Chapter Eighteen #3
“Alistair,” she whined, arching her back, pushing those gorgeous tits out, and pinching her nipples between her fingertips.
Her cunt clenched me tight, and she moaned, her body spasming beneath me from her orgasm. I fucked her through it until I came with a loud groan and filled her pussy with my cum.
“Damn,” I huffed, and turned off the vibrator. I lowered her legs carefully, leaned forward, and caged her in with my arms.
“Damn is right.”
With my cock holding back the floodgates, I laughed and stared down at her. Both of our chests were heaving, the two of us damp with sweat.
“You are so beautiful, Pam Rollins. I’m positive I’m the luckiest minotaur in the world.” I hoisted myself up on one arm and ran my thumb along her jawline until she gave me a contented smile.
“How are you always so romantic?” she asked, running her hands through my chest hair—my very sweaty chest hair.
“Well, I guess I’ve always been thoughtful, but when it’s someone you truly care about, their happiness becomes your happiness.
That’s when it becomes romantic, and that’s how I feel about you.
” I answered her as best I could, knowing that I hadn’t been like this with other women, not even Chai’s mother.
It was very telling.
“I, uh, I’m gonna pull out now.” Real romantic, Alistair. Way to ruin the moment.
She worried her lip. “We forgot to put a towel down again.”
I laughed and shook my head. “I have more duvets.”
I looked down between us, slowly pulled out, and watched the stream of cum flow out of her cunt, resisting the urge to force it back in like I’d done last time.
“You like watching it, don’t you?” she asked, glancing down her naked body at me.
“I do. There’s something primal about marking you like that.”
It was a shame I didn’t know her when I was in my prime. I would have filled her with my cum, breeding her over and over again.
“I like it, too.”
I grinned and got off the bed. “Let me grab a towel.”
I was more than happy to clean up the mess I’d made of her.
I slid off the sleeve, dropped it in the bathroom sink, and grabbed a towel for Pam. I’d thought about coercing her into the shower, but it was late, and she looked exhausted.
When I walked back into the bedroom, I stopped to admire how she looked sprawled out on my bed. I still couldn’t believe that this was real, that she was here.
I joined her on the bed and gently ran the towel between her legs until I’d wiped away most of the cum.
“All done,” I said, and pressed a little kiss to her knee.
She propped herself up on her elbows. “Such a gentleman.”
I threw the towel in the hamper and slipped on a pair of sweats that sat low on my waist.
“Damn,” Pam said with a sigh. “Those are hot.”
“It’s sweatpants season, babe.” I put my arms behind my head, posed against the wall like a Calvin Klein model, and swished my tail all slow and sensual, making her snort. “Do you want to take a quick shower? Unwind a little bit from your travels?”
She hummed. “That sounds like a great idea.”
“You stay right here, and I’ll get it started for you.” Not that I didn’t think Pam was capable, but I wanted to do this for her. I wanted her to feel at home here.
“Okay.”
I went into the bathroom and started the rainfall shower, making sure it was set to the perfect temperature. When I came back out, Pam was still on the bed where I’d left her.
“All set. There’s towels and washcloths in the built-in next to the shower,” I said, leaning down to give her a quick kiss.
“Thank you,” she murmured against my lips.
She grabbed some clothes from her suitcase, slipped into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her.
While she showered, I pulled the duvet off the bed, and on my way back from the linen closet, I found Remi climbing up the stairs.
“Hey, buddy,” I said, calling him over to me with a psst, psst, psst.
He meowed and rubbed against my legs, obviously happy to see me.
“Come on. Let’s go get your mama.”
Dutifully, he followed me down the hall into the bedroom.
“I found Remi,” I told Pam from behind the door. “He seems to have made himself at home.”
She stepped out of the bathroom wearing a tattered Alanis Morissette T-shirt and pink flannel shorts.
I made a mental note to see if Alanis was still touring, because if so, I was definitely surprising Pam’s little ’90s alternative–loving heart with tickets.
Remi bolted over to her, rubbed against her body, and purred loud enough that I could hear it from clear across the room.
“He is so freaking cute,” I said, sneaking a glance at the two of them while I spread the fresh duvet over the bed.
“He’s cute right now, but we’ll see how you feel about him in the morning.” She yawned and walked over to the bed with Remi on her heels. “This side?” She pointed to the side without the omegaverse book on the nightstand.
“Yep. All yours, sweetheart.”
For as long as she wanted it.
She climbed under the covers, and Remi jumped up to join her.
I shut off the lights, shrouding the room in total darkness. “Is this all right?”
“It’s perfect.”
I got in bed and she snuggled against me, burying her face in my chest hair.
“I lied,” she murmured. “Now it’s perfect.”