Thoreau - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

"Bubba, I made so many friends today." With a happy smile, I looked at him. "Luna and Beta Ty and Royal Price and now Leo the Lion. I'm such a lucky boy, Bubba!"
"And now you have a bedroom of your own, too," he said with a smile. "We'll go shopping later for you to pick out more clothes and stuff, okay?"
"A bedroom? For me?"
"Yes, cucciolo. It's yours for as long as you want to live with us," Gelo told me.
"Thank you!" I smiled and looked around with wide eyes.
It was so nice and clean and best of all, not too hot. Now I wouldn't get all stinky in the summer, and I hoped they'd let me have heat in the winter.
And I loved the panda blanket I was snuggled into!
"It's so soft," I whispered as I petted it, "and has pandas."
"Ruby, my wolf, thinks it doesn't match the bedspread," Leo's voice made me look up at him, "but it's bears and bears, right? How does that not match?"
Scrunching up my face, I lifted the panda blankie to see what he was talking about and saw a bunch of strawberries and polar bears.
"I love it!" I squealed. "I love strawberries! And bears! And pink! Pink's my favorite color, Leo. Did you know that?"
"I did. A little birdie told me."
Wow. How cool was Five Fangs to have birds that talked?!
Nodding, I looked around some more and couldn't find my cage. Uh oh! Where was I going to sleep tonight?
And my book! Bubba promised he'd bring it! Where is it?
I jammed my thumb in my mouth again. My chest started to go up and down really fast, and my breath came out in little pants.
"Reau, honey, what's wrong?" Bubba stopped rubbing circles on my belly and put his hands on either side of my face.
"My cage, Bubba. Where is it? And my book. You promised, Bubba!"
"Shh. Calm down. We have your cage in the bed of Angelo's truck. We'll bring it up here, but you do not have to sleep in it anymore. That's why you have a bed."
"You don't understand, Bubba," I argued. "I don't deserve a bed. I'm a dumb animal."
"Thoreau Ezra Jones. I want you to forget everything your mom and dad ever told you. They were wrong. They just wanted to hurt you and told you a bunch of lies. You are a boy, not a dumb animal, and you will never be locked in a cage again. I won't allow it."
I was tired and confused, but he said he'd bring my cage up and that's all that mattered, so I nodded.
"And my book?" I took my thumb out of my mouth to ask.
"It's downstairs on the kitchen counter. Do you want me to go get it right now?"
"No. Too tired right now. Leo the lion, will you please read about pandas with me when I wake up?"
"Sure, if that's what you want."
Nodding, I closed my eyes. I was so sleepy, even though I'd had lots of little naps today!
"Reau, before you go back to sleep, can we talk to you for a little bit?" Gelo asked.
I shrugged. I didn't feel like talking anymore, but I didn't want to make them mad at me. If they got mad at me, they'd send me back to Mommy Daddy, and I'd rather Bubba just kill me than send me back there.
"Is it all right if Leo moves closer?" Bubba said in his serious voice. "We need him to smell you to check something."
"I smell good, Bubba. Just had a shower. What is he checking? Did you forget to wash my hair?"
"No, honey. You're good and clean all over. It's just to make sure of something, okay?"
" 'Kay, Bubba."
If he trusted Leo enough to live here, I figured I could trust him enough to smell me.
So Bubba stood up and step aside, and Leo sat on the bed near my belly. He took a big deep breath through his nose, closed his eyes, leaned a little closer, and took another big, deep breath.
"It's very faint," he said with a frowny face, "but, yeah, I smell it."
"Damn! How did our luna catch that?" Gelo asked with raised eyebrows.
"If you were shot full of it on the regular, you'd be sensitive to how it smelled, too, I suppose." Leo shrugged, then rolled his eyes when Bubba growled. "You can't deny it happened to her."
"I don't like thinking about it!" Bubba snapped at him, making my eyes go wide at his angry voice. "Talk about something else!"
"Sorry," Leo muttered and looked away.
Suddenly, I 'membered Gelo telling me that Leo was sick and sad and that I had to help him feel better. Here was my chance!
