Me? WasIsupposed to say something? I had no idea what was happening. He’d been sitting here in the rain like someone had died, and now he wanted a handjob?
He nipped at my upper lip. “Please, baby.”
And then I felt it. His cock in my hand. The ridges. Firm, distinct ridges under his cockhead.
I looked down. Mesmerized, I stroked his dick lightly, watching the soft skin glide over the bumps that most certainly hadn’t been there yesterday. I would have noticed something like that since I’d sucked his cock about ten times during the past twenty-four hours.
When I lifted my eyes to meet his, he was smiling tenderly at me.
“It explains a lot, huh? Why I couldn’t stop thinking aboutyou. Why I couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving. The longer you stayed, the more I needed you. I’ve had tons of sex in my life, but nothing compares to what you do to me. The taste of your cum, your cock in me…” He exhaled. “This is why.”
I shook my head. My hand opened by itself, his dick bobbing as I let go of it.
My cock had been oversensitive yesterday. I’d almost knotted into him when I’d come. Had my body changed too?
“We’re both alphas,” I breathed.
“So?”
“This isn’t how it works.”
Lothair stiffened, squaring his shoulders. “How does it work, Terry?” His anger hurt, but I barely knew why. “I woke up this morning, my lungs full of your scent, clinging to you like a fucking limpet, and my dick has ridges on it. This is it.”
It couldn’t be. He was an alpha. I was into omegas. I was going to have a mate who’d go into heat for me and give me children…
His expression crumbled, his lips curling into a painful grimace.
“See, this was why I came out here. I was afraid you’d react like this. I needed to clear my head and prepare so I could face you with some dignity.” He scoffed. “But it’s not like I can change anything, can I?”
The rain was getting heavier. Water beating down on my neck, I stared at the anger in his features, how it merged into sadness and then anger again…
“Fucking shifter bullshit!” He shot up and strode inside the house.
Stupefied, I sat there, trying to comprehend what had justhappened.
I looked at my palm, raindrops pattering my skin. I’d held his cock in my hand. A mated dragon’s cock. The ridges had been there.
Last night, when we had sex, we both half shifted. Hugging his tail, watching his wings burst out of his body, I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to hold back.
Nothing compares to what you do to me…
I scrambled up, pool water dripping from my jeans and rain soaking my T-shirt. Almost slipping on the tiles, I followed the wet footprints Lothair had left.
I found him in his bedroom, the closet door open. Dressed in cream slacks and a damp blue polo, he was throwing random clothes into an open duffel on the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Packing.”
“Why?”
“I need to get away from here.”
“You have to be on set tomorrow.” The words fell out of my mouth automatically as I scrambled for a way to stop him from leaving.
He paused with a hoodie in his arms and glared at me. “That’s why I should stay? Because I’m supposed to be on set tomorrow?”
It hurt. Physically. Having him look at me like this, fuming, disappointed, miserable… My chest ached and my stomach turned.
