Page 5 of The Nesting Life

“I never said you couldn’t take care of yourself. Ignatio is my little boy.”

“So are Anthony, Mars, Mercury and the rest of them!” Voron threw up his arms.

“Yes! They’re all my little cubs,” I nodded. “But Ignatio was the smallest of our babies when he was born. This tiny little guy.”

“Well, now he’s a grown ass bear who’s probably going to have more tiny bears,” Voron said. “And if you want to see those tiny bears and hold those tiny bears and know them – well, you better get over this real quick. I don’t care if he’s an influencer who thinks he’ll win the lottery every time the numbers are announced without ever buying a ticket – you’re going to pretend to love him. I don’t care if he thinks other worlds don’t exist and that Frost and Juda were abducted by aliens! You’re going to pretend to love him. He’s going to be the best thing since someone invented honey butter every time you see him. You’re going to love him so much that people question which of them are our biological son,” he poked me in the chest before flopping down in front of me. “You’re going to do that for Ignatio and for the future tiny bears!”

“Mate…. I get the sentiment but if someone tells me other worlds don’t exist, but Frost and Juda were abducted by aliens, I’m going to eat them to save the gene pool. Both things can’t happen.”

“You’ll nod along and love him. That’s the final word on that because I’m not missing out on our grandchildren or Ignatio’s life. You’ll love him even if he thinks feasts are a waste of time!”

“Never!” I shook my head but a smile was already pulling at the corners of my mouth.

“You will and then when we get home you can tell me how stupid he is and how he’s not good enough for our son until I find something to put in your mouth to shut you up,” he said, moving to sit on his knees. He leaned forward and placed his hands on my thighs. “Because he’s family now. Even if you don’t like him – short of him breaking his heart or being mean to our grandkids, you’re going to make him think he’s the son you never had.”

“You’re evil, mate,” I said, but I was grinning now.

“I am! Remember that!” he said, trying not to grin. “I’m the mad scientist!”

“Eh, I like it better when you’re the happy scientist,” I shrugged.

“Well, I like it better when you’re the reasonable bear who thinks about what to cook at a celebratory feast instead of wanting to go running off to the GGB and beat up our new son-in-law.”

“Can’t I do both?” I asked. “I’ll hold a sandwich in this hand and hold onto him with this one while I ask my questions.” I raised my hands for emphasis.

“I can think of a better use for them,” he said, climbing into my lap. “Are you going to leave them alone?”

“Can’t go anywhere if you sit on me,” I smirked.

Our lips met. Later, I’d definitely talk this all out with the local Alpha Talk group, but Voron was right. If I barged in ready to kick ass and take names later, Ignatio would show me the door. After all, we raised him not to take shit from anyone. Now, he was almost a thousand pounds of bear and didn’t mind throwing his weight around when he had to.

I kissed Voron, letting myself get lost in his warm, giving mouth as he ground on my lap. With him on my lap I was already rock hard again. He wiggled and ground as if he meant to bring me over the edge right through our clothes and if he kept at it he might get his wish.

He slid his hand down my pants and wrapped his long, soft fingers around my dick. He squeezed hard as if a little tension lingered between us. My breath hitched as the squeeze brought about a wave of almost panicked pleasure. His grip was almost – but not quite – too tight.

Chapter 3

Voron

Hemlock Wolf Pack Territory (Star’s Territory)

As I stroked Simon’s long, thick cock some of the tension fled my shoulders. His reaction to Ignatio meeting his true-mate was kneejerk and I knew it. Still, it wasn’t something that I could let slide without calling him out on. If he wanted our son’s mate held to a high standard that meant he was to be held to the same standard. Still, I loved him and it was sort of hot when he was a cave-alpha. Well, it was hot when it was only aimed at me.

Want to carry that box even though I’m a dragon and can carry more than you? Fine. That’s hot. Holding doors open? Sexy. Washing dishes and rocking babies in the middle of the night? I’m so slick, my ass might as well be a waterslide just for him. Even the way he got huffy when he thought someone else was flirting with me was hot. But that was the line. Life was a game of give and take and within our mateship we found those boundaries. As long as he kept all that energy focused on me, it was fine. I liked that sort of attention but I drew the line when it came to my kids. Here on Earthside, things weren’t always fair. Where I grew up being an omega didn’t mean constantly fighting for the same as everyone else. At least not within the Night Star Clan. I’d be damned if I let Earthside wear them down to a nub.

I stroked Simon hard, taking out some of my aggression on his dick. He grumbled and felt around for the lube we kept in the nest for such occasions. As long as the hatchlings were in the nest this was more my home than the house. So, some stuff got kept out here.

“It was our first home. Well, my first home -a nest. For most dragons,” my inner beast chimed into my thoughts.

He handed it off to me and I squirted some onto his dick and stroked him again, faster, harder this time. I wanted to work him into a frenzy until he couldn’t help but take out his bear’s mood on me. From how his breaths puffed out hard, I figured I’d win that battle. I squeezed and stroked him, reveling in how big and strong he still felt in my hand after all these years, until he growled and flipped me onto my back.

The stars shined brightly above our heads. That was the great thing about the privacy curtains. They didn’t block out the sky. Sure, anyone flying overhead could look down but if they wanted to see Simon’s ass humping away in a few minutes, well that was on them and it was their lucky night.

Simon growled again and kissed me hard. His beard rubbed against my skin, a delightful sensation that I always relished when he grew it out. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, making him work to grind his dick down against me.

“That’s it. Take out all that aggressive worry on me,” my dragon muttered inside his inner sanctum. Simon’s bear was with him now. I couldn’t make out what they were doing but there was something to do with a tongue involved.

“I’ll be kind to him unless he’s mean to Ignatio or you. Then all bets are off,” Simon growled between kisses.