21. Aurum

Twenty-One

I thoughtGaius's wrap-up speech would never fucking end.

After I chose Mylo as the obvious winner and my fated mate, I stole him away from the crowd. I'd lose my Drake-damned mind if I didn't get to plow him ASAP. Good thing he seemed just as eager for alone time.

Stumbling into my room like a madman, I tossed Mylo on the couch and grabbed the nearest controller, thrusting it into his hands.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I threw in the Cruel Combat disc and punched the console on.

"Play the game," I ordered.

He blinked, then his eyes widened as I sat on my knees and shoved his legs apart. "Aurum, are you, uh... not playing?"

"No," I growled. "Play the insane difficulty on solo."

Mylo sounded confused, but willing. "Okay..."

I angled myself so I could suck Mylo off while watching the screen at the same time. My cock throbbed as I undid Mylo's belt and yanked his pants down to his ankles. I heard Mylo audibly gulp as I crushed my face into his bulging briefs, huffing his omega scent like a man starved for air.

He chuckled breathlessly. "You're gonna distract me."

"No, I won't," I stated. "I saw your skills firsthand. You'll beat the whole campaign even if I am distracting you."

Mylo flushed with a mix of pride and arousal. "I'll try my best."

The familiar sounds of the game screen filled the room as Mylo navigated the menus. Meanwhile, I rubbed my nose into his growing bulge. His floral yet musky scent was divine. It went straight to my head, turning my brain to lust-addled mush.

As I moaned into it, the vibrations made Mylo shiver. He hissed through his teeth, but didn't stop playing. I heard the familiar announcer declare the start of the first fight. If he was playing on insane difficulty like I commanded him to, the initial battle was no cake walk, and the enemies only got harder.

Mylo tensed as he took a gamer's stance. His focus sharpened, despite me nuzzling his erection, and he launched into aggressive combos. Watching his opponent's health bar bleed down to zero made my cock ache.

Fuck, it was sexy how good he was at this game.

Mylo paid no attention to me. His concentration was fully on wiping the floor with his opponent. He didn't flinch as I pulled down the waistband of his briefs, unveiling his cock to the cool air. My mouth watered. As the sounds of his first victory rang out, I pressed my lips to the tip.

Mylo shuddered. "Ah... That feels good."

"Keep playing," I said, words muffled.

He nodded, thumbing through the menu to the next battle. He didn't blink as the second opponent screeched while assaulting him. He dodged every hit expertly, then hit back with his own combo. While that happened, I trailed my tongue across his sensitive head. The salty taste flooded my mouth. I took him deeper, slow but thorough, not letting a single inch of his cock go untouched.

Mylo blew out a shaky breath but didn't speak. Judging by the sound effects, he was busy whooping his opponent.

Arousal hummed through my blood. I felt high with lust. Mylo's thighs tensed with concentration. There was something hot about his lack of attention on me, like I was just a toy for him to thrust his dick into. My mouth watered at the fantasy. I pocketed the head of his cock in each cheek before taking him deeper.

Mylo hissed through his teeth. I heard him smash the buttons fiercer, more desperately. The blowjob was affecting him, but he still fought hard.

It wasn't long until the second opponent fell. Mylo sank back into the cushions with a loud gasp. He clutched the controller in one hand and threw the other over his face, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Aurum, that feels really good," he murmured.

Why did he stop playing? I didn't want to stop blowing him to talk, so I raised a brow and pointed back at the screen.

"What? Still?" he asked.

I nodded.

He sighed, grabbing the controller again. "I guess you did say to beat the whole campaign..." He tilted his head at me. "Is this really doing something for you?"

My eyes widened and I nodded vigorously.

His cheeks flushed adorably as he chuckled. "Okay, then. I want you to feel good, too."

Oh, he didn't have to worry about that. I was about as hard as physically possible. In fact, it was time to release my cock from its confines before it ripped through my clothes. I shoved my pants and underwear down haphazardly, moaning in relief when my cock was freed.

Mylo bit his lip. His eyes were glued to the screen as the third fight raged on, but I could tell he wanted to sneak a glance between my legs.

I glimpsed at the screen, too. Mylo was unstoppable. His combos were highly skilled—only a player who'd trained for a long time could pull them off.

That's my mate,I thought proudly.

Mylo's gaming talent sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine. Watching him artfully beat the crap out of his opponents was hotter than a lapdance.

I wrapped my tongue around his pulsing shaft, worshipping it until Mylo whimpered and moaned under his breath. The sounds of loud attacks and buttons clicking filled the room, so his tiny noises of pleasure were like a secret just for me. I loved hearing him come undone.

The KO rang out. The third opponent was finished. Mylo released a raw, wanton moan, like he'd held it in the whole fight. His fingers curled tightly around the controller as he tossed his head back and writhed with pleasure.

"Aurum, you're killing me," he mumbled.

I snorted as I kept sucking him off. I wasn't about to let up.

"You seriously want me to fight the final boss like this?" he asked incredulously.

I nodded. He was playing on the highest difficulty, yet he hadn't lost a single fight so far. Hell, he'd barely taken any damage. The blowjob clearly wasn't detrimental to his skill level. I wanted him to go all the way. I knew he could do it—I had faith in my mate.

He groaned, half from pleasure and half from exasperation. "Fine."