"Not nice, Bubba." I reached over and ran my hand up and down Leo's arm. "It's okay, Leo. What do you smell? I smell something yummy!"
"I'm fine, buddy, but thanks." He smiled at me. "And yeah, it's coconut shampoo. Do you like it?"
"I love it!" I chirped and was about to ask him where coconuts came from when Gelo started talking.
"How did they give you the wolfsbane? Did they put it to your food?"
"Mommy Daddy didn't give me any wolfsbane!" I said in my grumpy voice.
The pretty luna and Beta Ty asked me about wolfsbane, too! Why is everyone so curious about dumb old wolfsbane?
If I answered their questions, though, maybe they wouldn't punish me and I could sleep in peace.
"Binda brought me the same food every day," I told Gelo. "Toast for breakfast and chicken noodle soup for lunch with jello on Wednesdays and Fridays. Sometimes a special treat. This morning, she brought me three whole strawberries. I love strawberries!"
"You're not asking him the right way," Leo murmured, and I tilted my head as I looked at him.
There's a right way to ask questions? Have I been asking questions the wrong way all my life?!
"Your parents gave you something that made Tanner fall asleep," Leo said. "What was it?"
"Special medicine," I told him with a nod.
"They didn't call it something else?"
"No. Just special medicine."
"What did it look like? Can you describe it for me?"
"Round little pills. Three of them." I made a yuck face. "They made me feel so sick after I swallowed them."
"Why did they give you the special medicine?"
I didn't want to, but I had to tell the truth. Like I told Beta Ty, I was not a liar.
"I was bad and got Tanner into trouble," I whispered and started to flap my fingers against my palms.
"Can you tell me how you were bad?"
"I broke a rule. I started crying while Mommy Daddy was fixing me."
My hands opened and closed faster now, and Leo slowly reached over and held them in his. I liked how his thumbs rubbed over the back of my knuckles, both of them going up and down at the same time, and I calmed down.
"That was a rule? No crying?" he asked quietly.
"No noise during fixing. Since I broke the rule, he punished me, but it hurt so bad, Tanner took control and shifted. He bit Mommy Daddy right on the face! Then he tried to run away, but Mommy Daddy caught him and locked us up in our cage for three days. Binda was only allowed to let us out to go bathroom."
I squeezed Leo's hands and closed my eyes as I 'membered how hot and thirsty I got those three days. My throat had burned so bad!
"After that, Mommy Daddy brought us the special medicine. He made us take it, and Tanner went to sleep." Tears filled my eyes again. "Tanner was punished because of me. 'S all my fault."
"No, baby, it wasn't your fault," Gelo murmured. "Your parents were being cruel and Tanner was trying to protect you."
"You did nothing wrong, honey," Bubba added, but his voice sounded strange.
Before I could look at him to see if he was crying, Leo asked another question!
"How did they punish you?"
"Whipped me with a belt," I 'splained, hoping Leo would run out of questions soon. "I tried so hard to be a good boy, Leo. I swear I did!"
"I know you did, and you are a good boy, Reau. They were wrong to be so mean to you, and I'm sorry you had to go through that."
His thumbs rubbed my knuckles a little harder and faster, and I didn't like how that felt, so I pulled my hands away and hid them under the panda blankie.
"Do you need a break?" Bubba asked. "Are you getting aggravated? If you are, we can talk later."
"I will answer two more questions. Just two! I don't like 'splaining so much!" I made an angry face at Leo, which made him snort for some reason, and I made my angry face even angrier.
"Okay," Leo agreed. "Only two more. First one. It sounds like punishment was different than fixing. If they whipped you when they punished you, what did they do to fix you?"
"Beat sense into me. Mommy Daddy said I have no sense, so they have to beat it into me."
Hearing a low growl, I looked past Leo and saw Bubba had his hands curled up in tight fists and Angelo's face was all red.
Are they mad? My heart started beating really hard again. If they are mad, are they mad at me? Am I being a bad boy? Are they going to punish me?
"Step out if you need to," Leo hissed at them. "You're scaring him."
With a grunt, Bubba nodded and relaxed his hands, and Angelo closed his eyes and took some deep, slow breaths. After a few moments, they seemed calmer, and that helped my heart to slow down to normal speed.
