Mene

 

 

The evening ended with them in the same bed. Rosemary kept to the edge of the mattress to keep as much distance between them as possible, but it was the same bed.

By the morning, however, his arms were wrapped around his mate, and his hard cock dug into the soft flesh of her ass. She squirmed against him as she slept. The bed held the same fresh, floral scent as her. He never wanted the morning to come.

"Rosemary," he murmured, mouth at her ear. She shivered but did not pull away. "My fearless, perfect mate."

"You're a real sweet talker in the morning." Her ass pushed back against him, and he ground against her. Last night, he found his release just from her rubbing herself against him. Perhaps this morning, he could convince her to let him taste her. Or even have her taste him.

His hands gripped her hips, and he pulled her back to him, relishing her softness against him. Moving his hands over the expanse of her belly, he rolled his mate onto her back. He prowled over her, arms caging her in. He laid a hot and heavy kiss in the hollow of her throat and moved down, forging a trail through the valley of her breasts, down to her stomach. He lavished attention to the pale stretch marks at her sides, the evidence that she had created life.

His hands went under her ass, and he lifted her, face in the juncture of her thighs.

She tensed. “What are you doing?”

“Seducing my wife.”

“With your face in my pussy?”

“Yes.” He raised his face and looked up at her. “Is it working?”

She chuckled and squirmed in place. Her laughter filled him with such joy. He wanted more of it.

He hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties and tugged. “I’m going to eat you for breakfast.”

“Mene—” He heard the yearning in her voice. She believed she should push him away and say no, but she wanted to be convinced. Seduced.

He accepted the challenge. “I think I will have you for breakfast every morning. Your taste on my tongue.” He dipped his head and pressed his nose to the fabric of her panties. It was damp. His tongue lapped at the fabric, and he moaned. Her taste blossomed on his tongue. He couldn’t wait to lap up every drop of her cream. “So good, Rosemary.”

Her hips bucked up, demanding more.

He raised his head. “Yes? In the mood for breakfast in bed?”

She brushed the tips of his horn, sending a spike of desire down his spine. “You are literally charming the pants off me.”

“So, yes?”

“Yes!”

Now that he had her on the hook, he wanted to see his fierce, perfect mate writhe with desire. He wanted her to demand his tongue on her cunt. He pulled the panties down an inch but paused. “Tell me what you want.”

“Mene, you know.”

He pressed his mouth back against the gusset of her panties. Her back arched and her thighs opened slightly wider. “Tell me.”

“I want you to lick me.”

“Here?” He licked her inner thigh.

“Higher.”

“Here?” He licked the opposite thigh.

Rosemary arched her back in frustration. She grabbed him by a horn and placed his face directly where she wanted it. “My pussy! Lick my pussy!”

His lips pressed against her soaked panties and the rumble of appreciation from him only intensified her need.

He rolled the panties down, exposing her dark golden curls, already damp. Such a pretty cunt. He’d take his time and explore every silken inch of her inner folds. He’d discover the best way to lick her clit and suck. He’d determined how many fingers would make her moan and how to reach all the spots inside her. And he’d repeat it every morning until he was certain he had it right.

They were going to have so much fun.

The world, however, had other ideas.

His mother had the self-control to knock once before barging into the room. Rosemary sat up with a yelp, blanket clutched to her bare chest. Her sunshine yellow hair was a tangled mess, but her mate mark stood red and vivid against her skin.

Tani saw the mark at once and clucked with approval. "I knew he would be skilled. Did I not say?"

"Um, good morning?" Still gripping the sheet, Rosemary retrieved a discarded shirt from the floor. Her panties showed briefly as she slipped the shirt on.

Then Tani saw that Mene still wore his briefs. She frowned. "I suppose that will have to do."

"Mother," he started to say.

"I would like a grandson before I am too old and decrepit to enjoy them," she said, speaking over him.

"You have a grandson. Two." Perhaps if she gave them privacy, his mother would get her wish. Mene kept his mouth shut. No good came from talking back to his mother.

"Michael, yes, and one that is not yet born. I want more."

Mene sighed. "I'll fill out the acquisition form."

Rosemary giggled, hiding her laugh behind her hand.

"Don't you sass me, Mene. I cleaned your behind when you were little. You have no secrets from me."

"Yeah, she brought you into the world," Rosemary added. "She can take you out of it."

"And you!" Tani turned her attention to his mate.

"Me?" Rosemary squeaked.

"What is wrong with my son? Is he not strong enough? Attractive enough? Why did you refuse him?"

"I didn't refuse," she said, growing agitated, and her hands fluttered.

Mene took her fluttering hands in his, silencing her. Interesting information to have. He filed it away for later. "What we do in our bed is not your concern, mother."

"It is if you're going to give me grandchildren."

"Mother," he said, voice firm and calm. "You are wrong in this."

His mother sighed dramatically. "Your father said you would be this way." Sensing she would not cajole or shame them into producing a grandson that instant, she turned to the door. "They're decent," she said, projecting her voice to the hall.

Michael rushed in and tossed himself on the bed between them. Rosemary scooted over, blanket wrapped tighter. Mene adjusted himself and used a pillow to cover his still hard cock. "We made you breakfast! Hurry up and get dressed."

"Did you, honey? What did you make me?"

"Cereal."

"The breakfast of champions. We'll be right down."