic, on the other hand, wasn’t pacing, but the tension in his posture was just as palpable. Despite his age and his formidable power—enough to vaporize my father if he so chose—I could tell he was equally apprehensive about meeting the family. It was a strange comfort to see that even a demon who had seen millennia could still be rattled by the prospect of family introductions.
But at the same time, my father was and is a big dick, and I wondered if I’d be able to keep Dominic from harming him. I went back to getting ready, debating whether to wear the jacket. Maybe I could convince Dominic to take us somewhere cool after dinner because Florida definitely wasn’t.
“Did you hear me?” Lucas asked, re-entering the room with a furrow in his brow.
I turned and reached out, pulling him close for a comforting hug. “We still have plenty of time,” I whispered, trying to soothe his frayed nerves.
“But what if—”
I cut him off with a firm kiss, feeling him tense in my arms momentarily before he melted into the embrace, a soft moan escaping him. I couldn’t help but internally chuckle; it seemed I’d found the perfect way to calm my anxious mate.
Lucas loosened his hold and leaned back slightly. “Just because you kiss me doesn’t mean we—”
“Talon, I’m being serious,” Lucas replied weakly, his protests muffled against my lips. “We need to go so we can make a good impression on your parents.”
“And we still have a good thirty minutes before we need to leave. I think I know the perfect way to pass the time.” I grinned, giving him another quick kiss and falling to my knees.
“Talon, what—”
Lucas’s words were cut off as I quickly unzipped his zipper, pulled free his semi-hard cock, and slipped it into my mouth. Moaning at his unique flavor, I sucked him fully down my throat, allowing my tongue to trail over his sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, that feels… your mouth…shit,” Lucas groaned as he ran his fingers through my hair.
I bobbed up and down his now hard shaft, paying close attention to the head of his cock. I slid my tongue into his slit and peered up at Lucas’s expression of pure ecstasy. Grinning, I took him in and stroked him before taking him in my mouth again.
He gasped as I increased the suction, and his cries of pleasure intensified. My cock pulsed in the confines of my pants. Hearing my mate relish what I was giving him was becoming something I cherished. Over the past few days, we had explored each other”s bodies several times, and with each encounter, I discovered something new that I adored or that my mate particularly enjoyed.
Lucas’s hands found my hair again, but this time, he gripped it tightly. I hissed, but at that moment, he thrust his cock deep down my throat, disrupting the rhythm I had established. He set his own pace now, gripping my hair as he took control of the movement.
Moaning, I reveled in his control, his power, his dominance. It thrilled me that my little bunny shifter could take command and rule my lion. I freed my own straining cock. I shuddered as I stroked myself, feeling the rush of an impending orgasm. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and thankfully, I wouldn”t be finishing alone.
Lucas increased his speed, and his cock throbbed in my mouth. Tasting his delicious pre-cum, I knew he was close, so I intensified the suction.
Lucas cried out, ”Fuck! I’m coming!”
He thrust his dick deep, holding my head in place as I choked around his shaft. Pulse after pulse of warm seed filled my mouth. I swallowed what I could, the taste pushing me over the edge. I screamed as my cum sprayed onto the floor.
Lucas gently pulled back, stroking the last drops of his release across my lips. He hissed as I licked his sensitive tip, a shiver running through him. I smiled up at him; his breaths were heavy as he looked down at me.
“Still tense?” I asked.
Lucas laughed, a sound of pure relief, and I joined in, our laughter filling the room.
“What the fuck are you two doing?”
I turned to see Dominic standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of amusement and faux irritation.
“Killing time,” Lucas cheerfully replied from above, causing me to chuckle.
Dom’s lip twitched as if he was fighting to keep his scowl. “And you couldn’t call me?”
“It was spur of the moment,” I replied, but Dom’s skeptical glare told me he wasn’t convinced.
“It really was,” Lucas chimed in, his tone earnest. “It took me by total surprise.”
“I’d make you take care of me, but we don’t have time now,” Dominic retorted.
“Make us?” Lucas squeaked, and I raised my eyebrow.
“Yes, make you, my little fuzzy bunny,” Dominic said, stepping closer. “You two deserve to be punished.”
His voice had a playful but commanding tone that sent a shiver down my spine. I wasn’t the only one affected, as Lucas’s cock twitched back to life.
“Now, straighten yourselves up. We have to go,” Dominic commanded.
“We can be late,” Lucas suggested suddenly, a mischievous gleam in his eye.
I stifled a laugh. He was the one anxious about being early, and now he was all about being late.
“Later,” Dominic promised curtly.
Fuck, that one word had me wanting to be late, too. But Dominic was already moving towards the door.
“Be downstairs in two minutes. It’s time to meet the parents,” he called over his shoulder, leaving me momentarily flustered.
“I can’t wait to be punished,” Lucas muttered, grunting as he put his semi-hard shaft back in his pants.
I stood and zipped myself. I grunted just like Lucas had—it sucked being confined by clothing and hard. “Me either,” I agreed, my mind already racing with possibilities.
“Do you think he’ll give us extra punishment if we take longer than two minutes?” Lucas asked with a mischievous twinkle back in his eye.
I laughed and gave him a quick peck. “I’m not sure. Part of me wants to find out, but another part of me doesn’t want to push our luck.”
“You’re right. Let’s go,” Lucas said, taking my hand as we headed for the door.
As we descended the stairs, my stomach churned with unease. The weight of what was about to happen settled heavily upon me—it was time for my mates to meet my family.
Fate, help me.