"Reau?" Leo's voice made me look in his direction again. "Last question, buddy. Did they say why they thought you needed fixing? Besides the no sense thing, did they have any more reasons?"
"My brain is broken. I'm retard—"
"Reau!" Emerson barked.
"That's what Mommy Daddy said, Bubba," I said as tears slipped down my cheeks. "I can't help the word they used!"
"Shh, cucciolo (puppy). It's okay." Sinking to his knees next to the bed, Gelo gently ran his hand through my hair. "Emerson is just upset because they treated you so badly and called you that no-no word."
"Is he aghast?" I cocked my head to the side, wondering if Binda was right about that, too.
"He is aghast." Gelo made a funny face. "How do you know that word?"
"Binda said he would be," I told him with wide eyes. "She said, 'Your brother would be aghast to know how they treat you,' so she was right!"
"Honey, who's Binda?" Bubba asked as he walked over to stand behind Gelo. "Cove and I don't remember any Binda in the pack. Did she come after we left?"
"No, Bubba, she's always been there. That's why she couldn't come with me. She said, 'I'm an old, old lady. My time is nearly done, and moving now wouldn't make a difference.' " When Bubba shook his head, I added, "She's Mommy Daddy's cook."
"Oh, my Goddess." He blew a little laugh out of his nose and rolled his eyes. "You're saying Belinda. You mean Belinda Marriott, right?"
"Who is she, my love?" Gelo asked.
"Miss Marriott is a maiden she-wolf who was the cook at alpha house when I was a small pup. She retired years ago, but helped me with Reau after the sickness. Wow. She must be in her late eighties or early nineties by now."
"You 'member Binda, Bubba?" I blinked up at him.
"Honey, her name is pronounced Belinda."
"Yes, Bubba. I said that. Binda."
"No, listen to the syllables, sweetheart. Bah-lin-dah."
"Binda."
"Say Bah," Bubba instructed with a frown.
"Bah," I copied him, frown and all.
"Lin."
"Lin."
"Dah."
"Dah."
"Belinda."
"Binda!" I crowed with a big grin.
Gelo and Leo burst into laughter, but Bubba pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and closed his eyes. At first, I thought he was mad at me, but then he started laughing, too.
I didn't understand what was so funny, but I was happy that they were happy.
And best of all, Leo didn't ask me any more questions!
As the three of them started to talk about something, I yawned so hard, my jaw made a pop! noise.
"Go back to sleep. We'll move to the living room," Bubba said.
"No!" I whined. "Don't leave me!"
"Okay, okay. I'll stay until you fall—"
"No, all of you," I pouted. "Bubba and Gelo and Leo the Lion."
"Sure, cucciolo (puppy)." Gelo smiled. "But our talking might keep you awake."
"It won't. Too tired."
"Then go to sleep, honey," Bubba said. "We'll stay with you."
And I smiled as I closed my eyes and snuggled into my super-soft blankie, only half listening to their words as their deep voices lulled me.
"For a controlled substance, wolfsbane sure has been making an appearance lately," Gelo whispered. "First, Alpha Kendall Briggs dosed luna with it and now this."
"True enough," Leo murmured. "I wonder where they got it from? Not like you can find it at the grocery store or anything."
"The streghe (witches) need a license to stock it, and they have to maintain exact records of its sale and use. Julian will be interested to hear this, but I think I'll do a little digging on my own, too. Maybe fly up to New York and ask some questions at the Diabolic Market."
"Angelo?" Bubba asked. "Do you know something I don't?"
"No, my love, but my gut tells me these two situations are related in some way. Leo?"
"I think you're right. Wolfsbane is too heavily monitored in every step of its limited production and use. For two separate alphas to find an illegal supplier, there has to be a connection."
Dumb old wolfsbane again!
I frowned and stopped listening. Reaching out, I grabbed someone's hand and pulled it against my chest, then curled myself around it with a happy hum.
Whatever they were discussing obviously wasn't about me, so I let myself drift back to sleep.
