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“I don’t know which true-mates you’ve watched do that to each other but I’m not that guy. I’m not the guy who’s going to run around on you. I know my parents had an open relationship for a while and a lot of people still like to say he ran around on her but he didn’t. But just because they wanted that doesn’t mean I do, Othoni.”

“I’m not saying that… I hate my brain,” I sighed. “I think it’s totally killed tonight, huh?”

“I don’t think it has. If you’re not in the mood now, that’s okay. It’s not like we’re on a timer, mate. Honestly, I’d rather talk about it now than land in your head and discover all of the sudden you’re worried that I’m going to run around for whatever reason.”

“It’s not that I think you want too much or that you want to run around. Haven’t you for a moment ever wondered if you were enough?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “So many times. Then other times I knew I wasn’t enough or at least I knew I wasn’t right for what was going on. Not only with lovers and playmates either. Only, Othoni, you are enough. As ridiculous as it sounds, I think you saved me from my own bullshit. I can’t tell you the last time I haven’t been angry before I met you and it started even before Dern shot me. Mum has been dead for decades now. I was okay until Nelum came. Then I was angry and everything kept changing. I ran out of spaces to belong. It was like I was too much everywhere -except for the purple district. There everyone was a whole fucking lot. That got old, though. I let myself fall when I shouldn’t have. I should shut up now. I’m going to have your jaguar hunting someone down,” Teddy laughed.

“Don’t. Don’t do that. I’m sorry it didn’t work out better for you. I know that sounds so fake but I am. I don’t like the idea that anything ever hurt you, Teddy. I know people meet true-mates and relationships end but I hate that it happened to you. We should all be born with true-mate tracking that kicks in when we have our first heat or our first rut. Really, we should.”

“I’ll write a letter to the Commissioner of True-Mates,” he chuckled and leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Is that a real job?” I asked in between kisses.

He shook his head and kissed me again. I lost myself to his soft mouth and let go of my worries. Every relationship had its fair share of issues, and I was sure ours would too. They probably wouldn’t be the ones I worried about. It was never the problems you saw coming that swatted at your balls while you took a nap.

Teddy ran his hand up and down my thigh, caressing it, as our tongues danced together. I shifted closer to him and more slick arousal gushed around my omegahole. I guess my brain hadn’t ruined the mood after all.

Chapter Thirty-One

Teddy

Othoni and I kissed for a long time. I caressed his thighs and belly, savoring his soft skin and the light hair that marked it while steering clear of anything too intimate so as not to make him feel pressured to move toward the claiming vows or anything he wasn’t ready for. If I had been him, I’d probably have asked me that too. My body count wasn’t exactly small, and I never made a secret of that. Sex wasn’t something I held shame about. If everyone involved was down to party, I partied. Only now, with Othoni’s tongue lapping at mine, I wasn’t sorry to say goodbye to those times. I had already left them behind before I found him all huddled up in my bed afraid of the storm. I didn’t regret them, but no one lived in the purple district forever.

His hand slid down over my stomach to my dick and his long, nimble fingers wrapped around my cock. I breathed out as his hand slid down and then back up my shaft. His insecurities must have scuttled back off to wherever their type hides out when they’re not messing with our heads. I deepened the kiss, wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer as he stroked me. I lost myself to his warm hand sliding over my skin until his voice broke the silence of our affection.

“Do you still want me to grab the lube?” he whispered as if he was afraid the universe might here and interfere with our plans again.

“Please,” I whispered and stayed where I was as he grabbed the lube from the bed.

“We’re not doing it on the carpet. Knees aren’t made for that,” he managed to laugh despite his blush returning to redden his cheeks to a beautiful shade.

“Where do you want me?” I asked.

“On the edge of the window seat but sitting up,” he said, his bossiness returning like it had when he told me to take my dick out the other day. I smirked at him and pushed myself onto the window seat. Despite complaining about knees on carpet seconds before, Othoni dropped to his own in front of me. My heart skipped over itself at the sight of him knelt there with his hands on my thighs and his eyes on my cock. He took me in his hand again a second later, stroking and teasing me with his soft-fingered touches. I leaned back on my elbows careful not to put my weight on the window. It might’ve been privacy covered but I doubted it was graded to carry a dragon’s weight and glass shards weren’t the sort of scratches I wanted up and down my back.

Othoni’s warm, moist tongue snaked out of his mouth and licked around the head of my dick. I let out a sigh and swallowed down a ring of smoke that tried to escape. He lifted one of my knees over his shoulder and hung onto my leg as his mouth slid down my cock. Then he moved the other.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “I know my legs---”

“Shush,” he slipped my dick out of his mouth long enough to say. “I put them there. I know what I could handle.”

“Yes, sir,” I laughed.

“Shush! The next sound you make better be from losing as many brain cells as you’ve taken from me,” he said and slipped his mouth back over my dick. I surrender to the soft wetness of his lips and tongue teasing me and sending spirals of pleasure up and down my shaft. The longer he sucked on me the more my legs trembled on his shoulders. He could’ve kept going all day, but I wasn’t going to cum. It didn’t matter how full or heavy my balls grew, whatever mechanism inside me forced me to wait it out. I breathed in and out with the rhythm of his mouth guiding me.

“Almost too much, Othoni,” I whispered not quite ready to shout tangerine yet but I was getting close to that point.

He pulled away and blinked at me. His scent turned confused but still aroused.

“I’m not going to cum until you do, mate,” I grinned, letting out a heavy breath of relief. I was still hard and throbbing but without his mouth to agg me on it was a tolerable longing.

“I got in the zone, sorry,” he said, flashing me a sheepish grin.

“Don’t apologize. It was great. I just… The whole thing…”

“I’ll have to remember that before I break your brain,” he said and kissed my thigh. “Comfy there?”

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