Chapter Three

Trike

So many things registered at once and my dinosaur wasn't giving me a second to process any of them as he roared loudly in my head.

Mate.

Ours.

Claim!

My teeth descended, making my jaw ache with the speed. I stared down at the pile of clothing that had moments ago covered a man who smelled like a hot baked potato covered in sour cream when I'd opened the door to ask him if he was okay. The gorgeous blue-haired, gray-eyed boy, who I'd barely had time to admire, was now a… potato rolling over my… dick.

If I'd not believed such a thing as a potato shifter existed before, I sure as hell did now. The evidence was jiggling about with apparent excitement all over my enormous cock. Something no one had ever done. In fact, most men, when they got a look at the family jewels, made a run for it. It would seem the tiny imp… cutie-saurus, my dinosaur supplied helpfully, couldn't wait to touch.

Did you know we'd find our mate here?

I've been roaming this earth for a long time. Not having come across this species before, I considered what Fate might have done when you went to the bar.

You deduced all that from a random trip to the bar?

Yes.

I didn't see the point in arguing with the rationale when my cutie-saurus chose then to nudge the end of my dick and wriggle. A shuddery breath came with a rumbled curse at how my body responded. The need to come fought with common sense. Throbbing balls and an aching cock that felt like it was going to split the skin with every brush derailed any thoughts of continuing a conversation that would have me going around in circles for hours if I let it. Did it matter what my dinosaur knew when it delivered us a mate?

My thighs clenched together, and my ass flexed as the need to come increased. Brutal was the only way to describe the feeling flowing through me. His scent, touch and the irresistible longing for a mate competed with the desire to lift the potato and take a big bite of him.

I had long since learned to control myself, so I focused on breathing and getting my teeth to retract before I scooped up the pile of delicious smelling clothing, taking a furtive whiff before I placed them on the empty seat beside me. Glancing down at the potato, which was moving as if seeking to find a way to get inside my sweatpants, I found a grin stretching over my face.

"Hey… erm… cutie-saurus, I can't concentrate with you doing that. Can you stop?" There was a definite pause, and it appeared like it was tilting up to listen to me. "I… this is all very unexpected, and I think you might wanna shift back so we can chat… first ." My dinosaur added force to my tone and a lot of intention.

What are you playin' at? You'll scare the little tator-tot!

He likes it. I know what our mate wants.

As if to prove him right, the potato turned to a very tiny, delectable man. Enormous eyes stared at me with such need, my cock bust through the top of the elastic of my sweatpants and the surprisingly plump, naked bottom released enough slick to soak through my pant leg.

What are you fucking doing? Stop making my dick bigger!

No. He needs to see what you have to offer.

This cannot be happening.

It is, now smile he's looking worried. Not too much teeth, we don't want to scare him away.

Teeth? You're worried about teeth? What about my foot long cock that will hit his tonsils when I get it inside him? That I was screeching just infuriated me, especially when my dinosaur actually chuckled at me.

I scratched my head, breathing through my mouth, uncertain of my next move with how much I wanted to take the tator-tot into the back of my motorhome and do everything my dick and dinosaur wanted, which would likely send him running right back into town.

"Hi," he said shyly. "I'm Blu and you're my Dad—mate."

Frowning at the weird word pairing, I asked, "Is this a kind of potato thing, Dad—mate?"

He burrowed right into my chest, and I could feel the heat of his cheek through the thin T-shirt I had on. "I… you see… it's like this… I…" he groaned and peeked up at me through long, dark lashes, "are you a Daddy?"

So not what I expected him to ask. It took several seconds to register his meaning. I might not have a TV, but I had access to the internet and books to keep up to date with modern evolution. I'd attempted many relationships over the years, but most of them failed because my dinosaur was hard to please and wanted a say in everything. And my sheer size—all over—freaked many out. Being a Daddy wasn't something I'd tried.

Say yes.

And what? Make a fool of myself in the process?

"Sorry… I… ignore me," Blu murmured, eyes sheened with tears as he squirmed on my lap.

Make it better, now!

I swallowed a sigh of frustration at the demanding asshole that was my animal side and cupped the side of Blu's face. My huge hand dwarfed his head. Shit, he really was tiny! I was going to need to be careful, or I'd break him. "I'm Trike. Do you want a Daddy/boy relationship?"

If anyone had said I'd be having this conversation with a naked boy on a dirt road leading to a town full of potato shifters, I'd have laughed my ass off for a week. Only I was, and the boy holding all my attention with his begging eyes said it was as real as life could get.

His lips trembled. "Yes."

The one word was hardly a whisper as he sat perfectly still, bravely holding my stare. "Then we'll figure it out. For now, I think you should put your clothes on and we'll head back into town."

He dislodged my hand as he shook his head vehemently. "I'm not going back there. I was leaving as Father wants me to be something I'm not."

I eyed the boy, and then the backpack sat in the dirt outside. "Is that your stuff?" A quick nod came before I returned my attention to the size of the backpack. "All of it?"

He sighed loudly. "Yes, Father says that it's a sin to want more."

Keeping hold of him, I leaned out and effortlessly hiked up the weightless backpack and placed it in the passenger's footwell, shutting the door. Blu showed no signs of moving from my lap as the light in the cab went out. The darkness outside was unbroken and would at least keep my arousal from frightening him.

He's sitting on you.

Was I ever going to cut a break?