Chapter 13

13

Akai

W hen Danon pulled out of me, slow and steady the way I liked, I wanted to clamp down, keep him inside.

I could already tell the heat was mostly gone. This would be the last time. I didn't want it to end.

When my ass was empty, still up in the air and dripping, Danon toweled me clean. Then, he surprised me by going down on my hole again. Licking into it. Sucking.

I loved that and he knew it by now. He gave that part of our ritual without asking.

His tongue dipped and swirled. My cock got hard, though I'd come four times.

He grabbed it, pulling it back between my legs, and held it there, tight against my balls. He licked a long line down my crack and ended at the tip of my cock, wagging his tongue against it, then sucking the head into his mouth.

At that angle, it felt unbelievably weird. And good. My balls crawled and tightened. He sucked at my cockhead as my orgasm peaked.

We hadn't done that ever before and I thought I'd pass out. It was that good.

I said nothing, rolling over onto my back. What now? We were both fucked out, coming down from our hormonal highs.

I wouldn't need him anymore. Why did that make me so sad? I had been telling myself all along: It's just sex.

Danon crawled up alongside me, the heat from his wonderful body warming me from the cool air. He told me he'd kept the temperature in his room moderately low because we had both been so feverish.

I'd barely felt cold in three days. Danon always kept me warm.

I closed my eyes and basked in his presence. I'd become used to it. I loved it. But after this, would I be expected to go back to my own room?

Despite my anxiety, I fell into another exhausted sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was dark. Next to me on the bed was an empty spot. The coolness of the room went right through the blanket. I reached between my legs and encountered only dryness. No more slick.

I was disgustingly normal again. Boring.

The bathroom door opened. Danon came out, turning on the lights to low. He wore just a towel. When he saw I was awake, he said, "Bath time?"

I longed to say yes. But since I was no longer in heat, I shouldn't take advantage of his alphaness anymore.

"I can shower myself."

His face fell. A pang of regret shot through my solar plexus. After too long a pause, he said, "How are you feeling?"

"Good."

"Would you tell me if you weren't?"

"Yes."

He looked like he didn't believe me. "Will you promise to come to me if you have any problems?"

"I'll tell you." That was the truth. I had nowhere else to go.

I got up and put on the clean robe he had kindly provided. In the past three days, Danon had cooked, cleaned, done laundry and bathed me. He made sure I was comfortable, warm and hydrated. I was so grateful that my chest ached to be leaving his room. And him.

Something had happened deep inside me to change me. It was the heat/rut sex which made me now a fully mature male set-omega. But there was another change. I wanted Danon body and mind. And it was not supposed to be like that.

I walked across the bedroom to the hall.

"You can use my shower," Danon called out.

"It's okay." I entered the hall bathroom and shut the door.

It was the saddest shower ever. The sex had depleted me, leaving my body content, but my mind was another matter. I wanted Danon. He was nearby, but it wasn't enough.

Knowing I was falling for him—or had already fallen for him—gave me butterflies. At the same time, something like grief spilled through because how could he feel the same? I was just a rut for him. And maybe he'd get an egg out of it to please his flight master. That had been the plan from the beginning.

Would he let me help raise the child? Our child? I thought he might want that. It was convenient. I'd stay at home while he went to work five days a week.

I wondered if he'd grow his whiskers back.

Yeah, there was grief.

When I got out of the bathroom, I went into my room and put on real clothes for the first time in three days. I was all messed up in my head about night and day. I checked the time. Eight o'clock p.m.

I was super hungry and wandered into the kitchen.

Danon was making breakfast. He turned, a soft smile on his lips. "Breakfast for dinner?"

It sounded wonderful. But I held myself back. "You don't have to do that."

"What?"

"Keep up the alpha caregiving. I'm not in heat anymore."

"Hmm." He turned back to the stove. "Too bad. I made enough for two."

"Well, I am hungry."

He brought the food to the table. I sat.

Danon went about salting and peppering his food. He was behaving normally, but almost too normal if that could be a thing.

"I think after everything we've been through, it would be entirely rude if I had made breakfast only for one," he said.

He had a point.

