“Prince,” NAID said, and I started. Caleb paused, glancing at me, tail flicking, then sucked my cock harder, playing with my balls. I moaned.
“Prince,” NAID said again.
“Y-yes,” I forced out.
“The emperor would like to speak to you. You are late for your scheduled meeting.”
My mate didn’t slow; if anything, he picked up speed. I whimpered, moments from release.
“I’m unavailable,” I yelled. My hips rocked up, driving my cock deeper down his throat. Caleb grabbed my butt and yanked me toward him, encouraging me to fuck his face. I rutted upward, chasing my pleasure.
“Prince, the emperor insists.”
Stars, my father had bad timing. I could not speak, because my pleasure raced down my spine, and I came with a snarl, thrusting into my mate’s waiting mouth. He swallowed around me, drinking my seed.
I panted, shakily cupping the back of his head. Caleb sucked up and off my softening cock and smugly smirked at me. I chuckled. “You liked that someone might have seen us.”
He kissed my cock and it twitched in interest, though I would not be ready to go again for some time yet. Caleb glanced at the monitor, and NAID was still there; the computer didn’t care.
“Tell my father I will be there soon,” I told it.
“Understood.” NAID vanished.
I cupped his cheek. “Shall I suck you?”
“No. Not yet. At some point in the future, yeah, but not right now,” he said.
Pulling him up so he was on top of me, I undid his trousers enough to pull his hard cock out. Caleb gasped. I pumped him, harder than I normally did, testing my mate’s reaction, and Caleb moaned, pressing his forehead against mine. I brushed my thumb over his leaking crown, listening to him whimper; I loved finding exactly what he did and did not like.
“I want your seed on me,” I said. “I need to smell like you.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
From his gasps and rolling hips, I knew he liked that I worked him fast and hard. I scratched him gently with my claws to make him sting, and Caleb whimpered, tip leaking pre-seed. It did not take long for Caleb to tumble over the edge. Spurts of his seed coated my stomach, and I groaned at the sight. Something primal inside of me needed to be claimed by my mate in such a way.
He collapsed against me, boneless, and I swallowed a grunt. Caleb was heavy, even heavier than me, and he was still underweight for his frame. He wasn’t small anymore, and I wouldn’t be able to hold him like this for much time.
I kissed the top of his head. “I need to go.”
“No,” Caleb protested, but he moved off me.
“I’ll return as soon as possible. Maybe we can go on a date later?”
“I’d like that.”
Chapter 50
Meetings, Star Trek, and interrupted dates.
I lay on the couch, sated from my and Fyn’s earlier fun, but tension vibrated in my muscles. I didn’t like being alone, which was weird. I used to be alone all the time, but now, I needed Fyn here. All the time. I felt like I would disappear or become a ghost if someone didn’t assure me they saw me and that I was alive. Though part of me still hated being alive.
My brain was a mess.
A face suddenly appeared on the monitor in front of me, making me start. Wings sprawling, I half fell off the couch as I scrambled to get away. A pot crashed off the shelf, and I whimpered.
“It’s me, Caleb,” Edith said.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered, hand over my racing heart. “Don’t suddenly pop up,” I said in English.
