Page 31 of Secondhand Garagyre

Icome so hardIsee stars as the decadence of my pleasure fills me from head to toe.Moaningout my peak,Igrind my ass back intoLaithogthe bestIcan asIfeel his thrust getting shorter and shorter.Theunexpected sting of his teeth sinking into my unmarked shoulder causes me to come again, andIfeel his knot bloom for me as the heat of his seed splashes against the opening of my womb again and again.Alow growling groan is the only sound that escapesLaithogsince his teeth are buried deep in the flesh of my body.

Slowly, he eases his teeth out of my skin, his sinuous tongue licking the wound to seal it as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through my body.Nuzzlingthe area he just bit sends shockwaves down to my clit.Myeyes are locked withLaithog’sasIpant, andIcome again in a slow, languorous climax, soft moans falling from my full lips.

Heemits a soft grunt every time his seed jetsons out of his member to bathe my snatch.Easingto a standing position, he carefully turns us to the full-length mirror situation on the opposite wall as he leans back against the counter while repositioning his hands under my thick thighs in order to support my weight with ease since we are locked together and will be for a while.

Theimage we make is no less lascivious than that of moments before.Ican see my naked, delicate pink pussy spread open wide by the inhuman girth of his knot.Histail hasn’t released it’s hold on my neck and he’s forcing me to look at us in all our full-bodied glory just as he did when he took me from behind on the counter.

AbsentlyInote that the tip of his tail is stroking along the side of my jaw in a loving caress asIwatch him watch me in the mirror before us.Squintinga little,Ifocus on my lower abdomen.There’s…a bulge.Whimperinga little,Irealize that his cock is so big,I’vegot a belly bulge where he’s lodged inside of me, not to mention the flood of cum he shot into me.

Well.

That’ssomething you don’t see every day.

Chapter Thirty-Two

LAITHOG

Mymate is sonervousIcan smell the stress rolling off of her in waves.Shewants herparentsto like me.

Badly.

ThoughIam not sure why.Tobe fair, she barely knows me, andIdid spring a mate bond on her.Technically, without her permission, and she is handling my addition to her life with aplomb.

But.

Introducing“Lance” to her patriarch and matriarch has her all out of sorts.TheboothPaisleyinsisted we be seated at is in the corner of the room and there are not any patrons close by, soIallow a calming purr to softly rumble.It’sloud enough for her to hear, but low enough not to garner attention from the rest of the room.

Gatheringher to me,Ituck her under the protection of my shoulder as my mind wanders.Afterwe finished rutting in herbathroom,Ihelped her clean up before we departed to meet her patriarch and matriarch for the midday meal.Iassured her thatthe garment she wore covered both of the vivid mating marks on either side of her neck.

Icouldn’t help but smirk triumphantly at her twodogswhen we exited herbathroom.Littlebastards had been most displeased about being shut out of the room their human was in and voiced their grievances with yowls, grumbles and yodels.

Toobad.

They’llhave to learn to share from now on.

Paisleyinsisted on taking both of the little vexations topottybefore we left, as they would have to stay in the backseat of her conveyance while we dine with her parents.Againstmy better judgementIvoiced concerns about them being shut up inside such a small area.Sheexplained that it wasn’t hot, and they had blankets to curl up within in their designated area inside herpick-up.

Thejingle of the bells attached to the front door of this tavern causesPaisleyto jump and pulls me from my mental wanderings.Anolder human couple enters, the woman bearing a striking resemblance toPaisley.Thatmust be her matriarch, while the slender, pale-headed male walking next to her is my mate’s patriarch.

Paisleynudges me with her elbow, urging me to get out of theboothto stand and greet herparents.Ican see that both humans before me look…tired.Theyhave dark circles under their eyes and their faces are drawn with suffering.Buryinga child has taken its toll on them both, but the grasp they have on one another’s hand is firm.It’sas if they’re afraid to let go of one another lest they lose their spouse as well.

“Hi,Mom.Hi,Dad.I’dlike you to meetLance.He’s…a dear friend of mine from college.Lance,I’dlike you to meet my dad,BenedictTaylorand my mom,EmmelineTaylor, my parents.”

Idon’t think either of herparentscaught the slight pause as she introduced me.Shetold me earlier that lying to them didn’t sit well with her, but she knew they wouldn’t be understanding if they knewIwasn’t human.RememberingwhatPaisleytold me on the way from her place of trade to the tavern,Ireach out with my right hand and gently, yet firmly graspBenedictsextended hand and shake it.Irepeat the same gesture with her mother asIspeak. “Itis an honor to finally meet you.Paisleyhas always spoken highly of you during our conversations.”

Paisley’sbody jerks imperceptibly.Ah, she didn’t fully understand thatI’vebeen listening to her talk toPatrickfor months.Iknow all about her life and the people she loves.

Hermatriarch hesitates slightly before exclaiming, “Whatwonderful manners!Benedict, isn’t this lovely?Paisleyfinally has a man!” are the words that burst from her, her grief briefly overshadowed by the excitement of her daughter bringing a male to meet them.

Benedictlets out a quiet laugh, his demeanor staider than that of his livelier mate. “Yes,Emmeline.Isee that,” he replies.

Glancingaround,Isee that we are gaining notice from the other patrons, something myPaisleydoes not want, soIinterject intoEmmeline’shappy chatter. “Won’tyou have a seat?I’llbe happy to answer all your questions,”Iask with a slight wave of my hand towards thebooth.

“Oh, yes!Thatsounds lovely!Doesn’tthat sound wonderful,Benedict?”Emmelineexclaims as she slides into the boothacross from wherePaisleyandIare standing.Offeringmy hand,IhelpPaisleyback into the booth under her patriarch’s watchful gaze.

Imust have done something right because some of the tension in his body relaxes after watching me solicitous of his daughter.Extendinga hand, he claps me on the shoulder, andIbarely move my wing out of the way in time. “Lance,Ithink we are going to get along just fine.”

Ibreathe a sigh of relief at the acceptance in his voice.LookingoverIsee the happiness onPaisley’sface andIsmile back at her, my heart full of love for her.

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