“I work six days a week, Pops.”
“For your mate?”
“Well, no. I got a leave for the bonding, and then…my boss assigned me some paperwork.”
“Don’t you hate that?”
I might one day, but my priorities were different now. “Lothair is in danger, and I need to stay with him. When the threat against him is eliminated, we’ll figure it out. Listen, the thing you said about Conrad… Are they married to omegas? Plural?”
“Eh, I don’t think they’re married. But I believe they all live together, the four of them. Must be fun. At the last party at the Sullivans’, they had a young man with them, not eventwenty-five and pregnant. I believe he was their youngest mate. A gorgeous omega. I didn’t want to ogle, but with the way he was dressed…” Pops trailed off, humming.
I chuckled. “You’re one hundred and eleven years old, Pops. Aren’t you done with that kind of thing?”
“I’m old. Not dead.”
Laughing, I shook my head. I hoped I’d have half his energy once I reached his age.
“Do you want to meet Conrad?” he asked. “He’s been together with his partner for decades. He’ll know more about this than I can tell you. I can call him for you.”
“I might take you up on that. I’ll talk to Lothair about it first.”
“You do that.”
“And please, don’t say anything to anyone yet.”
“Do you think I want to listen to all that blabbering once they find out? Just warn me when you’re about to tell them, and I’ll make myself scarce.”
“You know what, I’ve changed my mind. How aboutyouexplain it to the lot of them, and I make myself scarce?” I joked.
Pops gifted me with his best belly laugh, but then his tone turned serious. “It’s a good thing, Terrance. Finding your mate is always, invariably, a beautiful thing.”
“Thank you. I’m starting to get that.”
“Good. Where is he now?”
“He was on a call with his manager. But he might be done now.”
“Go to him. Tell him your old pops is looking forward to meeting him.”
“I will.”
“Enjoy, boy. It’s a special time.”
I found Lothair naked in the pool. For a minute, I only watched. Then I dropped my clothes and joined him.
LOTHAIR
We spent the following days in and out of bed. Carlos had reshuffled my schedule, so I wasn’t needed on set until Friday, thank fuck. The police and Terry’s boss were chasing down the perp, and we could just lock out the outside world for a while.
We’d moved into the fuck room because the bed was bigger than the one in my bedroom, and when I half shifted—which happened often when Terry fucked me—we didn’t run the risk of tearing down the curtains and smashing the lightbulbs in the ceiling.
I lay face down on the mattress, and Terry pulled on my tail, his dick in my ass to the hilt. His partially swollen knot pressed on my gland. I grunted, digging my claws into the pillow. I wanted to hump the bed, but Terry held me tight. He bit into my tail.
“Ass up, boy. C’mon.”
I scrambled to my knees, leaving my upper chest on the bed. He plunged into me again, my rim stretching around the girth of his knot. The ridges under his cockhead rubbed my insides somewhere deep. He could gut me with that cock.
Then he grew even bigger, pushing my organs aside, and the air around us moved as his wings must have spread above us.
