Chapter Three
Mate!
Young's flavor was unlike anything I've ever tasted. My whole body sang and tingled with the knowledge that the gorgeous man was mine. He was all mine.
It made me drunk with happiness and lust, and I rose, scooping Young up with me and practically throwing him up on the bed.
His face was a mixture of need and shock as he bounced there less than a second before I was on him, pressing him into the mattress and grinding my dick against his as I took his mouth again, slipping my tongue inside to slide along one of his sensitive canines.
He whimpered, the sound making my already seeping dick leak more fluid into the front of my shorts.
I wanted more. I wanted to taste him everywhere. Wanted to feel him wrapped around me, inside me.
"Hey, Dad?" Larrin said, barging into my room without even a semblance of a knock. "Do you want to…Oops!"
Breathing hard, I pulled back from the kiss, looking down at Young's shocked, slightly freaked out face. "Do. Not. Dammit!" I growled when Young popped out of the room, and I fell the rest of the way onto the bed.
Turning slightly to glare at my adult son, I growled, "What made you think it was a good idea to just barge into my room?"
Larrin blinked, clearly still shocked by what he'd just seen. "Who was that?" he demanded, pointing at the empty spot my mate had left.
I flopped onto my back, throwing an arm over my face dramatically, frustrated. Frustrated at Young for disappearing on me and more than a little frustrated at my offspring for cock-blocking me.
"What are you doing?" My son yelled. When I uncovered my face to look over at him, he was flapping around like a bird with a broken wing, his eyes closed tight. "Eww, eww, eww. You have a…you're all."
I almost laughed as his hand fluttered out in front of his pants, like he was airing something out.
"That's what happens when you kiss your mate, son." I said dryly, reaching above my head to grab a pillow and drop it on my still throbbing dick. I wished my child would leave or my erection would go down. It was more than a little awkward to have a conversation with him in that state. But Young's taste was still lingering in my mouth and my face tingled from the already healing beard burn. "I thought you knew this."
Larrin was quiet as I reached over, grabbing my phone and immediately opening a text to Young.
Me: It's not like he's not going to figure out it was you. You're one of the only beings on this island with the ability to pop out.
Young: Your son is an idiot. I've seen him kick himself in the face when Briec dared him to dab with his legs.
I chuckled, wishing I could see the smirk on his gorgeous face.
"That was your mate?" My idiot son asked, drawing my attention away from my phone. Really? Who is it? I think it was a man. Are you gay?"
"Anything else you need to know?" I asked dryly.
"What really happened to Captain Bubbs? I'm an adult now. I know he didn't really ask to be set free." He stood there, just inside my door with his head held defiantly high and his hands on his hips, looking like a stubborn toddler.
Who the fuck was Captain Bubbs? Oh, right. "Your goldfish from when you were six?" At his quick one-pump nod, I shrugged. "You're over-eager ass put too much damn food in his tank and you suffocated the poor bastard." At his gasp, I continued, answering all his stupid questions just like I always have. "I'm bi, not gay. That was definitely a man, and my mate." I smirked, watching his face. "And it was Young."
His mouth opened and closed. Opened and closed. Captain Bubbs would think they were siblings. God rest his soul. And then he smiled. Like a giant smile, and I felt that awful warmth inside my chest that told me I was having a fatherly reaction to my damn, idiot kid.
And then he ruined it. "Fuck a duck, but don't get stuck."
I raised an eyebrow, glaring at my one and only child. "Excuse me?"
"No wonder he's head over heels for you! And don't think I haven't noticed you checking out his cute ass," he said wagging a finger in my direction.
"Don't call his ass cute. Ever," I said, deadpan.
"Oooo, possessive. Didn't know Dear-Old-Dad had it in him."
"Well, because of your intrusive ass, he left. So, if you don't mind, scram." I shooed him toward the door from my spot on the bed, not wanting to stand up and flash him my dick again. "I need to go hunt for my mate."
"Try the roof," he said, walking into the hallway and then poking his head back in. "You old perv."
My pillow hit the door just as it slammed shut and I chuckled. Fuck, I loved my kid. But I kinda wished I would have spanked him more as a child.
***
I landed on the roof, behind him, striding directly to him when he turned, pressing his back against the wall.
"Not fair," he grumbled when I was right in front of him. "That's cheating."
"What is?" I asked, pulling him into my arms where he belonged.
"Showing up looking like this." He rubbed his hand over my chest, pushing the tips of his fingers against the hard scales and humming. "I have a weakness. You shouldn't exploit it."
His hand looked good against my muta skin and I groaned. "You like this form, Young?"
Pursing his lips, he met my eyes. "I like all your fucking forms. I'd probably rub off on your stone form if you consented."
Chuckling, I pressed my dick against his hip, loving how he shuddered in my arms. "Consider this my consent," I whispered as I pressed my lips against his ear. "You can rub off on me anytime you want. No matter what form I'm in."