I smirked at his bratty attitude as he entered the next fight. I could tell he was torn—he genuinely wanted to keep playing, but he also wanted to throw the controller across the room and focus on having sex.

I closed my eyes, drinking in his musky scent as I engulfed him deeper. I breathed in to calm my gag reflex when his cock hit the back of my throat. Jolts of arousal skittered across my skin. I felt taut, electrified, like I'd explode at any second. But I wanted Mylo to cum first.

The fourth and fifth battles went as expected, with Mylo reigning victorious. The enemies got harder as the campaign progressed, but he didn't bat an eye at the ramping difficulty. He was a damn good player. Fate chose the perfect mate for me.

I recognized the epic music. Mylo neared the final boss of the campaign. He'd need all his concentration to come out of the fight unscathed.

And here I was, giving him a sloppy blowjob.

"Aurum," Mylo said in a tight, keening voice. He sounded close.

I replied with a reassuring grunt and a stroke of his thigh. Taking that as a sign to continue, he inhaled a deep breath, wiped his sweaty palms on his shirt, then gripped the controller with fierce determination.

As he entered the penultimate battle, his cock twitched in my mouth. I moaned softly around it, teasing his sensitive flesh with my tongue. Every once in a while, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him harder before easing off. I wanted him close to the edge, but not quite ready to finish.

Mylo slammed the buttons and yanked the joystick. His breath came out faster and choppier now. The tang of his sweat reached my nose. He must've been slick—the heady scent of his omega musk wafted like perfume in the air. The mix of it drove me wild with lust. I could've ripped the controller from his hands and fucked him senseless into the couch. But that could wait. I had other plans for him.

The final punch knocked out his opponent. Only the final boss remained.

Mylo let out a desperate cry. "Aurum, please."

He teetered over the edge. I pulled away from his cock slowly, a lewd trail of spit still connecting us.

"Not yet," I told him, licking my lips.

He shot me the saddest baby ferret eyes I'd ever seen.

I cackled. "Nice try. Won't work, though."

He pouted, crossing his arms.

"Keep playing," I said. "You're almost there. I know you can do it."

"I know I can do it, too, but you're making it hard," he grumbled as he picked up the controller.

My heart raced as Mylo began the final fight. I resumed my place between his knees, wrapping my lips around his cock again. Mylo rasped out a shaky moan. His thighs trembled. He struggled to keep his concentration on the game as his cock endured an onslaught of pleasure. I felt naughty for teasing him so badly, but I didn't want to stop, either. My mate tasted delicious and his whimpers of pleasure were music to my ears.

The battle raged on. Mylo tensed, his body freezing with total focus. His mind won over his body—he ignored the intense pleasure seizing his bottom half as I sucked him off.

And it worked. The final boss's grunts and cries echoed in the room as Mylo's character pummelled him. His expert combos knocked down the boss's health bar at a staggering pace. I was in awe of Mylo's skills. I didn't even think I could manage what he was doing.

Ecstatic at my mate's soon-to-be victory, I worked his cock harder, faster. My mouth flooded with saliva as I gulped him down eagerly. I was so consumed by lust that I grabbed my own erection, too horny to ignore it anymore.

Mylo moaned and whimpered. Sweat trickled down his brow and his cheeks were flushed deep pink. Despite it all, he never tore his eyes from the screen. His intense focus was tantalizing. I jerked myself off watching him combo. His motions were seamless, blending one attack into the other in a riveting display of talent. I moaned around Mylo's cock, and the vibration made him shudder with pleasure.

"Aurum," he whined.

He was so close.

Just a few more hits...

The final punch rang out. The boss's HP dropped to zero. The announcer cried, "GAME!"

With one last stroke of my tongue, Mylo lost it.

He writhed against the couch, tossing his head back and letting loose a cry of primal pleasure. His cock pulsed as he unloaded on the back of my tongue. His orgasm went on and on, like he'd been pent up for ages. Gulping Mylo's cum made me blow my own load. It was fast and messy, overflowing my palm and dripping on the floor, but it felt so fucking good that I couldn't bring myself to care.

"I... I did it," Mylo mumbled when he'd caught his breath. "I beat the whole campaign. On insane difficulty. While you blew me."

I grinned, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand before crawling onto the couch beside him. His body radiated heat and he smelled fantastic.

"Told you," I said.

Mylo faced me with an adoring expression. "You were right." He paused, grinning sheepishly. "Did you know I've never actually beaten the Cruel Combat campaign before?"

I gawked. "What? Are you kidding me?"

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Nope. That was my first time. I was too nervous to try it before, but it actually wasn't as bad as I thought."

"So, what you're saying is, you're a natural born gamer god and I should bow at your feet?"

He laughed when I mimed dramatic bowing. "Stop that! You're gonna get cum on the furniture."

The door opened.

"Aurum's going to get what on the furniture?" Saffron demanded.

We both froze. Mylo's face drained. He looked mortified. On the other hand, I was surprised it took him this long to show up.

"Oh gods, I'm so sorry!" Mylo cried. "We'll get this cleaned up right away!"

"Hey," I said casually, waving at my twin.

Saffron looked away with a perturbed grunt. "Dude. Ew. I didn't think we needed to make a rule where we don't fuck in the common area, but I'm officially laying down the law."

I nodded. "Fair enough, bro. My bad."