Emerson
"Leo, we're going to our room for a bit to relax," Angelo murmured as we all tip-toed out of Thoreau's bedroom. "Can you listen in case he wakes up?"
"Sure. Um, should I feed him if he does? I can't stand knowing he's nothing but skin and bones."
"You can if he's hungry," I said with a shrug. "Luna said she fed him two sandwiches at the alpha house, so he might not be, especially if he isn't used to eating very much."
"Anything in particular I should make? I don't know how to cook any real food—"
"We're aware," Angelo smirked, making Leo roll his eyes.
"He likes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." I scrubbed a hand over my face and tried to remember all of Thoreau's quirky eating habits. "The bread can't have any seeds or nuts, and the jelly can't have any bits of fruit or peel in it. The peanut butter needs to be smooth, too."
"We definitely have peanut butter, but I don't remember seeing any jelly."
"I think there's a small jar of grape unopened in the cupboard," Angelo said and looked at me. "Will grape work?"
"The flavor isn't important. It's the texture. Everything has to be smooth. And he likes chocolate milk, but will drink it plain if we don't have chocolate syrup."
"Pretty sure we don't. I'll start a grocery list while you two ... relax." Leo smirked, then turned and headed for the stairs.
"Don't be jealous," Angelo called, and Leo threw up a middle finger before he disappeared from sight. Chuckling, my mate grabbed my hand and tugged me along. "Come on, darling. Let's relax."
With Thoreau arriving in the way he had, I'd completely forgotten that my mate and I had been teasing each other on and off throughout the morning.
Shit. He's probably dying to get off by now.
So when he sat me down on the side of the bed and stood facing me, my fingers went right to work on his belt buckle.
Damn man can't wear sweat shorts in summer like everyone else, I grumbled to myself.
I tugged the leather strap to free it from the metal prong, but Angelo put his hand over mine before I could completely unbuckle it.
"Amore (love), despite my joking with Leo, I really did bring you in here to relax." When I raised my head to look at him, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Let me take care of you, tesoro mio bello (my handsome treasure)."
"But—"
"We'll get to your butt later, caro (dear), if that's what you want."
He snickered when I blushed, then moved his hands to my shoulders and dug his fingers into my trapezius muscles, and my brain shut off as he kneaded away.
"Oh. My. Goddess," I sighed, closing my eyes to savor the delicious relief. "That feels amazing!"
"Hmm. Sit right there for a minute. I'll make it even more amazing."
Cracking one eye open, I watched as he finished undoing his belt and dropped his cargo pants, which hit the floor with several dull thuds.
"Good thing you took your boots off downstairs."
"Good thing," he agreed as he stepped out of his discarded pants.
"Do I even want to know what you keep in all those pockets?"
"Probably not," he admitted. "Which reminds me, I need to go through the house and gather up all the weapons I've tucked away here and there. Don't want our baby brother to cut his finger off on a throwing star or blow Leo up with a grenade."
"You have grenades hidden around our house?" I raised an eyebrow, not sure why I was even surprised at this point.
"Should I mention the bazooka?" he teased with a grin.
At least, I thought he was teasing.
"Definitely not." I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, I wasn't born a weapon like you were. I've had to make myself into one." He shrugged, then reached over his head to pull off his t-shirt.
"And a very fine one you are," I grinned as my eyes ran up and down his chiseled chest and abs. "Should I get naked, too?"
"I'm leaving my shorts on, schemo (silly), but you can take off your t-shirt if you want."
As I pulled it over my head, he jumped onto the bed and moved to kneel behind me, then put those talented hands to work again. As he massaged my shoulders, I couldn't hold back the low groan that vibrated up from my chest.
"Feel nice, darling?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "Really nice. Thank you."
"I don't need thanks." He chuckled softly. "It is my right and privilege to take care of my mate."
His hands suddenly left my shoulders, and he draped his arms around my neck to hug me, his chest flush against my back and mate sparks dancing everywhere our bare skin touched.
I'll never not love that sensation.
Since it was right in front of me, I kissed the beautiful tattoo of a feather on the inside of his left arm. He'd told me he got it a couple of years ago in memory of his flock, and I liked looking at it. Truly an artist, his tattooist had added a 3-D effect to make it look like a real feather had landed on his skin.
