Page 38 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

“Well, that sounds perfect for me, sweet human, perfect for us and our seed.”

I wanted to spend hours playing dirty captive with her, but all of the talking and the surprise ambush thrust me into my wildest fantasy. My orgasm shot out of me with zero preamble. I filed her so quickly, and with such ferocity I missed the opportunity to warn her or make her thank me for giving it to her.

“That was hot.” Armel handed me a washcloth once Miele rolled out from under me, and into my lap.

“Unexpected.” I told him, “But in the best way.”

“Walter?” Miele asked after a long beat of silence.

“That’s his given name.” Armel told her, shooting me a look of contrition,. “It just came out. We used to masturbate to this fantasy, as teenagers. And until he became Ryker’s manager and agent, he’d just been Walter Depardieu. Now he isObsidian. One word. Like Prince or Beyonce.

“Which do you prefer?” she turned in my arms, placing soft kisses along my mouth that prevented me from answering.

“Pet, anytime you call me, I’ll come running. I’ll answer to any name you give me.”

“Next time we play this, can I be a Queen of a planet and you’re trying to force me to surrender?”

“Next time? There will be a next time?” I asked, surprise coating my voice.

“Anytime the fancy strikes, I’ll be your little brood mare.”

The woman was too damn perfect.

twenty-four

“I’m telling you,”JP laughed into his beer, “I have a connection for any kind of out thereaccoutrementsyou may require for a little alien play. My gorgeous wife and her book club spent an entire summer reading about big blue aliens with special add-ons for extended pleasure.”

Clover practically spit out her wine, her mouth agape, and her face nearly as red as her hair.

“Why on earth would you bring that upat the dinner table,Joaquin?”

He shrugged at her and turned back to Obi. “There is a website that has all kinds of hot, kinky dildos, strap-ons, and sheaths. You can think it, and if they don’t have it in stock they can build it. They even had cocks with knots…in case your woman is into that Omega verse shit.”

“We have to wait for Dr. Constantin to come back. Something is wrong between him and his baby girl. I think they broke up,” Clover told Margaux. “He gave us the name of another doctor who he is sending up to work with us until he comes back. But I feel so sorry for him. I think him and his little were together for quite some time.”

“What on earth is he talking about?” Wilder, one of Journey’s men, turned to ask his fiancé. He had the most gorgeous eyes that made him look feline. Severe eyebrows that were pulled into twin diagonal lines only increased his lion-like features.

“They’re book nerds, honey.” She patted his arm, laughing. “Marlowe can explain the basic plot premise to you. But the group is discussing books about aliens who breed humans to restore their race, or books in an Omegaverse about men called Alphas who form bonded packs, that share a magical thread between them which strengthens when they bond to their mateanOmega withknotsandmating bites.”

The conversation was absolutely bonkers. That it was occurring as one person casually passed a platter of fried chicken, or interjected between bites of potato salad was weirdly domestic and also quite salacious, concurrently. I don’t recall every having these kinds of conversations with anyone other than Chantilly and our group of girlfriends. Men openly discussing how hot the various genres of romance were, was both charming and fucking hot, concurrently.

“I have an extra copy of the hottest blue alien book if you’d like to read one,” Clover offered. “Joaquin does an excellent alien commander if you’d prefer a performance.”

The table broke into fits of laughter.

“I didn’t realize women read it too,” Obi said to me, his voice heavy with surprised awe. “I thought it was something only boys, or young men, read as an alternate to the standards likeStar WarsorStar Trek.”

“Oh no, honey.” I laughed. “When we get back home, I’ll loan you my kindle. You’ve been missing out these past years.”

Honey.Home.

Casey hadn’t missed those comments either, raising an eyebrow at me as if to sayI told you so.

“Where did Ryker run off to?” Gideon, Margaux’s husband looked along the table on both sides, noticing his absence. “I was hoping to talk to him about an upcoming research project, see if he’d be interested in participating.”

“He was at the lake the last we saw him,” Clover offered. “That man canswim. Hooie, if I didn’t already have three husbands.” She fanned herself and ran the side of her cup over her forehead. “In and appreciative, and totally unoffensive or leering way.” She clarified toward me with a warm smile.

The conversation shifted and veered as dinner progressed. None of it boring. I could barely keep up with the six or seven side conversations occurring at once. Gideon and JP were discussing pooling their resources sharing research. Margaux and Journey were talking about renovation projects and whether or not to take away a bedroom for an oversized closet and the positive and negative effects on market value of the house. Though I would think if you were living as a four-way couple, you’d all want to have real estate in the master bedroom, and a standard master closet would be problematic.

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