"Thank you." He was good at breakfast. I'd grown to love it every time he brought me a tray in bed.

Scenes of us together, mating, fucking, ran through my mind at high speed. I had lost count of how many times we'd done it. I'd been on my back, on my stomach, on my side. I'd taken him on my knees while holding onto the top of the headboard. There was even one time I'd been fucked while lying half across the bed with my knees bent on the floor. Danon had put his hands under my hips and lifted me up every time he thrust into me. That had been amazing.

I caught myself mid-chew, gazing at Danon as if in a trance.

Surprised, I chastised myself. I couldn't possibly want to do that again with him so soon. I was no longer in heat. Enough was enough.

Danon broke the silence. "The weekend starts tomorrow. No work. Plus, I decided to take next week off, too. Would you like to go somewhere tomorrow?"

"Somewhere?"

"Out? Like on a drive. We could get lunch somewhere. Just to get out of the house."

I had no idea what to expect from dragon country. Would people stare? Would they know who I was? That I was a slave?

"I'm still getting to know the house and yard," I said. "What about my ankle bracelet?"

"I have an adjustment control online, which allows me to take you off the property. As long as you're with me."

"I didn't know that."

"You aren't really supposed to know."

I bowed my head.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Danon asked in a soft voice.

I looked up. He was smiling.

In an equally soft voice, I replied, "Nope."

He put his hand to his chest. "Good. I'm saved."

I shut one eye and scrunched up my face. "You're teasing me."

"I'm not. I'm serious about wanting to take you out, show you around."

"Why?"

"Because we need a little break from this place. Both of us." His eyebrows narrowed. "What do you say?"

"I say okay."

He watched me as I buttered more toast. He made really good toast. Not too crunchy, not too soft.

"Something to look forward to, right?" he asked.

I lowered my head. After the last three days, nothing would compare. I nodded anyway. "Yes."

When we finished breakfast, for the first time I went with him to the sink to help with the cleanup.

"No need," he said.

"I want to."

He handed me a rag. I wiped down the countertops. Together, we had the kitchen shining in no time.

"You're welcome to watch some TV with me," he said.

I did it because there was nothing else to do. Also, because I yearned to be near him. My chest had an uncomfortable empty feeling whenever I got too far away from him.

Usually, when we'd watch TV together, I took the chair farthest from the couch where Danon liked to sit. Tonight, I sat beside him.

He didn't say anything, but he looked content about my decision. After everything, it wasn't a big deal to sit side by side. We weren't even touching.

But after a while, I fell asleep. When I woke, I was touching him. My head had fallen to his shoulder and my knee was bent on the couch and touching his thigh. My control was shot.

I jerked my head up and back. "I missed the whole movie." My words came out slurred.

"I'm streaming it. We can go back to where you left off."

In truth, I didn't care about the movie. It was Danon I wanted nearby. Danon I wanted, period.

We figured out where I'd fallen asleep in the movie and started it from there. It was hard to concentrate.

Danon got up and returned with drinks.

"I told you, you don't have to be all alpha caregiver anymore."

"Take the drink." He spoke firmly. "It's not a big deal."

"Don't be mad. It's just weird."

"Explain the word weird."

"Well, you're doing stuff for me while I'm the slave."

"Huh. I don't really see it that way, if that helps."

"I am, though. Your slave. You have the paperwork and ankle bracelet to prove it."

"Then that makes me the master and if I want to get you a drink, I'll damn well get you a drink."

I blinked up at him. "When you put it that way…." I picked up my drink from the coffee table and drank. It was my favorite soda.

I got sleepy again very quickly, yawning every three seconds.

"Time for bed," Danon announced.

I got up and took my glass to the kitchen. Danon followed. Then he followed me to the hall. I went to my bedroom door and opened it.

"Back to your own room, then?" he asked.

I didn't know what to say. The silence thickened.

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

Slowly, I nodded.

"All right." He passed me and went to his own room, gently shutting the door.

My nod had been an outright lie. I really wanted to sleep with him.

I tore off my clothes, gritted my teeth and crawled into my cold bed.

It was the loneliest night ever.