"Mmm," he moaned, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me closer. We were nearly the same height and I was only slightly bigger than him, so his entire body pressed to mine, making me wish we were completely naked. "You're going to be sorry you said that when you wake up from gullapis with cum on your face."
I ran my lips against the velvety skin of his throat, stopping to nibble on his Adam's-apple when he dropped his head back on his shoulders.
"I told Larrin it was you," I said after a few more nibbles.
"What?!" He screeched, surprising me with his vocal range. "Why? Does he hate me?" Young buried his face in my shoulder, and I smiled as I crushed him to me.
"He doesn't hate you," I said after the side of my face against his. "He was actually happy for us. Said it was a long time coming. Of course, he may have been ready to get out of there considering this––" I rubbed my dick against his through our clothes making us moan in unison. "––wouldn't go down."
"But why?" He asked, pulling back to look at me with his golden-green eyes. "Why would you tell him? And where is this sudden desire coming from? And what if it ruins my friendship with Larrin when you decided you're done with me?
Frowning, I reached up to run a thumb over his cheekbone. "Who says I'll get done with you?"
"Well, it's not going to be me!" he said in that sassy tone that made me want kiss him until he couldn't breathe. "I've been waiting for this my whole life."
Chuckling, I pecked his lips, unable to keep my mouth away from his skin for long. "We've only known each other for two years."
"Are you sure?" He said out of the side of his mouth. "I feel like I've had this hard-on at least thirty."
I groaned. "Don't say that. I feel like a big enough perv that I've wanted you for every second of those two years.
"What?" You have not!" His pretty eyes were wide and he tried to jerk back, but I wouldn't let him.
"Trust me. I have."
His forehead crinkled, "But you never acted like it."
"You were way too young for me," I groaned, brushing our lips together.
He smirked, his mouth moving against mine. "But now, I'm not?"
I shook my head, smiling. "Now, I just don't give a fuck. I need to kiss you. To touch you." I licked across his bottom lip, moaning. "And when I'm done, you’re going to feed from me." And start the vampire bond, but I wanted it to be a surprise.
"Really? Are you sure?"
I slid my hand down between our bodies, calling my human form and popping the button on his jeans before easing the zipper down and fishing inside for his dick. It was hot and velvety against the palm of my hand and my own flexed hard in my shorts, pre-cum wetting the tip.
"Aw," he said, pouting. "I wanted to feel you against me like that."
"Another time. My muta form dulls the sensation. I want to be able to feel every bit of your skin against mine. I want to enjoy the texture." Grabbing the band of my shorts, I pulled it down under my balls and quickly pushed my hips forward, letting our dicks slide together.
"Oh fuck," I said, breathlessly, unable to understand how frotting against one another was better than anything I had ever experienced before.
We moved together, our cocks pinned between us, lined up side by side as we groped at each other.
Pulling his shirt up and off, I let my eyes move over his chest and as far down his abs as I could see. His pecs and biceps flexed as he held me to him by the hips. His peach-hued skin smooth and glowing. He was fucking perfect.
I felt my orgasm building and I pressed him back against the wall with my hips, grinding into him as I took his mouth, rubbing our chests together. I shouted as cum shot from my dick, unable to hold back. Young followed, his face nestling against my neck as he groaned.
"Do it, Young," I said, knowing we both wanted it. "Bite me."
The slight prick of his fangs sliding into my flesh barely registered and then didn't matter at all as waves of ecstasy rolled along my body and under my skin. I whined his name as another release shot from my dick.
I felt the stirrings of our bond, and Young's body go rigid as he too released against our stomachs for a second time. I smiled blissfully as I slowly floated back to earth, my breathing ragged.
I'd never really thought I'd find my mate. For the Regilapis, it was beyond rare. I'd stopped dating altogether years ago, thinking I didn't really want to just settle. In that moment, holding my mate against me as he sighed blissfully against the bite he'd just given me, I was so glad I'd made that decision.
"Holy shit," he whispered, pulling back to look at me wide-eyed. The look on his face. It was everything. Awed, innocent delight shown from his beautiful green eyes. "Did you know?"
Nodding, I leaned down and licked across his lips, picking up traces of my blood lingering there. "Since I tasted your mouth."
His face did this odd quiver thing as his expression tried to go both scared and hopeful at the same time. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I wanted to see that beautiful look the moment you realized." I whispered, aware suddenly that he might be scared I didn't tell him because I didn't want him. I cupped the side of his face, needing him to see the sincerity in my face. "You didn't disappoint, Young. I'm going to remember the way you looked for the rest of my life."
He smiled, his face going soft as he nuzzled against my palm. "So, are we doing thi––" And that was the last thing I heard before searing pain shot all along my body, and I was jerked away from my mate by a wall of fire.