Chapter 16
Bianca
After a little over a week of withholding sex, I was starting to get a little horny.
Okay, a lot horny.
He’d answered every question I brought to him all week. About their births, if dragon and human offspring were dragons—so far, they were—and if I’d get a tattoo.
But the last two days, when I’d decided I wanted to go back to having sex again, ‘cause hey, he was damn good at it, he’d become majorly distracted. Like he hadn’t even noticed my small advances.
I’d managed to push my irritation-bordering-on-anger at him not telling me right away to the side. He’d explained why he’d taken some time to figure himself out, and I accepted that. He’d had noble reasons for doing what he’d done.
But enough was enough. I was getting me some. Tonight.
He’d had to go in to cook today, but Liza had the day off.
She’d agreed to come hang with me as long as I let her nap and study.
With that and Wayne sending food, I’d been able to pamper her pretty well and at the same time she left me feeling secure that if somehow Andre got past security and into my locked-up home, I’d have some backup, even if it was a teeny redhead.
“Are you okay?” I asked Wayne not long after he came in from work. He’d collapsed on the sofa and smiled up at me.
“I am. I’m great now that I’m here with you.” He wasn’t as great as he thought, ‘cause he could’ve had sex the last few days.
“So why do you seem so distracted?” I asked.
“Thanksgiving is next week, and we are absolutely swamped with orders. I’m going to have to figure out someone to come hang with you all week,” he said with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry.”
With a shrug, I plopped down beside him. “Hey, it’s fine. I can go to my parents’ house one day, and there are Kaylee and Jace. I could also ask Skye to come and let me give her a makeover. We aren’t without friends here.”
He chuckled. “I know that. They’re my clan, remember.”
I blew out a breath and tapped him on the nose. “So, what’s the problem? I don’t think that’s all that’s bothering you.”
With a moan, he fell over into my lap. “I have to tell my mother.”
Furrowing my brow, I brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked into his guilty gaze. “What?”
“My mother is a force of nature,” he said. “She’s actually great, wonderful. But if she knew I’d found my mate, we would’ve already had a ceremony, and she’d be picking out china patterns and probably baby bunting. I’ve been putting off telling her.”
“Wayne,” I exclaimed. “If having a mate is such a big deal among your people, it’s kind of dirty, you not telling her.”
“She’s been trying to set me up and help me find my mate since I was eighteen,” I explained. “I always brush her off as she tries to throw these women on me, but when it came time to tell her about you, I just didn’t want her meddling.”
“Still,” I said. “Dick move.”
He sighed and sat up, turning to face me. “I’ve told you some about my father. His temper, and why I had to get mine completely under control before I could bring myself to try to be in your life.”
I nodded. We’d talked a lot about that this past week. “Yeah?” I wasn’t sure what that had to do with his father.
“He wasn’t abusive toward us, not physically. But he was pretty harsh with his words. He yelled a lot. Cussed a lot. I think if he’d lived, it would’ve only been a matter of time before his abuse turned physical.”
I sighed and grabbed his hand. “That sounds awful.”
He smiled and squeezed my fingers. “It wasn’t all bad. He was quick with his words and didn’t care whose feelings he hurt, but those aren’t my only memories of my father. I have lots of good ones, too.”
“Okay, so why don’t you want to tell your mom now, now that you know we’re going to be together?” I asked. I still hadn’t told him I loved him, though he’d said it when he shifted.
“I do want to tell her now,” he said. “But I’m nervous about how pissed she’ll be that I waited.”
I snorted and shoved at his shoulder. “You deserve that. You should’ve told her. And me.”
“You know why I didn’t tell you,” he grumbled.
And it was true, we’d had this conversation.
He was terrified of turning into his father, which I understood, even if I didn’t agree with him keeping the secret.
“I don’t ever want to have that sort of problem with you, like my father did.
I don’t want to shout and hurt your feelings, ever.
And though I’d made strides already, I wasn’t quite there. ”
I burrowed myself closer to him. “I know,” I whispered. He’d taken me to one of his yoga classes, and I’d found I really liked it. It was nice, off the bat, we had something we could enjoy together.
“I have to tell my mom about you before Thanksgiving, because she would murder me, literally murder me if I didn’t bring you to a family holiday.”
Pausing, I pulled back and smiled up at him. “Does this mean we’re family?”
