Chapter Five

Gordon

Proud of the way I’d made Red come, I swallowed his sweet custard and looked up, my smug smile swiftly fading as I regarded my mate, sprawled out and not moving.

“Red?”

The stalk didn’t move, his eyes closed and his expression blissed out.

I shook his arm. “Red? Wake up, honeybee.”

Red stayed where he was, not responding, the link between us a hollow emptiness. Sweat prickled across my back.

Oh dear Goat! I clapped a hand over my mouth.

I’d killed my fated mate with the power of my tongue.

Death by blowjob.

The town would never forgive me. My pride would kick me out. I’d be a goat on the run. I’d be locked up.

Still a virgin.

I looked down at my softening dick. Was this the Gods punishing me? Seriously, I didn’t know this could happen.

What could I do? Goated Gods, tell me what to do?

Then my brain shifted to the upstairs one, and I knew how to save him. Thank the goat I remembered a program on the TV that showed me how to do life-saving measures. CPR, yeah idiot, we got this. Was it ‘Nelly the elephant came to town’?

Fuck no, that wasn’t how it went. Where was Tim when a stalk needed to know how a song went?

You need to get him breathing and stop damn panicking about the beat of a song, I chastised myself.

I shuffled around, ready to start compressions. Had CPR changed in the years since I’d seen that show? I just hoped I remembered enough to save my beautiful mate.

“You can do this!” Positive affirmations for the win!

As I laid my hands on his chest, Red sighed and his eyelids fluttered.

Thank fuck, he’s alive!

Alive!

What are you shouting about? Tim asked.

I ignored him, as he’d not come to my rescue earlier. I shook Red again. “Red, baby, open your eyes. Show me those gorgeous baby browns.”

Red did as he was told, taking a second to focus on me. His lush mouth curved into a smile. “Wow! What just happened?”

I sat back on my haunches and breathed for the first time, my panic receding. He was okay. I hadn’t killed him, thank the goaty gods.

“That was…” He shook his head and licked his lips. “Amazing.”

“Are you sure?” All my uncertainty bubbled to the surface. I was supposed to be the alpha. Surely my mate wasn’t supposed to pass out like that.

Red raised a hand to tug me closer. I leaned over him, and he cupped the back of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. “An orgasm like that would make anyone’s brain fritz for a few seconds. I think you’ve emptied me of custard.”

“You scared me,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I thought I’d killed you. I didn’t know what to do.”

He chuckled softly, but it wasn’t a nasty sound. He wasn’t laughing at me like the mean goats used to do in my previous herd.

“I’d never be mean to you,” he promised.

I snuggled closer, needing reassurance, and he kissed me gently. Then he licked my lips and kissed me again. His tongue sought entrance to my mouth, making my dick swell once more. My mate wanted to taste himself, it appeared, so I gave him what he needed, sharing his custard.

He groaned lewdly into my mouth. “Now it’s your turn.” The murmur against my lips in a sexy drawl melted my goaty heart.

I could get on board with that. Red arched up against me, fuzzies sending sparks of pleasure through me. He ran his hands down my back and cupped my ass. Then he did a stalky ninja maneuver and landed me on my back.

“Sneaky,” I accused, laughing at his antics while my heart thudded hard at being handled so easily.

Red grinned at me and winked. “Just wait ‘til you see my other moves.”

“I can’t wait.”

My shaft stood to full attention, begging for Red to love on it.

Red could clearly understand Gordon-dick-speak because he wrapped his large hand around my shaft and tugged it until I moaned.

“This is so good,” I crooned in delight. My insides felt as good as his fuzzies had against my tongue.

“You’ll see, it’s only going to get better,” he promised as he bent and licked the head of my leaking dick, making my toes curl with anticipation as he sucked me in. He feasted on my dick, nibbling, licking, and sucking, never stopping until I was ready to lose my mind. Nothing in my imagination had ever been as good as my stalk’s mouth and hands on me.

I grabbed his head, staying his passage to my balls. “I need more,” I confessed with a blush, hoping he would understand.

Red raised his head, his lips glistening. “Are you ready to pop your cherry?”

I bleated my excitement. Was I ever ready? I’d been born ready for this moment. He climbed up my body, kissed me again, and rolled us over.

I sighed into the crook of his neck. “You feel so good.”

“Make love to me,” Red whispered, almost shyly. “I need your dick in me, make me whole. Make me the happiest stalk in the world.”

“Whatever you want,” I promised, guiding my cock to his entrance. I was more than ready to give my stalk what he desired, and to lose my virginity at freakin’ last. I could think about nothing but burying myself in his body.

My head lifted, my ears perking up as my heart skipped a beat at the sound coming from outside the door. The thump thump of footsteps brought a panicked look to Red’s beautiful features.

He clutched at me, nails digging in painfully. “Monsters! They’ve come to get me!” he squealed, right as I turned, snarling, ready to protect my mate from the monsters, covering his body as much as I could with mine.

Maximus burst into the room with Tim on his heels, their eyes wide and panicked. The door flew back hard enough for the handle to leave a dent in the wall.

I stared at the pair. They stared at us.

Red groaned.

I bleated in confusion.

What. The. Goat?