“No.”
“Competing in tournaments?”
I grumbled. “No, no, no, I wouldn’t begrudge any of that.”
This was one of the few times in my adult life I witnessed my father gentle, vulnerable. “Okay, then. You have a mate bond. His heart is yours. But you have an active choice—you can tell him he isn’t allowed to fuck around with anyone else. As his mate and his Alpha, that is your prerogative. But you’ll also be the pack Alpha one day. Already, you participate in initiations. Not very fair to make him stand by watching you do that, is it? Or making special rules for him only because he’s your mate?”
I grudgingly shook my head. “No, it wouldn’t be fair.” A thought hit me. “Especially when, as my mate, he should participate, too, if he wants to.” Dad nearly always participated in initiations if Father did, too. There were common exceptions, such as if they’d known the person since they were a minor, where my parents opted out but supervised the ceremony. No different than the exceptions offered to others in similar situations.
Father touched his nose and pointed at me. “What I’ve personally witnessed is when partners focus on their hearts and bond and love, the fucking honestly doesn’t matter as long as there’s honesty and communication. And the understanding that you will speak up if there’s an issue. If you say okay, please don’t fuck X because you’re not fond of them, that’s it. Or make a rule that only certain people are in bounds for certain activities. Ask him what he thinks is fair. He might want you to have tight control over him in that way—some omegas love that. They enjoy that kind of control, where a beta or gamma would likely want to rip your head off after a few weeks of you trying to micromanage them. Or he might only want to participate if you’re present. Ask him what he wants. And keep the lines of communication open.
“However, I will warn you that you’ve never been the partner to an omega in a mating heat. I know you’ve resisted discussing personal specifics between me and Dad, but let me tell you something—your dad in a mating heat could just about kill me if I didn’t have help. Now, in our early days together, he enjoyed having more freedom, more choices. Now that we’re both older, he prefers that anything we do, we do it together. There have even been times he’s been tired and I was horny and he called around and we visited someone so I could burn off some energy. And there were times I was exhausted and he needed something so I made a few calls. When everything was said and done, you know what we did, nearly every time?”
I shook my head.
“We came home, hit the shower, and snuggled. Sometimes we curled up together in the hot tub. We talked. If either of us felt jealous for any reason during the encounter, we talked about it and came up with ways to figure out how to avoid it in the future. But we always validate each other’s feelings.”
“I gotta tell you, I’m not used to this soft and squishy side of you.”
He grinned. “Yeah, well, the reason you’re standing here is my soft and squishy side. I was terrified to become a father and your dad talked me into it. Begged me. Promised me that the pack would surround and support us and that I wouldn’t fuck up our world or you. And when you were born, the first time I held you and looked into your eyes, that became the happiest day of my life, eclipsing all others before it.”
“What had been the happiest day before that?” I asked.
He smiled. “The day I met your dad.”
Todd pre-stages lube and towels and other goodies before patting the frame. “Mount up, slut, so you can get mounted.”
Todd is the only person besides me allowed to talk to Shawn like that.
Hell, Shawn would probably drop out of his headspace and clock anyone else who talked to him like that.
A thin stream of pre-cum leaks from Shawn’s cock as he scrambles onto the frame.
My mate can absolutely be a fantastic top and fuck the brains out of someone, and I love that about him.
But I love even more that he allows himself to be vulnerable like this even outside of mating heats, and relishes the sweet fog of pleasure.
Todd straps Shawn to the frame, lightly slapping his ass before he starts cranking the legs apart and spreading Shawn’s thighs wide open to give Todd the best access.
“Say your safeword, pup,” Todd sternly orders.
Shawn’s voice already sounds slurred. “Red.”
“Good job.” He pats Shawn’s ass. “Tell me what’s next.”
“Green, please!” He sighs, trying to writhe against his restraints. “Green-green-green.”
Todd grabs a cock strap and makes quick work tightening it around Shawn’s cock and balls, and adds a jelly cock ring for extra insurance. Then he squirts some creamy goo into his gloved hand and reaches under Shawn, stroking his cock and making my mate moan and jerk against the restraints.
“Might want to shove a cock in his mouth,” Todd says. “He’s gonna get loud.”
“Excellent.” I quickly figure out the adjustments on the seat and position it so Shawn’s head is between my thighs and my cock is stuffed down his throat. As Shawn moans again, I cup the back of his head and grab a fistful of hair. “Settle in, baby. You wanted this—you got it.”
His moans vibrate through my cock and now I’m wishing I’d thought to grab my favorite nipple clamps to wear.
Todd uses a disposable lube syringe to fill Shawn’s ass, then hesitates and looks at me, his meaning clear.
“Might as well,” I say. “Won’t have to interrupt play.”