He hummed low in his throat and pressed a kiss to my lips, making my core tingle and my toes curl. Damn, I wanted him so badly.
“You’re family, even if you haven’t taken my bite yet.”
A chill ran up my spine. But it wasn’t fear. It was anticipation. The more I considered it, the kinkier it sounded and the more I wanted him to bite me.
Wayne growled as if he knew what I was thinking.
“I haven’t told my parents about us either,” I said. “If our relationship is going to be a marriage-type thing like Bri and Jace have, then I’m going to have to introduce you officially to my parents.” He’d met my dad before, but not in the capacity of my boyfriend.
“Is your dad going to try to kill me?” he asked in a worried voice.
Not that dad could kill him. Wayne was a dang dragon, after all. But he respected my father enough that he didn’t want him upset that we were together. I chuckled. “He might posture a bit. But there won’t be any murder.”
He sighed. “I’ll look forward to it.” After patting my leg, he moaned and got up. “I brought dinner. I’ll go heat it up.”
As soon as he walked out of the living room, I pulled out my phone and texted Briana.
I’m gonna need your help telling Mom and Dad about Wayne.
She sent back a bunch of laughing emojis. I’ve got your back.
We chatted back and forth and figured out a tag-team plan for them.
All evening, I kept trying to hint to Wayne that I was ready for sex. But he wasn’t getting the hint or was being stubborn after I’d denied him all week. Either way, I went to sleep frustrated.
The next morning, I’d had e-fucking-nough of this no sex thing. When Wayne got up and hopped in the shower, I rushed out of bed and downstairs. Stripping, I flung my pajamas in the corner of the living room, then grabbed one of my pink, frilly aprons.
With nothing else on, I set to making a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. I’d seen Wayne make it plenty of times.
But I forgot to check the toaster settings.
Five minutes into standing in front of the eggs and stirring constantly to make sure they didn’t stick to the pan, I smelled smoke.
Whirling around, I shrieked when smoke started drifting up and out of the toaster.
I quickly turned the knobs so the black toast would pop up, but I didn’t do it in time to stop the smoke alarm from going off.
I grabbed a hand towel and fanned the alarm, praying Wayne’s sensitive dragon hearing had missed the squeals of the alarm, but pounding on the stairs told me he hadn’t missed a damn thing.
Wayne came careening into the kitchen wearing a towel and soaking wet.
He slid a little, throwing both arms out to catch himself when he hit the linoleum.
“What the hell?” he yelled as his towel fell off.
I froze in the middle of the kitchen. One of my boobs had popped out from behind the apron while I fanned the smoke alarm and the eggs sizzled on the stove behind me. “I made breakfast,” I said weakly.
Wayne burst out laughing, bending over with his half-mast dick hanging between his legs as he guffawed. One of my boobs had been enough to get him a little bit hard, apparently.
I stuck my tit back behind the apron, then turned back to the eggs. They were done, so I plated them and turned off the stove.
Wayne had other ideas. He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the living room. “How about you leave the cooking to me?” he growled. He sat me on the sofa and pulled the apron over my head, tossing it across the room. “All I need for you to do is enjoy it.”
Biting my lip on a smile, I shrugged. “I do like to eat.”
A feral grin stretched across his face as he knelt, his swaying cock now fully erect, and I scooted back on the sofa. “What a coincidence. So do I.”
Before I could respond, he’d spread my legs and put that smooth-talking tongue to work.
A groan ripped from my throat and I threw my head back against the sofa.
There was no easing into it this time; he crashed through the gates and took control, leaving me drowning in a rapidly rising torrent of pure bliss.
Heat flushed through my stomach, my limbs, down to my fingertips and toes as he swirled and flicked his tongue.
I was lost to the quickening in my core, my mind hazy with lust. Wayne grabbed my thighs and tugged me closer, growling hungrily, the alluring sound rippling across my nerves.
I gasped when I felt pressure on my entrance, then his fingers thrust inside.
My spine arched off the seat, fingernails sliding across the soft cushion as I grasped for something to hold on to.
One hand wove into his dark hair, which seemed to encourage him, the already rapid movements of his tongue gaining speed.
I whimpered and writhed, wrapping my legs around his head as his fingers drove into me.
They weren’t enough to fill me, to satisfy that deep hunger for him, but paired with his expert attention, threatened to overthrow my senses.