It was the only ink he had, although humans would see his mate mark as one of a wolf. Cove had been very pleased with it and completely ignored me when I reminded him that ninety percent of mate marks were portraits of the male's wolf.
"I never thought I'd get to say that," Angelo whispered in my ear, his breath warm and ticklish on my neck as it stole all my attention away from his tat. "My mate. Mio bello amore (My handsome love). Tio amo (I love you).
Before I met him, I didn't know any Italian beyond ciao (hello; goodbye), but I was quickly picking up on a lot. Plus, the witches, like all little sisters, delighted in tormenting him and would translate anything he refused to.
Which was how I knew he'd said he loved me.
"I love you, too," I breathed and tipped my head back to give him free access to my neck.
He took full advantage of the offer and laid open-mouth kisses from my ear to my collar bones, then found the spot in the crook of my neck that made my whole body shiver.
"That's where my mate mark would go, isn't it?" he asked quietly, raising his head just enough so that his lips brushed my skin with each word. "If I were a wolf shifter, this is where I would bite you."
"Uh-huh." Turning my head, I nudged his cheek with my nose. "Kiss me, loser."
"Nope." He even popped the 'p' as he grinned at me. "Not until you call me what you did earlier today, polpetto (meatball)."
Shoot. Now I have to ask one of the girls what a polpetto is! And I have a gut feeling they're going to laugh their asses off over whatever it means, I groused, making Cove giggle at me.
"Call you what? Little shit?" I smirked.
"Orsacchiotto," he purred and my dick twitched, "you know what name I want to hear. Say it and I'll give you a kiss."
"You'll give me a kiss regardless," I muttered.
Swiveling quickly, I tackled him to the bed, but for someone who had neither an animal spirit or magic, he was damn fast.
Very damn fast.
Between one heartbeat and the next, he flipped me flat on my back with my wrists pinned above my head. Sure, I could have broken out of his hold easily, but why would I want to?
"All I'm asking for is one simple endearment. Is that so difficult?" He pecked my nose, then all over my face. Everywhere but my lips.
"Stop teasing," I whined and turned my head to try and catch his mouth as it roamed down my cheek.
"Say it."
"Kiss me first."
"Say it and I'll kiss you," he growled.
"Kiss me and I'll say it," I growled back.
"You first."
"No, you first."
"No, you."
With a soft growl, I twisted my wrists out of his hands and sank my fingers into his thick hair to hold him still.
"Angel," I murmured as we stared at each other. "You're my angel. And I love you."
"Emerson," he breathed, his gray-green eyes wide and glistening. "I love you so, so much, orsacchiotto."
Then he gave me the softest, sweetest kiss that made my breath catch and my heart thump.
Cradling the back of his head with one hand, I ran the other hand up and down his spine, and he melted into me with a happy hum. As he ended the kiss, I wasn't ready to let him go, so I drew his face into my neck and wrapped my arms around his torso.
"Bello (handsome), can I ask you something?" His voice was muffled as he nuzzled my throat with his nose.
"Anything. Always."
"So, ah, I know that shifters have a, um, unique smell between Goddess-given mates and I was wondering if, uh, I have one. For you, I mean."
Aw! How cute! Cove cooed. He's stuttering with nerves!
"Hyacinths." I rolled us over so I was on top of him, then levered myself up on my elbows so I wouldn't smush him too badly. "I get drunk on it. Or at least, how I imagine drunk would feel."
And he giggled.
Angelo della Morte, the freaking Angel of Death, giggled as he reached up to frame my face between his palms.
That made my heart turn over.
For a legendary badass bristling with weapons he had no hesitation to use, he was the softest, sweetest cinnamon roll I'd ever met.
Only with us, Cove grinned. Only ever with us.
I know, I grinned back.
"I wonder what your scent would be," he murmured. "I wish I could smell it."
"We can improvise. Gamma Rio's mate, Emmeline, is human and can't smell him, so she picked out a cologne that he wears for her."
"Good idea." He lowered his eyes, but not before I saw a flash of pain in them. "I also wish I could give you a mate mark. I'm sorry I'm a glitch, tesoro (treasure)."
"Don't you dare call my mate a glitch!" Rolling us over, I pinned his wrists to the bed. "You are perfect for me the way you are, Angelo Joseph del Vecchio! You are my love, my mate, my partner, and my angel. I won't hear a word against you, not even from you yourself."
He blinked a few times, then gave me a little smile.
"Thanks, Em."
"I don't need thanks. It is my right and privilege to take care of my mate," I shot his earlier words back at him, but should have known he would retaliate with a salvo of his own.
"Stop copying me," he sassed, repeating my earlier words.
"You little shit."
"Faccia di merda (asshole)."
I hadn't learned that expression yet, but I knew merda was shit, so I could make a guess.
Chuckling, I released his hands and carried him with me as I rolled onto my side, then held his body tight against my much bigger one, still amused by our size difference.
He was five eleven and maybe one hundred and ninety pounds of hard muscle. Average size for a human male maybe, but terribly small compared to a wolf shifter. We naturally had denser bones and a heavier musculature.
I myself was six six and close to three hundred pounds, not at all unusual for those of us with ranked blood. Since size went along with power, alphas were the largest in the pack, followed by betas, then gammas and deltas and on down to omegas and runts, who were the smallest and weakest.
Never call our little luna bunny weak, Cove grumbled with a frown.
Definitely not, I agreed with him.
Even though she was a runt and physically weaker than just about everyone else in the pack, Luna Posy's heart and grit made her a giant among shifters. Plus, while the five alphas' power came from their original packs and Five Fangs, only my little luna had access to all six.
The irony of a runt being the most powerful she-wolf on the planet was not lost on me.
I wonder if she even realizes that, I thought absently. Ha! I'd love to see someone underestimate her because of her size, then watch her wreck them! Speaking of which...
"Can't wait for you to start coming to fighter practice with me," I murmured as I fiddled with Angelo's hair. "I want to see you knock a few of the pups on their arrogant asses."
"What's the youngest beta's name again?" he murmured against my collar bone. "Should I start with him? He looks about my size, just a couple of inches taller."
"Tyler? Hell, no!" My eyes opened wide in alarm at the idea of Angelo poking at Tyler until he erupted. "He's a great kid. Polite, kind, rarely gets mad and is never arrogant. Cove and I see him as a younger brother. So does luna bunny. If you want to spar with him, though, that's fine. It would be fun to watch, although I think it would end in a draw."
"That good, is he?" Angelo sounded skeptical, and I snorted.
He'll find out, Cove said with a knowing grin on his fuzzy face.
"Yeah, and he has the heart of a lion. Just don't piss his wolf off, or shit will get real."
"He's also that good?"
"More like that violent. When he's not escalated, River is the babiest baby you can imagine, even more so than Alpha Ash's wolf, Obsidian. If River pops off, though, he's a nightmare. Come to think of it, so is Sid. The only difference is, River triggers all the time while it takes some monumental pushing to get Sid to that level."
"Interesting. I'm looking forward to training with the pack." He raised his head and kissed my chin. "Are you feeling better now, la mia vita (my life)?"
"Oh, yeah." With a little smirk, I slid one hand down his abs and under his waistband. "I know something that will make me feel even better, though."
"Cuore mio (my heart), I told you, I wanted you to relax. Besides, cuddling and comforting each other is a form of intimacy, too. I don't need—"
He gasped as my fingers found his semi-hard dick. Grinning, I cupped his balls and drew his whole package out from his boxers, which I ripped off of him with my other hand.
That earned me a quiet moan, and my own dick stiffened in response.
"I hardly have to touch you, do I?" I fondled his balls and watched as he threw his head back and arched his hips. "You get drunk on my touch just like I do on your scent."
"Stroke me or take me in your mouth, Em," he grumbled through clenched teeth. "Hurry!"
"My bad boy is so needy," I purred as I played with his balls and ignored his dick, which was now iron hard and almost touching his belly button.
"Right now!" he boomed.
"And bossy. Such a demanding mate I have."
When pre-cum leaked out of his tip, I stopped teasing and bent my head to take him between my lips. I didn't even have a chance to suck him before he pushed me onto my back, straddled my head, and plowed his hands into my hair - all with his dick firmly lodged half-way down my throat.
Teased him a little too much today, was my rueful thought, followed quickly by, Goddess, he's good!
He held my head in place as his hips went on auto-pilot, thrusting in and out of my mouth at a furious, frantic pace. He wasn't able to go down as deep as he did when he knelt behind my head, but I didn't think he was bothered about it, if his groans were anything to go by.
As his balls bounced against my chin, I slapped his firm ass, then gripped a cheek in each hand. Feeling adventurous, I spread them a bit and ran my fingertips over his puckered hole.
That made him go wild. He tipped his head back and hammered my mouth like a machine, his hips bucking in a frenzy, and I regretted not grabbing the lube so I could snug my finger inside him.
I definitely wouldn't have done it without his permission, but we'd talked about exploring further, and his reaction just now made me think he would be open to trying that.
"Emerson?" Angelo bellowed, signaling he was on the edge.
Come, angel. Give me every last drop.
His body went taut above me as he shot semen down my throat and I swallowed again and again. Hearing his harsh groan as he came made me even harder, and my dick strained against the fabric of my shorts.
Before I really comprehended what he was doing, he pulled out of my mouth and scooted back to sit on my chest, then grabbed a corner of the bedspread and wiped the spit and semen away from my mouth and chin.
"Fuck, Emerson! I didn't mean to lose control like that! I am so sorry!" he fussed as he patted my skin dry. "I even told you I'd jack you off the whole time, but I—"
"Angelo, it's fine." I gave him a lazy grin and squeezed his ass cheeks again. "I like knowing I got you hot and bothered enough to lose control like that."
"I didn't scare you or hurt—"
"No, loser, you didn't scare me." I rolled my eyes. Goddess. How fragile did he think I was?
His worried gray-green eyes searched my face for a moment before a wicked grin stretched across his lips.
"Good. Then you won't mind if I do this."
Dropping the bedspread with a grin, he pulled my sweat shorts and boxers down to my thighs with one yank and had my throbbing dick in his mouth before I could blink.
"Angelo-ooo," I moaned his name and slid my fingers in his hair.
As one of his hands worked my ball sack, the other grabbed the part of my dick that he couldn't fit down his throat. We were both still working on training our gag reflex, but he was having a harder time with it than I was because of my size. To compensate, he insisted on trying different things, although I told him not to worry about it. I usually didn't need more than him sucking my tip to come.
Which he was doing very well at the moment.
Then he ran the pad of his thumb over the thick muscle on the underside of my dick and followed it deep into my scrotum, and I gasped at the sensation. My fingers gripped fistfuls of his hair and held on as his head bobbed up and down and his hand pumped the base of my dick.
Suddenly, he stilled and his lips suctioned onto my tip so hard, my shape should have been imprinted on the roof of his mouth - and I was done for.
"Angelo," I warned him in a low growl as my balls drew up.
Diving down, he took as much of my length into his mouth as he could, and I came with a loud groan that rattled around the room.
I was still seeing stars when that little shit popped up like a daisy, saliva and semen flowing from the corners of his mouth and dribbling onto his chest.
"I took more of you down my throat! Could you feel it?" He grinned, and more fluids ran down his chin. "And I managed to swallow most of it this time!"
"Good job, baby," I praised him as my inner caveman beat his chest to see my seed all over my mate's face. "I loved every second of it."
I grabbed the bedspread, figuring it was already destined for the laundry today, and used it to clean up my messy mate.
Then he snagged the blanket from the end of the bed and snuggled the two of us under it. We tangled ourselves together, our hands caressing each other, until sleep crept up on us.
Angelo yawned first, which made me yawn, and I closed my heavy eyelids as he snuggled into me even more.
"Sweet dreams," I heard his sexy voice murmur as I drifted on the edge of dreamland. "Ti amo, testa di cazzo (I love you, asswipe)."
"Good night." With a tiny smile, I kissed the top of his head. "And I love you, too, you little shit."